Ward yourself, slayers, Promageddon is coming!
Morgan Taylor-Jackson can’t wait for high school to end. In six months she leaves for UCLA and says goodbye to La Jolla, California and her parents’ messy divorce. But when Morgan is bitten by a four-year-old boy, she becomes infected with a mysterious condition. Fever, insomnia, and a new bustline are only the beginning; Morgan morphs from nerd to bombshell.
As far as Van Xander is concerned, all vampires are evil, even the ones who reject human sacrifice and call themselves Puritans. When Helsing Incorporated sends Van to La Jolla to investigate the local coven, Morgan is his prime target. Pretending to be interested in her, Van asks Morgan out and puts her through a series of tests to determine her killer nature.
Morgan is thrilled to be dating a hot guy like Van and falls for him hard. As Van strings Morgan along, he grows increasingly guilty. Morgan is kind, compassionate, and a gooey romantic. Just as Van’s mind begins to change, evil forces threaten everything. When prom night arrives, there are only two ways out of the ballroom: death or immortality.
There is no shame in pleasure. And no love in business.
I have a blind date tonight, and I know with 100% certainty that I’m getting lucky. There shouldn’t be any surprises, not for one as jaded as me, but when I walk into the penthouse suite of L’Etoile, everything changes.
1) For one thing, Bea is heartstoppingly gorgeous. Pale green eyes and endless freckles. Curves I want to spend all night exploring, as if her body was made for me.
2) Her innocence makes me want to use my entire inventory of bedroom tricks on her and then invent a few more.
3) Except that… she’s a virgin.
I can initiate her into the world of desire without letting her get attached, can’t I? A few hours of tutoring, and at the end of the night a small fortune will be deposited into my bank account.
Yes, you read that right. There are many words for what I do. After all, mine is the oldest profession. I’m an escort, which means this date is nothing more than a mutually enjoyable transaction.
But once I realize one night with her won’t be enough, I’m the one who’s screwed.
ESCORT is a standalone contemporary romance that releases on March 20th!
“My heart is fluttering with all the feelings from this incredible read… I always crave a new story from this author, and this time her gorgeous writing and poignant imagination shine with a unique and touching light.” – Babel, Goodreads reviewer
I’m a bad girl.
I was sent away.
New house. New rules. New school.
Change was supposed to be…good.
Until I met him.
No one warned me Principal Renner would be so hot.
I’d expected some old, graying man in a brown suit.
Not well over six feet of lean muscle and piercing green eyes.
Not a rugged-faced, ax-wielding lumberjack of a man.
He’s grouchy and rude and likes to boss me around.
I find myself getting in trouble just so he’ll punish me.
Especially with his favorite metal ruler.
Being bad never felt so good.
Pierce Lane is dark, dangerous, and desirable – all with a capital D.
He’s an asshole – the devil in the dark suit – and that’s exactly how he prefers it. Perceptive and smart, Pierce has always prided himself on being one step ahead of the game. Except for that one time, six years ago.
One night. One mistake. One priceless painting lost.
It should be simple – find the thief, recover the painting, get revenge. But, it’s not. Why? Because nothing with a woman is ever simple.
And it isn’t just any gorgeous, infuriating, strong, stubborn woman who’s butting in and refusing to let him fix his mistake.
No, this one also happens to be his best friend’s twin sister.
The painting was his one mistake. And if he isn’t careful, his desire is about to have him make an even bigger one.
Morgana ‘Ana’ Wells isn’t looking for love or passion because those things aren’t possible for her. What she is looking for is an art thief because it’s her job. She never expected that her brother would know about her latest White Collar case, let alone know the man responsible. And Pierce is exactly the kind of man they warn you about – the serial heartbreaker. But soon Ana begins to see all of the broken pieces he’s tried to hide, because hiding scars is her skill, too. It’s not that she doesn’t want his help finding the thief – it’s that she shouldn’t want him. Can she recover the priceless artwork before the most protected piece of her heart is lost, too?
The Painter’s Passion is a standalone novel and the third book in the Gentlemen’s Guild series.
The Vasiliev name is a powerful one.
We rule with an iron fist and we do it well.
Being the eldest, I am Father’s best hope at keeping us at the top of the food chain.
Everything I do has purpose.
Everything I do has reason.
I play my games thinking several moves ahead.
Power. Power. Power.
The next move requires I marry and soon.
This will strengthen us and secure our position.
But I am not to marry her.
I am to wed the eldest Volkov.
Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart.
It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever.
Her. Her. Her.
In this game, though, it’s not about what I want.
But maybe it can be about what she wants.
I am Vlad.
Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev.
And I will win eventually.
There were only three things I cared about: women, money and booze. That is, until saw Selena Jacobson, a goddess in the flesh if I’ve ever seen one.
I wanted her from the very first second that I laid my eyes on her. Something carnal inside me flipped a switch, and I knew she would be mine. When life threw us both a big curveball, I made her mine, in every way possible.
Every dark desire inside me came to life, and I’ll be damned if anyone takes her away from me.
Christian Steele was nothing but an arrogant prick; one that I tried to stay away from.
Tried and failed.
Dammit to hell, I liked a lot of things about Christian that I would never admit.
When we lost my parents, one to death and another to abandonment, I became the bread-winner, and, for a time, I just want to feel irresponsible. Christian makes me feel in ways I never thought possible and not just between the sheets.