My billionaire boss caught me reading a very spicy book when I should have been working… The price of keeping my job? One night as his fake date.
We’ve all read a book so good we couldn’t help sneaking just one more page, right? Mr Blackwood is dangerous - a London mafia boss - and was sche...
A collection of divinely naughty, steamy stories set in Regency England. Featuring commanding, dominant Lords, losing their heads (and their hearts) to spirited, innocent and delightfully wanton ladies.
This box set of high-heat stories includes Dirty Dukes, light BDSM, domestic discipline, spank...
You’d think my biggest problem as a lighthouse keeper would be the drunk tourists. Yeah, no. It’s actually the infuriatingly hot cthulhu who’s decided I belong to him.
And the thing about cthulhus?
Once they get their arms around something they want, they never let go…
An alien mercenary in Scotland
Thorrn only travelled to Earth to find women compatible with his species, even though he expects to stay alone for the rest of his cursed life. Broken inside and out, he's sure no female could ever want him. But that all changes when he sets his eyes on a sassy Eart...
My best friend’s dad is advertising for a fake wife with real benefits.
I wasn’t meant to see the advert for a convenient wife. He wants a short brunette with blue eyes (that’s exactly me!) to keep him company, laugh at his jokes (his dad jokes are the best), and be his homemaker. The money...
I agree to teach my curvy tomboy best friend how to lose her V-card.
The rules are simple: keep it strictly business. Don’t fall for her…
But Lily Winslow doesn’t do simple.
With curves that set my blood on fire and a mouth too smart for her own good, she’s asking me to teach her ho...
“Who hurt you?”
For three years, I’ve been daydreaming excuses to get my gorgeous, older, mysterious neighbor into my apartment. I was thinking of a burst pipe, small cooking fire, dress that I can't zip up, or a massive sign that said “I adore you, please take my V-card”.
I didn’t...
I never planned on sleeping with him. Nor did I intend to make him my enemy.
I only went into the bar to scope out my competition – him.
The scorching hot night that followed was a mutually pleasurable accident.
Of course I knew we were in the running for the same position.
It’s not my fau...