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.
A genius, an underachiever.
I’m the song, the voice, the passion, the pain.
I am failure.
I do music because it’s what I am, but sometimes that’s not enough.
A slave to my nature, I wait for it to show mercy and drop a gift in my lap.
Because the music chose me.
I’m its victim not its gift.
She destroyed my career.
Ruined my life.
Pushed me from the shadows and exposed my lies.
She’s the fire that destroys lesser men,
and now her flames are aimed at me.
She loves to watch me burn,
but the part we never saw coming?
Sometimes it takes a fire to ignite a spark
And slay the darkness.
Jenna Pruitt has thrown herself into her business in an attempt to ignore the pain from her failed marriage.
Her plan is working until she spends a steamy week in Las Vegas with the one man that could destroy everything she has built – including the wall around her heart.
She has no time for the likes of the sinfully gorgeous movie star Cal Harrington, who knows all the right thing to say and has all the right moves. But even Jenna can’t ignore the fire he ignites in her.
One week. That was the plan, but fate has a funny way of bringing people back into your life when you least expect it.
Jenna doesn’t want anything to do with the scrutiny of Hollywood, the paparazzi, or the heartache she knows is sure to come. She doesn’t WANT Cal Harrington….at least that’s what her brain screams at her heart every time he burns her with his kisses.
With her heart and her mind battling it out, she knows she’s about to lose herself to heartbreak warfare.
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.