This disciplinarian’s craving a sweet sensual siren. She’s messy, overworked, and accidentally underdressed. What happens when fate forces them to choose between forever and family? Tanner lives by ingrained military regimen and order. Two lonesome years at sea have left his appetite voracious for a temptress. But his sexy sassy neighbor won’t relent unless he loosens his impenetrable restrictive rule. Savannah’s barely surviving twelve hour shifts in the ER. Tanner’s resurrecting her burned out body with every demanding passionate touch. When a crash victim dies before her eyes, she questions everything. Tanner’s maintaining restraint until a devious familiar face threatens to shatter their intoxicating love affair. Unless he can have her all to himself, he won’t have her at all. Will Tanner sacrifice his own identity to protect her safety and recover her precious bleeding heart? Tanner’s a captivating steamy small town military romance. If you love a cocky commanding hero with an undiscovered heart of gold, you’ll fall for Tanner too. Read Tanner, prequel to the runaway best-selling ALPHAS series by Pandora Snow.

Axel Tantalizing tender tatas tease my cheek. My hardening manhood is begging to be unleashed. Amythest is inflaming my raging appetite for a woman. But rules are rules. No touching. Imagine the utter shock that courses through my stimulated body when this goddess saunters into my conference room a few days later. My cocksure attitude spectacularly backfires in my enamored face as she rebuffs my advances. Watching her curvaceous abundant ass stomp to the elevator further stokes my cravings. Letting her alone now isn’t an option. But she must explain why she strips. Is it wrong to ask her if she gets paid for sex? Apparently so, the slamming door and my stupid unfiltered mouth forcing her to retreat. When I heroically save the day, a powerful man accosting her in the park, she agrees to a rendezvous. Then panic stops my captivated heart as BLOCKED appears in big red letters on my cell phone hours before our date. What the hell!? Addison’s in unthinkable trouble. I feel her cry of desperation in my bones. No measure is too drastic to protect my precious woman. I pray to God I reach her in time. I love her. Exactly as she is. Addison Tonight was just another typical gig. Until the one they called Captain swaggered my way, his lust-filled eyes burning through my self-control. My breasts swelled against his stubbly cheeks, the intimate exotic shimmy borderline indecent. The deepening craving stimulated my core, willing him to stroke me. But rules are rules. No touching. Imagine my shocked gasp as synchronicity aligned our paths once again at his office, my trembling ravenous body barely maintaining professionalism. Axel exuded a commanding all-consuming hold over my equilibrium. He demanded to know my motivations for throwing my assets at greedy powerful Navy men. My Dad’s military honor is at stake. My Mom’s declining health is achingly fragile. But that’s none of Axel’s damn business. Either he accepts me exactly as I am, or he doesn’t. When the egomaniac Admiral takes advantage of me at a birthday party, I’m forced into a life-altering choice. He has graphic pictures. Of everything. Despite Axel’s ill-timed self-absorbed behavior, I’m hopelessly falling for him. But my behavior tonight is reprehensible. It’s nine pm. My cupless scarlet red bra and crotchless lace panties reveal every square inch for the bastard Admiral to take. Forgive me God. Axel won’t. Axel is a sexy, steamy, enemies to lovers military romance. If you love happy endings with a heaping pile of drama on the side, enlist in his crew today.

Would you forgive her? She ripped a hole in my heart while I was reeling from an unfathomable family tragedy. They say time heals all wounds. I’m about to find out if that’s true. Luke I used to pull her bright red pig tales when we were kids. Then she grew up, seemingly overnight, her body filling curvy hypnotic hips and full bountiful breasts. Her plump, sweet lips cherished me for hours in the back of my Chevy Camaro, lost to each other's blossoming bodies. But now, grief and misery weigh heavy on my aching heart. She cheated on me while I was at sea. That breakup call was the second-worst night of my life. And life offers no guarantees, as I've harshly learned. Yet hard as I try, I can't deny the continual thumping in my heart for her. I'm nowhere near capable of maintaining a friendly distance, not when every cell in my body aches to rekindle our passionate love affair. Especially now that I know her blessed secret. Despite the circumstantial evidence, I'm not ready to permanently shut the door between my high school sweetheart and me. Hunter is, and always will be, my first and only love. Hunter Sleep's been impossible the last three nights, my swollen restless body sensing his imminent arrival. I inhale deeply, biting back guilty tears, wanting to get my disgraceful admission behind me. Luke's tugging my heartstrings as he exits the cab, immense sorrow in his deep brown eyes. My tender heart aches for him, wanting to comfort him as he sets foot in the empty house. Our intense lust for each other is still unyielding. I feel him in my bones. Possibility is ripe to rekindle our torrid love affair. Until he sees me, sees the evidence of my betrayal. I slump against the closed, locked door, my palpitating chest praying for a second chance. I don’t deserve one. But I can’t live without. My traitorous heart will never love another man. Ever. Luke is a sweet second chance secret baby romance. If you love happy endings with a heaping pile of drama on the side, enlist in his crew today.

