He’s dangerous. She’s his—even if he scares her. But once he unravels her secrets, he’ll risk everything to claim her for good.
Sniper Pierce “One-Mile” Walker nearly had everything he ever wanted—until a fateful mission stripped it all away. Now an outcast, he’s forced to watch the off-limits beauty who stole his heart slip through his fingers. Left with nothing but revenge, he’s determined to defeat evil and win her back. But when he learns she’s planning a future without him, he vows he’ll break every rule and defy all odds to make her his again—forever.
Brea Bell was always a good girl…until Pierce Walker. Despite everyone’s warnings, she gave the rough warrior her body—and her heart. When she receives news that shatters her world, he devastates her by walking away. Terrified of losing all she’s ever known, Brea tucks away her dreams and commits to a “safe” future. Then Pierce appears in the dead of night, challenging and seducing her. Brea isn’t sure she can trust him…but she also can’t say no.
Angry and betrayed, he leaves to pursue vengeance, while her sins are exposed to the world, forcing her to fight painful battles. Can Brea and Pierce conquer the dangers that threaten their happily ever after…or will fate wrench them apart forever?
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“I dreamed of this, too.” He swirled his tongue around her, shoving his fingers inside her, then nipped at her tender bud with his teeth. When her little yelp morphed into a moan, he gave her a dark smile. “I dreamed of making you take every dirty thing I’m desperate to give you.”
And then he stopped talking because he didn’t want another fucking thing to interfere with him consuming her. Sweet and tart and clean, everything about her flavor was so Brea. He wanted to bottle it. He wanted to bathe in it. He wanted it on his tongue always.
He wasn’t gentle and he wasn’t slow as he ramped her up until her cheeks turned red and her fingernails dug tiny pinpoints of pain into him. And still he didn’t let up, just kept devouring her until she squirmed and squealed and finally begged.
“Please, please, please…”
When he felt her clit pulse and she tugged on his hair, pulling him deeper into her pussy, she was finally aching the way he was. One-Mile jerked free from her hold and eclipsed her body with his as he aligned his crest at her opening.
He pushed his way deep with one savage thrust.
Brea’s eyes widened. She cried out and arched, need clearly surging—just like his. “Pierce!”
“Want me to fuck you?” he growled in her ear, filling her frantically, trying to get as close to her as possible.
“Need me to fuck you?”
“Ache for me to fuck you for the rest of your life?”
Her eyes met his, looking so molten and hot. “Yes.”
Jessa lives in a very non-descript, unassuming town filled with the best kind of people. Most days, she can be found in the stands of various soccer fields, cheering her on Youngest, or discussing books with her Oldest (who is an English Honors student).
At night, if she’s not up burning the midnight oil, Jessa enjoys snuggling up to her hubby and watching his latest pick for a cheesy romance movie. He always chooses the best ones. (after he cooks supper, of course).
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Bella Emy, comes a story of heartbreak, healing, and finding love once again.
When a tragic accident steals my joy & my world on the magical holiday of Christmas, I’m left alone & have a hard time moving on.
Four years later, all I want on the anniversary of my husband’s death is to spend this miserable holiday all alone.
When my best friend surprises me with a trip to London, it couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m happy that I’ll be getting exactly what I had wished for…
Until I run into the sexy pianist who has captured my attention from the first note I hear him play.
Getting to know him brings a smile to my face & a joy within my heart that I haven’t felt in so long.
But something about him is so familiar… something I can’t quite put my finger on until it blows up in my face.
When your heart has been shattered and torn into a million pieces, is it too late to find happiness once again? Or will an unexpected encounter that was destined to occur bring on a happily ever after?
*Destined was previously featured in an anthology but now includes all new bonus content that are crucial to the story’s development.
She loves all books, but her favorite genre to read, as well as write, is romance. Bella loves creating heartbreaking stories that will deeply touch her readers, but in the end, a good HEA is usually the turnout.
Whenever Bella is not typing away on her computer with a nice hot cup of coffee, she loves spending time with her family and friends. Her favorite places to go are the movies, the beach, or just on a good plain old road trip. Some of her must haves are coffee, chocolate, pizza, music, & movies.
Long raven hair and dark mischievous eyes drew me in. Her feisty attitude and caring heart kept me there. Her pain called out to mine and our souls entwined. Now I’m in so deep, I don’t know which way is up.
If my father finds out, we’ll be next on his list. I’ll do anything in my power to protect her, but how can I keep her safe when I’m the one who I need to keep her safe from? She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s playing the part of Juliet in this twisted tragedy. And our final act is inevitable.
“What kind of game is this?” Tati asks trying to sound confident.
