Aidan de Sowlis finds purpose in guarding his family and his clan. He tells himself such a life is enough for him, but cannot dismiss the memory of the woman he wished to wed. Lady Clarissa now belongs to another man—or so he thinks. When the Scottish warden sends Aidan to England to negotiate with the lady’s father, a final effort to secure the peace along the border, he’s shocked to see her. She stops him before he can leave with a simple word: “help.”
Lady Clarissa would rather become a nun than face another arranged marriage—the fate her cruel father will undoubtedly foist on her now that her elderly husband has secured an annulment. She knows Aidan de Sowlis, the man she left, is the last person she should ask for help, yet he’s the only one she trusts. Aidan and Clarissa soon discover their feelings for each other are as strong as ever, but her father would never approve, and his cooperation is crucial for securing peace on the border. Do they dare risk it for love?
In the land of gods and monsters, she was a toy. A plaything. A pet.
Taken, stolen, beaten, used.
Pet remembers nothing before his touch, and afterward she craves nothing more.
Sinful and merciless, Ares is her god now. He alone says when to beg, when to come, and when to kneel, but he never said anything about leaving.
Warning: In the Land of Gods and Monsters is a dark romance novel. It contains strong sexual themes, dubious consent, graphic violence, and may contain triggers for some readers.
It’s really hard to save a guy’s life when he keeps running from you.
You might be asking yourself why I’m waving an inflatable penis in the air and screaming at the top of my lungs. If I took time to explain, Declan Moss would get hit by a bus.
Let me back up. I didn’t ask for this. I was perfectly happy—and perfectly sane—before I was tasked with keeping Declan Moss alive. It was a thankless job until the moment that my panties dropped and his delicious smirk found his way in between my thighs.
Hello, toe-curling ecstasy. Goodbye, professional boundaries. And suddenly, there’s a new danger to avoid: the falling of my heart.
Once a year, the Blue Angels make their annual pit stop in glorious San Francisco. They fly over the Golden Gate bridge wowing millennials with sky stunts and fabulous formations.
Normally, I would just spend the day drinking and sunbathing on my friends’ rooftop deck. But this time, I’m getting my wings.
As a key influencer, I have been chosen to fly with an Angel.
One look at Sawyer Robertson and my heart leaps out of my chest, and it isn’t from the G-Force.
This Blue Angel bad boy has a girl in every city. But I refuse to be his one flight stand.
We have nothing in common. I am the sun and Sawyer is the moon. Although the moon chases the sun, they can never be happy together as they are destined to collide only in an eclipse.
His job is to lie to everyone he meets…she may be the one his truth could save.
Fletcher Denali’s entire life is based on a lie. Namely, that his name is not Fletcher Denali.
Hidden in plain sight, Fletcher must live his life with the weight of his secret past on his shoulders.
When he meets Vaida, the quiet girl with dark eyes, he can’t help but be intrigued.
But Vaida has secrets too.
Secrets that could destroy all that Fletcher has worked to protect himself from.
Vaida Williams has to remain unnoticed.
The wrong person seeing her could cost her her life.
So, when Fletcher, the handsome man who won’t seem to take no for an answer, develops a sudden interest in her, Vaida begins to fear she may have to run…again.
Fletcher has questions Vaida can’t answer.
But, if Vaida opens up…Fletcher may be the one person who could help her. The only problem? Trust is something she buried long ago. And she has no intention of allowing it to resurface.
Because of Audrey Hepburn, I have foolishly…
a) bought into the whole “Paris is always a good idea” thing without any offscreen evidence,
b) uprooted my son and left my bittersweet memories behind,
c) allowed Thomas—the handsome, caring, way-out-of-my-league vet—to disrupt the dull, desensitized life I had self-prescribed for my Broken Heart Syndrome.
Behind his easy smile and swoon-worthy pecs, Thomas conceals an open wound. No matter how hot his kisses or how genuine his affection, he’s still reeling. He can’t move on.
And I can’t risk falling for him. I have a child to raise—a preteen boy who needs his mom to be all there.
But as autumn strips the trees of their leaves, falling for Thomas is exactly what I do. Throwing caution to the wind, I dare to hope for a future with him…
…until the past comes knocking.
Can we handle it or will it break us forever?