Sweating my studly balls off laboring away for my Dad isn’t my idea of fulfillment. Scoring an interlude with the sensual siren Miss Conner is. She thinks I’m a filthy egotistical power-hungry maverick: guilty as charged. Can I channel my inner Charming to win her vulnerable cherished heart? Lance Perspiration pours down my exhausted face, the salty drops soaking my favorite Navy t-shirt. I didn’t expect Dad to throw me into the fire of the flaming California sun my first day on the job. The burden of perfection is a steep price to pay when you’re raised a Bishop. But relief comes quickly in the form of an electrifying real estate agent, a voluptuous attractive brown-haired beauty. I refuse her professional handshake because my filthy fingers are covered in ketchup. Now she’s pissed, but holy hell is she sexy. Her paper-thin clothes are clinging to every abundant curve. I can practically see everything. She’s a full-blown knockout. So when we go from friendly conversation, to discussing multi-million-dollar business, to a passionate searing kiss, she surrenders to my aggressive advances. Except now she’s not okay with the last part. Good Lord, women are impossible to understand. Pressures multiply as an unexpected threat, just two days into my dream job, calls into question my true alliances. When my beholden smitten eyes see Aiden betray our steamy relationship for her ex, everything I thought I wanted crumbles to the ground. Should I reconsider pursuing my selfish identity and sacrifice my happiness to fulfill Dad’s dream of a father/son partnership? Is there an ounce of hope what I saw my girl do isn’t what it seemed? I’m going to need more than a glass slipper to give my love her happy ending. I need a miracle. Aiden My noon meeting with Mr. Bishop is a golden opportunity to earn a coveted notch in my rookie real estate belt. Imagine my jaw-dropping at the sweaty, filthy hunk of a man exiting the cab. His clothes are damp, his hair is disheveled, and he’s covered head to toe in a layer of red clay. Holy hell, is he sexy. But his obnoxious, arrogant attitude is souring the deal, his bravado unmatched. His handsome Navy ass is mistaken if he thinks I’ll relent to his fierce advances without a fight. I may be new at the real estate game, but I can bring a man to his knees with my curvaceous sensual body. Game on bigshot. When my boss humiliates me for failing to close the multi-million-dollar deal, the pressure to perform clouds my good judgment. A wealthy overseas kingpin offers me a golden lifeline, an exclusive contract managing his properties. Only he left out a critical expectation. My submissive body comes with the luxury lease. If that’s not bad enough, Lance sees me receiving a friendly peck from my ex, his imagination wild with negative assumptions. Oh, and I woke up in my ex’s bed too. Circumstantial evidence is hard to deny, but I was a victim of inadvertent misunderstanding. Will my fatal mistake of trusting these two men steal my chance for a fairy tale ending with my cocksure sailor, and cost me my career? Lance is a sexy, steamy, enemies to lovers military romance. If you love happy endings with a heaping pile of drama on the side, read Lance today.

“My mom heartlessly abandoned me at age sixteen. Kendra selfishly served me divorce papers without explanation. I’m not good enough for anyone. What will it take to crack open my heart’s defeated impenetrable fortress?” Phillip My heart’s rough, wrecked, untethered. Two long isolated years at sea’s done nothing to abate the excruciating pain of rejection. I’m a bitter, lonely man. A serendipitous accident catches me totally off guard, staring like a lovestruck buffoon into Brooke’s endless entrancing blue eyes. When I hold her sexy, shapely body in my arms for a split second, a raging spark of desire lights my dormant fuse. Thank God for my best friend. "I should kick your ass, you know," I grin to Houston as we blend into traffic. He slipped her my number. "She called!?" he shouts, his eyes sparkling with accomplishment. "Texted. We have a date tomorrow night." "Please tell me you said something clever. Girls love a confidant guy." "Says the man with no girlfriend," I laugh, his face bursting into a knowing smile. "I told her drinks are on me, and she said she liked me." "Impressive move. You're a great guy, Phil. Not all women are heartless like your ex." Houston's words are truth. But my embedded insecurities and screw-ups continue. And one horrific fateful night, I take Brooke too far. Can my shattered heart crawl out from the depths of rejection to admit my failures? Can Brooke forgive my reprehensible actions? I love her more than life. Only she can save me. Brooke A round of applause breaks out, my flushing red cheeks lifting to meet his beautiful bemused eyes. I just spectacularly spilled an entire glass of ice-cold soda onto a sexually charged Navy hero. "I could take my shirt off," he whispers commandingly, close to my ear. My squirming thighs retreat to the beverage station, the vibrations of his low voice tickling more than my fancy. Have mercy. I so want to be that woman who can have a passionate fling without feeling any remorse. But I'm gun shy after my last jackass of a boyfriend unremorsefully cheated on me. Thank God for my best friend. "I can't wear this short of a skirt; it's too revealing," I bemoan. "You've got to up your game to land a studly boyfriend. Give him a taste,” Misty smirks. Our first date was epic. He chuckled at my frustration, entertained by my struggle to secure the damn noodle in the flimsy chopsticks. I stabbed my utensils into the soup, gasping in panic as the soup splashed onto his shirt, the wonton into his lap. "You really want to get me naked," he breathed against my chaotic lips. Phil’s masculine bravado is all-consuming. Unfortunately, his unrelenting agonizing emotions strike. And I’m left a helpless, frightened bystander. Is Phil’s egregious sin forgivable? I have a golden opportunity to escape. If I deal him the final culminating blow and abandon him like the others, he’ll never recover. Nor will I. Phillip is a sexy, steamy, second chance secret baby romance. If you love happy endings with a heaping pile of drama on the side, enlist in his crew today.

