Literally left holding the bag after a botched underworld deal, I know I’m gonna do time. Two years as it turns out. But spotting her moments before I’m grabbed. As we slam into each other for what I hope won’t be the last time…I see our future in her eyes, and in her belly. The babies I instantly know we have to have together. And if she can keep this bag I’m carrying. Keep it safe. Keep it a secret. Then our future is gonna be golden. But there’s more at stake than just the loot. I crossed a line that night. Pissing off the wrong people by helping myself to their cash, and falling so hard for a younger, heavy-set girl so hot I think I just passed the earth’s core. Two years apart is an eternity. And I only learn just how much danger I’ve put her in the day I make parole. I should’ve claimed her on the spot, should’ve done things a thousand different ways. But I’m out now. And I’m coming for what’s rightfully mine. I just hope I can get to her, and the bag before they do.

My good deed for the day gets a man killed. Or does it? I was just the schmuck who felt sorry for him and bought him a scratch ticket. The winning ticket as it turns out. When the ticket goes missing and everyone who finds it ends up dead my old boss calls me in. I’m a private detective now, so any police work is up to the men and women in blue. But he’s not calling me in to work the case…not technically. And not only because I’m their only lead and maybe even a suspect. I’ve got this… gift I guess you’d call it. A sixth sense that saw me solve every one of my cases, and in record time. A winning ticket. A girl. The one. The words flash across my mind and I know, I just know that whoever has the ticket now is in far more danger of getting killed than just becoming rich. And when I see her, when it should all make sense, I don’t even recognize her. Not at first. I’m too blown away by her incredible beauty to even remember who or what I’m even supposed to be looking for. An older, ex-cop turned private detective falling for and claiming a curvy, younger blond and living happily ever after? Sounds like make believe. But this is real life. It’s actually happening…because I’m going to make it happen. I know the oaths I took to serve and to protect are for life, and the life I’m gonna put inside her is just the beginning. I’m here now. And I’m gonna look after her. Protect her and serve her. Her private detective. Forever. \*This story is a standalone romance with a HEA, no cheating, no dubcon, and no cliffhanger.

When a guy just won’t take no for an answer I know I’ve got a problem…a big one. But when I’m rescued by a hulking, hunky cop I know I’ve got an even bigger one…him. I should have my nose in one of my college textbooks, but instead all I can think about is studying this protective policeman’s anatomy…that thick chest, those broad shoulders, his masculine jawline. No wonder why my hormones are working overtime and for the first time in my life I know I’ve found the right real life man to explore all my fantasies with. He protects my heart and serves my body, but when danger comes calling again will my possessive police officer be able to save me in time or will our relationship come to a screeching halt…forever? This is a standalone, steamy, instalove romance with a guaranteed HEA. No other woman drama. No dubcon. No cliffhanger.

Security. Protection. Enforcer. It’s not what I do, it’s who I am down to my very core. Which is why I throw myself in harm’s way when a woman is endangered at the club where I work. But not just any woman. Her. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met, every possessive bone in my body rising up with the need to claim her, keep her safe, and put a baby in her belly and make her mine…forever. I know I’ve found the one but when a friend tips her off about the kind of club where I work, she suddenly starts to question just how secure she feels about being in my presence. She already knows I’m the man she wants, now it’s up to me to prove to her I’m the man she needs. Always. And I’m going to do exactly that…no matter how long or what it takes. Because she’s mine. Forever.

Cade Cade Booker spends his mornings on his surfboard, his afternoons in his studio creating works of art that are universally celebrated, and his evenings with a seemingly never-ending string of women. Cade is rich beyond measure and famous the world over. He’s a man living his best life. But when he goes in search of a new personal assistant, he runs into a woman who challenges the way he sees the world. Challenges the way he sees himself. She’s like catnip to him. But Cade knows she is forbidden fruit and that he needs to keep her at an arm’s distance. He can’t afford to lose yet another PA because he can’t keep it in his pants. But Briar gets under his skin in ways nobody ever has before, and he finds himself inexorably drawn to her. He tries hard though, to resist her siren song. But when she’s threatened by an obsessed classmate, Cade is surprised to learn just how far he’ll go to protect her—and to keep her in his life. Briar She was looking for a job. Something to help cover the cost of her tuition and give her a little money to live on while she worked her way through school. When she found a job listing for a personal assistant to one of biggest inspirations, Briar thought she’d found the perfect opportunity and a job that would provide her with not just money but valuable experience. Cade Booker was Briar’s hero. She grew up admiring his works of art and in large part, it was because of him that she decided to pursue her own artistic endeavors. Briar quickly learned that old saying about never meeting your heroes was coined for a reason. Despite his outward gruffness, Briar found that he was a very different man than the image he projected. Underneath that rough around the edges exterior was the heart of a good man. The heart of a man Briar found herself increasingly drawn to. The heart of a man she eventually found herself falling for. But when a classmate who was obsessed with her threatened everything she’d worked so hard to build, Briar found herself on the edge of losing it all. And when that fight comes, Briar finds out exactly who she is… and who Cade is too.

