My mate, Husk, rejected me! What do I care? Husk is arrogant, stubborn, and pigheaded, the complete opposite of what I want. I can't mate with a brute like him. Worse, his rejection is causing a rift between him and his brothers, my other mates. I can never give Husk my heart even if he possesses my body. Fate is cruel and I don't think I can pay the price. There's a fine line between love and hate, but with me and Husk, it's a mile-long chasm.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas which would be great, if I wasn’t carrying the Quarterback’s baby! Sebastian Blake is my best friend’s little brother. He used to be the skinny kid who hid behind glasses and braces. Now, he’s all grown up, and one of the leading quarterbacks for the Giants. As a sports physician, it’s my job to make sure that Sebastian is in peak condition to play next season, but he’s had one injury after another and has fallen into depression. When I arrive at his door, he doesn’t know who I am, thinking his friends sent him a ‘surprise’ to cheer him up. And now, somehow, I’ve found myself doing home visits and getting on a plane with his team to head to Vegas. They say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. That would be true if, after Vegas, I hadn’t found out that I was carrying his baby…

The term “staying out of trouble” was completely lost on Rogue. He thrived on it. Toyed with it like an addict. He was the bad apple of our family, because he was addicted to gambling, drugs, and women.   A loser in all three. It was pathetic. He never won. He was like a kid with a new toy. He’d play, get bored, and move on to the next thing. Always wanting something new. Always losing. I was asked to help him. Begged to make my stepbrother see the error of his ways. But a leopard can’t change its spots. I knew it was a lost cause, but I got roped in. A cause that I was sure the hell going to lose! Because I gave him two things that I’d never planned to do: One was my heart and the other was a baby…  No cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed. This novel is steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy.

I graduated from college with no job lined up nor prospects. We had to go into quarantine. The cases were rising once again with the new variant, and the vaccines were not helping at all. Could it get any worse? It did. Two hot sexy SEALs turned up at my door. Two of them I’d been writing to for the last few months and the other one…let’s just say that he turned up for the ride. What ride? Me. Adonis loves to make me wet. David wants to strip me and put me into submission. Chaz sets my insides on fire every time he opens his dirty mouth. This was too much to handle. I didn’t expect to see Adonis or Chaz, and now I have all three of them banging on my door asking me to choose. Why choose one…when I could have all three? Author’s Note: Sexy SEALs include spanking and intense sexual scenes. If you love reading such material, then get this book!

My dream man on campus might not be one guy, but three. I have a filthy fantasy. The all-star football player falling at my feet. I’m brought down to reality when I find life at NYU isn’t what I’ve always hoped. All the clubs I join are a bust. Not to mention my roommate turns out to be a bully. But then…I get a text. One so dirty it drives my mind and body wild. I have to respond. And as the texts get dirtier, I have to wonder…who is this guy? Or is it three guys? The messages change in tone depending on the time of day. First thing in the morning, they’re so hot they could turn steel into pools of molten metal. The ones in the afternoon are even better but just…different. And the texts in the evening are so damn dirty I can barely sleep without putting my hands between my thighs. I’m addicted and agree to meet this Casanova of the text world. But what if it is three guys? How could I ever manage all three of them at once? Author´s Note: Triple Sext is a stand-alone reverse harem with a mixture of bullying, romance, humor, and even suspense. There are multiple partner scenes, so make sure that not only is your phone ready, but you have a towel nearby too as you read this standalone HEA.

Desperate times called for fake measures! Luke Winters and I were a perfect match. At least that was what I thought … until it all went horribly wrong. Suddenly homeless, I showed up for my Blind Date at one of the most expensive restaurants in town dressed in soggy jeans and a T-shirt. Don't ask. What a way to make an impression on my dream date with the CEO of the company I wanted to work for. I begged him to give me another chance. Instead of refusing, he offered me a job and $50k to be his fake girlfriend for a wedding. With his dreamy hazel eyes and dark hair, I couldn’t say no. I believed in second chances, and this could be my chance to shine. I soon discovered every force was against me and pretending was turning out to be a lot harder than I thought…

The secret fantasies I’d only ever written about became my reality. After two terrible relationships, I’d moved back in with my mom. Desperate for a bestseller, I jumped at the opportunity when my high school friend, Greg, an ex-SEAL, told me I could attend one of his support meetings and interview some SEALs. Maybe it would inspire me. Meetings like this took place all over the county, and the next one was in the mountain town of Burlington, Vermont. I could have waited until there was one locally, but that could take a lifetime, so I went for it. A drive. A long one. Resulting in not only one SEAL agreeing to be interviewed, but three. Blake, the mechanic with his sexy British accent. Whenever he opened his dirty mouth, all I wanted to do was get greasy with him. Alec, the local sheriff with the smoldering green eyes, gave me the urge to take his handcuffs and tie him up. And Derek, the L.A. stunt man who risked his life on set and made me wonder if he would do the same thing for me… What could these hot young guys want with a 40-plus year old single mom? Nothing good for sure! They shared the same house and the naughty part of me wondered if they would share me, too. If they could help me write reverse harem, then I wouldn’t be writing something fictional for a change. I doubted that, as a single mom way past forty, this would be anything more than a fantasy, yet, as I moved in and started the interviews, I realized that my hot flashes weren't a result of pre-menopause, but because of them.

UCLA was supposed to be a new start where I could leave the shadows of my past behind in high school. And then Dane, the captain of the football team, sent me a text. A dirty text. I should have told him I wasn’t that type of girl… But I didn’t. The temptation was too much, so I played along with his little game. Things got out of hand, and before I knew it, I was dating him and turning my fantasies into reality. However, things with him changed depending on the day. One day he’d touch me, making my heart melt. Then the next day, the same touch would make me so wet that I thought I would create a river. And yet another day, it would send me into overtime. That was when it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Was I really dating one guy, or three? He might have a secret, but it was nothing compared to the one I was holding. And I wasn’t willing to share it with anyone. If anyone found out the truth, not only would my secret fantasy be dead in the water, but my life at college would be too.