One by one the guys move chairs into a circle. Rafe drops an empty bottle in the middle of the wood floor points to me and says, “spin.”
“Are you kidding me? Frat boys playing spin the bottle? So lame.” But the laugh I try to force out is dry and fake.
The guys pin their hard gazes on me. “You came to our party. Broke our rules,” Johnny crosses his arms looking almost bored as he states our punishment. “Now you must pay to play.”
“This is so stupid…juvenile….,” I mutter. Huffily, I try to ignore the seat on my palms as I reach out and flick my middle finger up before hitting the bottle in protest. Everyone watches it spin and spin, rolling across the floor like a car spinning on black ice… out of control and careening as gravity forces its course of direction.
Fate is cruel and twisted. Just as it always was meant to be for us. The bottle finally halts its momentum and of course can only point in one direction.
His eyes gleam in the dim light. Giving away the truth he tried to hide earlier. He wanted it to be him. He was affected by my mask. Carefully, we assess each other, mentally sizing one another up in this new game of play.
“Ten minutes.” Johnny announces, taking a long, old-fashioned key out of his pocket. Obviously one that fits into the keyhole lock on the solid wood door that I was curious about from the minute I stepped inside.
“Ten? Can he even last that long?” My wit draws quick howls of laughter. But my bravado is all faked. Roque straighten and points to the arched wooden door on the opposite side of the room. “Get in and wait for me.”
I lift my chin. “I wait for no man. You get in and wait for me.”
Tension runs thick and hot between us. I feel it just as strong as I did that day in the woods a lifetime ago and yet it rushes back as if the two of us never left that moment.
His lips thin, his jaw clenches and his eyes promise payback. His left cheek tics and he stares me down. Wordlessly, he strides through the circle yanking me into his arms. My chin tips despite every effort not to gaze into the handsome face of that man I loathe. His breath is light but full of mint with a hint of the gin and tonic he had put down after walking in. “You shouldn’t have come into the lion’s den, high school sweetheart.” His fingers circle my wrists.
I want to fight. Take out the blade in my back pocket and feel it slide between his ribs, cutting him deep. So deep the pain will never go away.
But I can’t.
The pain I want him to feel won’t be quick. I want my slow burning vengeance to come on slow and build until this man begs for mercy that I’ll never give.
I lower my head and play submissive. Desperate to hide the fury simmering under the surface. It’s a good thing the closet will be dark because I know my eyes would give me away.
“Good girl,” he mutters huskily as he leads me toward the door of doom.
“Make sure she has something left for me! I want a taste!” My cheeks heat at the hoots and crude remarks flying at us from all directions.
Does he really think I’m going to fuck him? In a closet? I heard these parties could get crazy, but I never really thought I’d ever get myself into a situation like this.
He opens the door. Up close, my hands trail over the thick wood, grabbing it as if I can stop the inevitable. The heavy oak is at least five inches thick. It swings shut behind me. The heavy key is inserted into the lock, the sound of it clicking seals my fate.
Jax Hart: Singer, a songwriter, living creatively through art. Dirty Romance author from the great state of Washington. Duke is his first full-length novel. He generally hates most people, plays the bass guitar, and enjoys camping trips with his son.
From New York Times bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin comes a heartfelt story about overcoming great loss and forgiving past sins to find happiness again.
Brooklyn Hewett hasn’t stepped foot in Cape Harbor for fifteen years—not since an accident claimed the love of her life, Austin Woods. Desperate to move forward, Brooklyn has focused on raising her daughter for the past fourteen years. But when the opportunity comes along to renovate, and possibly buy, the old Driftwood Inn, Brooklyn knows it’s time to go home.
But it won’t be easy. For one, Austin’s best friend, Bowie Holmes, still lives in Cape Harbor. Brooklyn hasn’t quite been able to forget him: not since the night they spent together—the same night they both lost Austin. Separated by tragedy and guilt, they’re brought together by the Driftwood project. And as they rebuild the inn, they discover they’re also rebuilding something else.
Brooklyn’s always been desperate to move on, not knowing that she first needs to reconcile past transgressions. She can’t forget, but she can forgive—Austin, Bowie, and herself—on her way toward long-awaited happiness.
Instead of heading straight to the Driftwood Inn, Brooklyn detoured and drove down Third Street. This was the only town she had ever lived in or visited that hadn’t had a Main Street. It was such a random thing she picked up on when she and her parents moved here years ago. She never understood why until she learned that when the town incorporated, the people counted the streets up from the harbor, numbering instead of naming, with First Street being the closest to the water.