My work is my mistress. When I became a cop I knew a relationship was out of the question. Who wants to date let alone marry a man who might not come home at the end of a shift. That’s why I’ve never put too much stock into dating. Do I wish there was someone waiting for me at the end of the day? Yes. Do I wish I had someone to call my queen? Definitely. But one call, one misfiring alarm could change that all. There is just one problem. Would she go for an older man like me? She could have any man at her feet, worshiping her. I know what I want and it’s her. Now it’s time to make her see that I’m what she needs.

Who is this man? And how does he seem to hold so much power over me? I wake to find a tall, muscular man standing over me. Is this heaven or a prison? I came to Italy to escape a stalker but now it looks like I’ve landed in the hands of another dangerous man. He says he’s an honest businessman but the mansion he lives in tells a different story. Is this man my savior or my downfall? But it might be too late because I’ve already fallen head over heels.

Tory Sweet is never one to shy away from a good story, but interviewing Tobin Tate, aka the New Orleans Nightstalker, is a whole new level of danger. As a journalist, she’s determined to get the truth about the murders he was accused of—no matter the cost. When the power goes out during their interview, Tory finds herself trapped in the cell with Tobin. The darkness only heightens the tension between them, and Tory begins to see a different side of the man behind the infamous nickname. In exchange for an honest interview, Tory gives herself over to Tobin, body and mind. But as their connection grows, she starts to question everything she thought she knew about the Nightstalker. Could he really be the one behind the murders or is he innocent? As the hours tick by, Tory must make a choice. Will she stand by Tobin and help prove his innocence, no matter the danger? Or will she turn her back on him and the intense feelings growing between them? Choosing isn’t easy, especially since Tory harbors a secret of her own—a secret that may or may not be enough reason for her to abandon everything… for him.

I had a rough start in life, but that only made me more ruthless in my desire to come out on top. My name is Danny Dimarco, but I’m known on the street as Diavolo (The Devil) because I show no mercy when someone gets in the way of me getting what I want. I’m the boss of a crew, and today is the wedding of my only rival for domination over the city. Well, my only rival until now. Now, there’s a new player on the streets, and he’s built a crew that’s becoming a problem for both me and my rival. At another time, I might be going to this wedding locked and loaded, but since we now have a mutual interest to discuss, I’m going as an invited guest so that we can talk business. I didn’t know what would happen at this function, but I didn’t expect to find the most beautiful girl that I ever laid eyes on. She’s the maid of honor and the illegitimate daughter of my arch-rival. Her name is Deirdre, and she’s as sweet and innocent as she is sexy. Everybody knows that Deirdre is treated like a nuisance by her father, and she needs someone to treat her like the princess she truly is. I’m instantly obsessed with her. She needs a man like me to keep her safe in the dangerous world that her father and I have created. From the moment I see her, I know that I have to have her, so I do what any man in my position would do. I make her part of the deal.

What am I supposed to do with some spoiled American girl? When my father asked me if I would let my new stepsister come to Italy to stay at my compound, I considered telling him no. When he added that he expected me to act as her tour guide, I almost hung up. Almost. The problem is that family means everything to me. If it wasn’t for my father passing the torch to me, I wouldn’t be where I am now—the youngest boss in the history of the Gallucci crime family. So I do my part. I have my best man pick her up at the airport and instruct him to give her anything she needs and take her anywhere she wants to go. What more can my father expect from me? He knows what this job entails. I don’t have time to babysit a teenage girl. That thought alone is laughable. Well, it was…until I see her. I lay my eyes on Gabby and immediately know I’ll do anything for her. She looks so lost and so innocent that my protective instincts kick right in. Where I come from, we protect our women. She’ll know what it’s like to have a real man look after her. But our parents and my enemies threaten to keep us apart. No matter. She was always meant to be mine. My wife. The mother of my kids. Letting her go is not an option. If anyone thinks otherwise, tough luck.

I’m about to work in a new town, but of course, my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The last thing I want is to freeze my ass off as I sit on the side of the road. Hitchhiking isn’t the best idea, but it’s not like I have any other choice. Then, a Jeep appears. I half-expect the driver to be a serial killer wanna-be. Instead, I see a young, innocent girl with red eyes and a puffy nose. Her beauty hits me like a freight train. I don’t know her story, but I intend to find out. She’s running away from someone, that much I can tell. And while my training kicks in, I resist the urge to pepper her with questions. I need her to trust me first. It doesn’t take long before she realizes I’m not one of the bad guys and starts spilling everything. Finding out her father and his men are after her? It takes all of my willpower not to drive around and finish them myself. And when those degenerates manage to locate her, they think they can take her from me and I won’t do anything about it. They think I won’t put up a fight even if it’s six against one. They think I’ll willingly give her up. The thing is, she’s already mine. And anyone who comes after her has to get through me. No one gets through me. These assholes think they can one-up me because they outnumber me? Please, f\*ckers. Don’t threaten me with a good time.