“Let the games begin…” My words to Trent, one of the Kings of Hawk Academy. He and his brother James were the most gorgeous and dangerously cruelest guys I’d ever met. And I was offered the chance to be part of their ritual. A chance I couldn’t say no to. Hawk Academy is a different world. Old rules. Old traditions. But all of this was new to me. I wasn’t one of them. Yet, they expected me to fall in line, as if their sky-blue eyes would make me forget the way they tortured me. They may be the kings of Hawk Academy, but when I find out their secrets, I’m going to bring them and these old walls tumbling down. Author's Note: This is book ONE in a THREE book series. Each part of the series is told from a different viewpoint. Please be advised this series contains material not suitable for all readers. There are dark scenes which could be disturbing to some readers.

The four hot studs on the baseball team wanted one thing, to have one woman in Vegas and that woman was me.  There were a couple of issues...  #1 I found a phone in the library, not anyone else’s phone but Amanda’s, the girl that had tortured me throughout uni.  #2 The four hot studs happened to be texting Amanda, not me.  Their text exchanges were so naughty, and despite myself, I started to feel hot as I read through the thread. At one point, I crossed my legs to ease the ache building between them, but that only made the feeling worse.  Michael was the leader, the one that talked about all the things that he could do with his hands, and it made me want his hands to own me. Daniel was the sensitive one, the type that wanted to touch every part of my body and not with his hands.  Tristan, text the same thing, while Daniel would use one part of his body, Tristan promised to use the other.  As for Adam, he was all types of naughtiness. He didn’t hide his thoughts, making my windows get steamy whenever I read his messages.  It was a fantasy far beyond anything I’d ever imagined, but now that it was in my head, I knew that I’d never forget it.  I couldn’t resist the urge to let them do all the things that they’d promised in their texts.  They wanted me; they didn’t know who I was. But they were about to find out.  It was time to get my own back on the university bully, and I wasn’t going to do it alone... Quadruple Text is a hot and funny, standalone reverse harem romance with an HEA.

Seven men. One for every day of the week. A story too sexy to pass up. Chicago University newspaper is going under. I need to save it. Everyone says sex sells, and what is sexier than a polyamorous relationship? One woman. Multiple men. Now that's how you sell papers. But my plea for such a woman to come forward to an interview has unexpected consequences. All I get are Dirty sexts asking if I want first-hand experience. I shouldn't give up my v-card and get involved with seven men. I'm not that desperate to save the paper. Or am I? The men pursuing me are making it hard to say no, as they start to become my secret fantasies every day of the week for different reasons. Mr. Monday's bold and says precisely what's on his mind. Mr. Tuesday's sensitive and listens to my every need. Mr. Wednesday's compassionate, the kind of guy who knows what he wants but doesn't just take it. Mr. Thursday knows how to spice things up. Mr. Friday's tall, dark, and handsome, his sultry eyes always have me coming back for more. Mr. Saturday's always wants to be in control. Mr. Sunday's quiet and mysterious, an enigma that I can't wait to unravel. I always knew I would have to go all-in to become a respected journalist. The more I talk to them, the more I want to know them not only online, but offline too. They are promising to do things to me that are so dirty; I can't sleep at night. I never imagined all-in would mean sacrificing myself for a story. Especially, with the bully writer, who's jealous of the attention that my stories keep getting. I need to keep it a secret if I do decide to play out my fantasies because if the truth comes out, I don't know if we will all survive the wreckage.

Divorced, single, and all dried up. That’s what I put on my dating app profile. I couldn’t think of a better way to describe myself. I’d lost not only my confidence but my kids over Christmas.  My friends told me to do something fun, but I’d forgotten what that meant. I was forty-five going on seventy, and I’d spent the last twenty years focusing on my ex-husband and kids.  I decided the one place to have fun would be in Vegas.  I went alone.  I lied and told everyone that I had a date.  The lie turned into reality as I hit the roulette table. One bet. One night. They said there would be no questions asked, and none would be answered, because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.  Author’s Note: This is a kinky stand-alone novella about a single mom who gets more than she bargained for on Christmas day.  There is an HEA.

I’ve been sold to three wolf shifters. After my husband lost big time at the casino, guess what the douche did? He sold me to the local pack as payment for his debt. Three owners, to be specific who look at me like they want to eat me. They are scorching hot, dangerous, and might very well be my undoing. But I guess they can’t be all bad… after all, they offered me a deal. Stay with them for 30 days in the casino, and the debt will be paid off. But I’m no fool and know there’s a catch. I just need to work out what that is and what exactly they want from me. 30 days. I tell myself I can survive this, but there are secrets, more than I ever expected. Ones that might destroy me and everything I've ever known.

James calls him Dad. I just call him evil. There are too many secrets behind these walls, but one of them has been revealed, because now the cat’s out of the bag. And with it comes secrets and anger long buried. No one hurt us and gets away with it. James and I would see to it that he paid for his sins. So would his little princess. She would feel every ounce of pain he  ever inflicted on us. He broke the most important woman in our lives. And we would make him watch us break the one in his. Her life at Hawk Academy had just started, and we weren’t finished playing. No! We’d only just begun. This is book TWO in a THREE book series. It is from Trent’s POV. Each part of the series is told from a different viewpoint. Please be advised this series contains material not suitable for all readers. There are dark scenes which could be disturbing to some readers.