Curiosity filled her. For years she had not asked questions about her favorite spots, mostly to avoid the feeling of being homesick, but also so she could forget. The less she knew, the better. The less she longed to return, the easier it would be to create a new life. That was what she needed to do: start over, put the past behind her, and move on.
At the red light, she closed her eyes. It only took her seconds to tell Carly she would come back, even though, deep down, it wasn’t what she wanted to do. Yet, she owed the woman and could never tell her no. Brooklyn was content with the life she was living. She was one of the most sought-after home renovators, with homeowners paying her top dollar to come to them, to transform their visions into their dream homes. Her job afforded her many luxuries, except roots. She didn’t rent a home, let alone own one. Each town became her stomping ground, until the next job came in. She traveled thousands of miles, back and forth across the country, leaving her mark everywhere she went.
Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.
Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband, two daughters, and their three dogs.
In 2012, Heidi turned her passion for reading into a full-fledged literary career, writing over twenty novels, including the acclaimed Forever My Girl.
When writing isn’t occupying her time, you can find her sitting courtside at either of her daughters’ basketball games.
Heidi’s first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Rothe, and opened in theaters on January 19, 2018.
Hazel Grace is an avid music lover and hardcore Oakland Raiders fan from the mitten state of Michigan. Her writing goals are “what the f*ck” storylines while enjoying her readers private messaging her to cuss her out.
Sophie Kincaid knows how to find her brides the perfect dress for their dream wedding. A little overweight and a lot under tall, Sophie faces age thirty knowing she’ll never have her own happily-ever-after and she’ll soon need a cat or two to complete her self-fulfilling prophecy. However, when a ruggedly handsome customer enters the shop in need of a tuxedo, Sophie finds herself dreaming of the tall, broad, and hot-as-sin Henry Flynn. The only problem is guys like Henry don’t look twice at women like Sophie. It’s just a fact of life.
Henry “Hank” Flynn is a foul-mouthed detective with the Chicago P. D. who knows all there is to know about solving crimes. He’s big, strong, and stubborn as hell. At thirty-five, he has no interest in finding a woman unless it’s for one night in his bed. Been there. Done that. Divorced years ago from a spiteful gold-digger, Hank doesn’t need or want to know anything about his hookups. That is until he walks into a shop to get a tux for his brother’s wedding and is drawn to a little beauty named Sophie. When Sophie’s tenant is found murdered, Henry finds himself on the case with a need to solve one murder and prevent another. Keeping Sophie safe and in his arms is his number one priority even when she doesn’t think she needs saving.
While Sophie doesn’t believe a man like Henry Flynn would want her; Henry believes fate has brought them together. Fingers crossed fate wins because who doesn’t love a happy ending?
Michael “Mick” Flynn is a crotchety old man, and he’s only twenty-seven. Left bitter and broken after his last relationship, he’s vowed to remain relationship-free for the rest of his life. Besides, who needs a serious relationship when there are so many willing party girls around to take to his bed? As a mixologist (a.k.a. a bartender) at one of Chicago’s hippest clubs; he’s got his pick of the ladies. So when Veronica “Roni” McGonigall plops down at his bar and orders a classic drink, he’s taken by her smile, her candor, and her ability to make him laugh harder than he has in over a year.
Deciding to drink her sorrows away after realizing the guy she’s crushing on at work won’t give her a second glance, Mick Flynn is the last person she expects to draw into her pathetic life. Mick is hot as sin and absolutely unattainable to a voluptuous girl like Roni. But when Roni pulls Mick into a sexy kiss (thanks to a little too much liquid courage), it leaves them both wondering… can we be more than friends?
David Flynn has it all. Fresh out of a marriage that was marred by infidelity (hers) and misery (his). Now he’s got life by the cojones. He’s got a job he loves and with the help of his assistant, has moved up every rung of the ladder all the way up to V.P. in a prestigious investment management firm. It’s too bad David can’t see past his own ambitions to the woman who has got him to this point; the same woman he’s about to let go.
Cassandra Darrow has it all. A job she likes and a boss she loves, I mean loves to work with. Cassie and David are a well-oiled machine––a team. At least that’s what she thinks. That is until he lets her go easily––too easily. Surely it’s not because of their little tryst in the alley outside his favorite pub. David Flynn is better than that. Right?
I never used to think that there was such a thing as a stupid genius, but that opinion changed when I met Ernie Flynn. Ernie is smart to the Nth degree about nerdy stuff, but when it comes to women, he’s clueless. My name is Mary Claire Hammer, and I’m in love with that nerd. The trouble is, I’m also his best friend and roommate.
