I lost everything, was shipped off to live with an aunt I barely knew, and was put to work cleaning her dilapidated antique shop. And then, I met Callum. Or should I say I released him? I was a socialite with a strong sense of entitlement and a lot of anger. He was a Dominant genie with a hard body and an even harder hand. It could never work. Could it?

The princess was destined to be mine. She just didn't know it yet. Sparks fly, skirts go up and panties come down. My stubborn princess will learn that her Ogre Daddy is determined to turn our nightmare into the ultimate happily ever after.

My most important job as Santa is to rid the world of non-believers of all ages. But first, I have to make one of them my wife. Crystal spent her entire life avoiding Christmas, and I have only two weeks to convince her otherwise. She is stubborn, but I am determined. She will learn the magic of Christmas either on Santa’s lap, or over it. The fate of Christmas depends on it.

Robo-Rob. The perfect boyfriend. Guaranteed to wow judgmental parents, spoiled little sisters, and pesky ex-boyfriends. What do you do when your little sister is marrying your ex and you need a date for the engagement party? Well, I don't know what you'd do, but I got wine drunk and built a boyfriend in the robotics lab where I work. Enter a six foot hunk of metal and silicone who randomly quotes obscure movies, turns me to mush with his smile and has a maaaajor daddy complex... What could possibly go wrong?

What kind of matchmaker looks for dates on Tinder anyway? The desperate kind. My brick and mortar matchmaking service was the last of its type. Until HE came to town and opened up shop right across the street. Suddenly clients are lining up down the block hoping to find their one true love. The only problem? They are lining up on his side of the street! I don’t know who this Greek god-like man with a Midas touch for making love matches is, but he is seriously messing with my life. Every time I see him I want to throw him against a wall. And rip his clothes off. And screw his brains out. I need him gone. Like, Yesterday. Before I lose everything. Including my pride.

I wasn’t the damsel in distress type. And yet here I was, wrapped up in a shit-show of epic proportions, with a gang of bad guys after me and a leak somewhere in the ranks of the police department charged with keeping me safe. The next thing I know, I’m holed up in a talking house with Brian, the butter-voiced superhero who ‘rescued’ me against my will. He has a hard-as-steel body and even harder hands, but there’s something about him I just can’t resist. I’ve never needed anyone, and I don’t want to start now, but when he tells me to call him Daddy, I almost believe it when he says he can keep me safe… Almost…