Monday stands between me and the prestigious title of Fighter Pilot. One day, and one sexy, voluptuous woman, also gunning for the honor. I’ll stop at nothing to come out on top; of the fierce race, and her intoxicatingly sassy body. ARCHER Sacrificing my personal life is a necessary price to earn a coveted position on an elite military squadron. Until a pair of hypnotizing bouncing peaches runs past my cocky ego, and nearly falls victim to an attack. My heroic efforts render her beholden to my handsome blue eyes. When I’m forced (okay blessed) to tend her wound, and drink in plush generous bosoms, passions ignite. But not all men have honor and restraint like me. A familiar face competing with us is allegedly behind the string of assaults. The intrinsic obligation I feel to protect Lexi’s delicate emotions and body is overwhelming. Her vulnerabilities and open heart are drawing me more deeply into her world with each breath. So what do I do? My inexperience jumps the gun in a moment of emotional chaos and asks her a question neither of us is ready for. Only one of us will make the squadron. The other will be left far behind. Can you fall in forever love in five short days? I sure as hell hope so. If not, I won’t survive. LEXI Competing with cocksure self-assured men is testing my emotional and physical capacities. I’m fighting an unfair male chauvinistic battle for the exclusive opportunity to fly a sexy F-22 Raptor. I love catching fellow personnel off guard and test gauging their ability to maintain respectful boundaries. Not all of them do. When I’m assaulted by one of our own, Archer comes to the rescue. He’s stealing my heart, and unquenchably thirsty body, with each word he speaks. But falling too deeply isn’t wise. The chances we’ll both make the cut are slim. Plus, Archer’s only had one true love in his life, and she married his best friend. Does his heart truly have space for me? Monday’s looming heavily on both our turbulent minds. I’m willing to take a chance and get my heart broken. He isn’t. Only one of us will make the squadron. I hope to hell it’s not me. Archer is a sexy, steamy, enemies to lovers military romance. If you love happy endings with a heaping pile of drama on the side, enlist in his crew today.

Grief’s my excuse to run rampant with my sexual urges. Her life’s in dire jeopardy, a deranged stalker waiting to strike. Bodyguard’s know you never get personal with a client. Can my expert hands protect her from imminent danger, and from me? SILAS The last few painful months have brought nothing but loss into my emotionless life, my empty heart without purpose or direction. Until I’m tasked with protecting a sexy music superstar. She has no idea the arousing effect she’s having on me. I heroically save her life within hours of meeting. She’s practically throwing her generous cleavage in my face. Doing my actual job is supposed to prevent me from overstepping my bounds. It doesn’t. I’m realizing this goddess is far more complicated than I initially thought. Now a deranged predator wants to take her away. Bodyguards vow to protect their clientele. Can I save her life without losing her love? ELISSA Living the dream as a platinum recording artist comes with a steep price. My personal life and physical safety are in constant jeopardy. At least my new cocky bodyguard is deliriously handsome. He valiantly saves my life his first few hours on the job. He’s also helps himself to a giant drink of my near naked cleavage. Bodyguards live by the golden rule. Business and pleasure don’t mix. But the fine line is thinning. When a predatory suspect gains access to my bed, the stakes skyrocket. This demented man is someone I know. Silas’ macho bravado comes with a relentless pursuit to protect me from harm. Will surrendering to our lustful cravings keep me safe, or mistakenly send me straight into the stalker’s arms? Silas is a sexy, steamy, enemies to lovers military romance. If you love happy endings with a heaping pile of drama on the side, enlist in his crew today.