She’s stacked and he’s ready to roll, but a surprise turn sweeps them into the surge of a river of love. Adam Doyle takes a suite in Vegas’ new PleasureDome Resort and Casino, and he’s ready to win big. He has no idea that the deal is about to start for the hand of his life, and it won’t p...
Autumn Welsh has a full life. Dream job. Loyal dog. Good friends. And a happy family. Or it would be, if she could stop worrying about her dad. He needs to get out, live a little, maybe even find someone special. And she has the perfect woman in mind. With the help of her steadfast, dog-park buddy N...
She hates him and he hates her dachshunds. It's a doggone showdown. After years of soul-sucking tech sales work, Isabel Costa and her best friend Adelaide Miller are chasing their dream of operating a successful dude ranch in the Colorado mountains. If only they knew what they were doing. To make th...
You know those stories where the smart girl tutors the dumb jock? This isn’t it. Blair - What’s the probability of insulting the one guy on campus I need to help me pass statistics? If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing in front of Wes Reynolds begging him to tutor me.
Welcome to Romance Virginia and the world of Main Street Romance. What's a *flirt* you ask? Think of them like an episode of a TV show bringing you snippets of life in your favorite romance world. A weekend road trip through the Blue Ridge Mountains is just the escape Kelly Harrison needs. Add in he...
From Amazon #1 Best-Selling Author Regina Wade comes this long awaited bundle. The first nine installments of the Protecting Her Heart series features smokin' hot alpha males and the innocent, curvy heroines that tame their hearts.
I can’t borrow him. He’s not a sweater or a skirt. He’s not even her favorite dress—the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him.
My name is Jason Hart. As the best defensive lineman in the country, I eat, sleep and breathe football. And I like it that way. I’ve only got a few more years before I’ll have to retire, so expending energy on anything other than football seems like a waste of time.
To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five, I’m glad you’re happy to have moved into a new apartment, but no: I do not want to have a beer with you. I do not want to have a nude sleepover. I do not want to make you breakfast, lunch or dinner, no matter how many lap dances you promise to give me.
We never should have met. I was rich, he was poor. I was plain, he was beautiful. I ached for the spotlight, he made his music in the dark. Yet he looked at me in a way my rock star father and cruel, entitled classmates never did: like I mattered. I never saw it coming.