So, while this book is named after him, it’s really about me. It’s also about Ernie finding his way in the world when things sort of fall apart around him and it’s about me figuring out whether or not Ernie is the One and more importantly if he’s the Right one. So, no matter what you read in this story about Ernie and me… one thing you can be sure of is; I will always love Ernie Flynn but it may turn out I’m not IN love with him. And that’s okay because I believe whole-heartedly, if it’s meant to be,it will be.
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I’m irritated. The book before this one was supposed to be all about me. Hell, it was named after me, but my asshat baby brother ended up stealing the show. So, this little book is all about me––about me getting my shit together, about me figuring out that Kennedy Corcoran’s my person, and about me working my ass off to convince that same Kennedy Corcoran that I’m her person too. It hasn’t been easy because my woman is stubborn. And bossy. Oh, and dominant. Surprisingly, I’ve discovered the dominant side of my woman is hot as hell. More about that later.
So, sit tight and enjoy the ride and don’t expect to hear word one about my little brother. Well, not much anyway. I’m sure he’ll get his nose in my business because he’s a dick like that.
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Beatrice Yousef is different. Maybe different isn’t the right word. Quirky. Yeah, she’s quirky. With her part-time jobs and hobbies, like her love of dolphins and her cat Mr. Barnabus Nibblesworth, she barely has time to think of the male species.
Ed Flynn is a stick in the mud. Or maybe he’s just got a stick up his a**. Either way, the guy wouldn’t know fun if it slapped him on the face because he’s too busy being the responsible one, a big brother and his father’s right-hand man. The thought of adding a woman to his plate, well, that’s not in the cards for Ed.
At first, all Ed can see in Bea is a clumsy, awkward girl whose uniform is ill-fitting and whose hair is a rat’s nest. But, when she ends up in his arms, he feels something. And no, it’s not the glass of red wine she just spilled on his shirt. It’s something way better. It’s too bad Ed can’t seem to picture himself ever being happy let alone getting his own happily ever after.
I grew up in the midwest with a loving family including three brothers, one sister, and my parents who always fostered my creative side. I earned my bachelor’s degree at Iowa State University, then I was off to the Savannah College of Art and Design for graduate school. After that, I returned to Iowa for work which led me, once again, to ISU for my master’s degree in education.
I love to read and one day I was searching for a book. A book about a certain type of woman and a specific kind of man and I couldn’t find it so, I wrote it. I called it Game Changer and it couldn’t have been a more appropriate title. It changed my life in many ways. While my real job is teaching young people, my fun job is conjuring up characters and situations to write about.
My goal, as a writer, is to write stories that relate to all of us, to make readers laugh and maybe cry sometimes. I hope my readers can escape into a fantasy, one that’s actually possible. Sure, some of the stories could be dubbed “Insta-love” stories but that’s okay. I fell in love with my husband pretty damn fast and with my daughter the second I saw her. So, it’s a thing, I swear.
Dominic Weston, Dom for short, has a crazy idea: a gym run entirely by BDSM dominants. Whether members crave praise or humiliation, his trainers provide all the motivation needed for the perfect workout. Every flavor of sub is welcome at Dom Fitness, but bratty little girls are Daddy Dom’s specialty.
Amelia Tate has never so much as breathed near an exercise bike, and yet her editor wants her to write a feature on Dom Fitness. The only problem? Dom Fitness won’t let her inside to interview the trainers unless she becomes a member herself. Fine! She’ll join. And then she’ll tell the world just how dumb Dom Fitness is.
To Amelia’s shock, being dominated by Dom isn’t horrible. In fact, it feels amazing, and she starts to crave him both inside the gym and out, even though that’s definitely against club rules. Pfft, rules? It’s not just Amelia that’s about to get bendy. Daddy Dom doesn’t call her his naughty brat for nothing.
Author’s Note: Dom Fitness is a novella of 17,000 words and was previously published in the Dirty Daddies Anthology.
There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.
Becky is life. She’s the sunshine that lights up my world. But for some reason, I just can’t seem to fully commit. Everything in my head is screwing with me, and if I don’t figure it out soon, I’ll lose her. And to make matters worse, my sweet angel of a daughter has turned into a rebellious seventeen year old that is doing everything in her power to kill me. Something’s gotta give or I’m going to lose everything I’ve fought for in my life.
Coop has always been a mystery, but he was my mystery. Now, though, I can’t take any more. I want him, but I want all of him. If he can’t let me in, I can’t stick around. I need the whole man, not just the pieces he’s willing to give me. But even if I get him, can I hold onto him? He’s the one thing I want most in this world, but I have a feeling that things aren’t going to go my way.
I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.