Neurodivergant Men

Single mom Jess Davis is a data and statistics wizard, but no amount of number crunching can convince her to step back into the dating world. After all, her father was never around, her hard-partying mother disappeared when she was six, and her ex decided he wasn’t “father material” before her daughter was even born. Jess holds her loved ones close but working constantly to stay afloat is hard...and lonely. But then Jess hears about GeneticAlly, a buzzy new DNA-based matchmaking company that’s predicted to change dating forever. Finding a soulmate through DNA? The reliability of numbers: This Jess understands. At least she thought she did, until her test shows an unheard-of 98 percent compatibility with another subject in the database: GeneticAlly’s founder, Dr. River Peña. This is one number she can’t wrap her head around, because she already knows Dr. Peña. The stuck-up, stubborn man is without a doubt not her soulmate. But GeneticAlly has a proposition: Get to know him and we’ll pay you. Jess—who is barely making ends meet—is in no position to turn it down, despite her skepticism about the project and her dislike for River. As the pair are dragged from one event to the next as the “Diamond” pairing that could launch GeneticAlly’s valuation sky-high, Jess begins to realize that there might be more to the scientist—and the science behind a soulmate—than she thought. The Soulmate Equation proves that the delicate balance between fate and choice can never be calculated.

Elena To most, Kal Anderson is a villain. Harbinger of death, keeper of souls, frequenter of nightmares. Doctor Death. Hades incarnate. They say he stole me. Usurped my fiancé and filled the cracks in my heart with empty promises. Imprinted his crimson fingerprints on my psyche and tried to set me free. They’re not wrong, per se. Except it was my choice to stay. Kal To most, Elena Ricci is an innocent. Goddess of springtime, lover of poetry, angel of my nightmares. Little one. Persephone personified. They say I ruined her. Shattered her virtue and devoured her soul like a succulent pomegranate. Embedded my evil as deep as I could possibly get and tried to set her free. They’re not wrong, per se. Except it was she who ruined me. \*Promises and Pomegranates is a full-length, standalone, dark contemporary romance inspired by the Hades and Persephone myth. It is NOT fantasy or a literal retelling. If you’re not a reader of the genre, this book may not be suitable for you. Reader discretion is advised.

My obsession tastes like pomegranates. I'm not supposed to know that. Her skin is soft. Supple. I'm not supposed to know that, either. Now that I've plucked the delicate little flower, there's no way I can ever forget. None of my other sins ever tasted so sweet. Sweet Sin is a 16k word prequel to Promises and Pomegranates. It is not a full-length book, and it does end on a cliffhanger.

It was supposed to be an easy article about Cain Archer. Never did I think it would lead me straight into the arms of a serial killer. When the magazine I worked for sent me to write a piece on The Elysian, and the recluse architect who created it, I didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t him. He was supposed to be cold and cruel, but to me, he was intoxicating. Magnetic. And impossible to quit. The deeper I fell, the harder it became to ignore that inner voice, screaming that darkness followed Cain. I wanted to be wrong. Maybe it was all in my head. But I needed to find the answers. Nothing prepared me for what I discovered… What if the person you took into your bed isn’t at all what he seemed? What if he’s the monster you’ve been searching for?

Sydney Ward woke up on the wrong side of life—that’s what it feels like when cancel culture claims another victim. After her relationship implodes and tanks her career as a bestselling romance novelist, Sydney decides to start a whole new chapter in the last place that any kind of romance—literal or figurative—could find her: Wisdom, Wyoming: a town with two stoplights, one main street, and zero book boyfriends. Sydney was prepared to rebuild her life. She was prepared to forget all about sexy firefighters, broody billionaires, and dreams of her own happy ending. She was not prepared for her incredibly intelligent and endearingly awkward landlord—or the way he makes her feel things she’s only ever written about. Ranger Reynolds lives by his own rules. While his exceptional IQ makes him an asset to Reynolds Protective, Ranger knows he’s too smart for his own good—and too smart to find love like the rest of his brothers. So, he ignores the pull he feels for the woman renting his garage apartment and sticks to facts instead. When the press show up looking for a story on Sydney, they bring a dangerous plot twist. They’re out for blood, and they aren’t the only ones with Sydney in their sights. Ranger is determined to help. So, when Sydney approaches him proposing a very convenient kind of protection, Ranger agrees. Because what other reason would he have to get married?