There's nothing like watching a woman's face as her body bridges pure rapture. It's primal. It's raw. It's unadulterated bliss—the best kind there is. Sex is great. Sex is f\*cking awesome. But lately I've been thinking, is this all there is? Or is there something else I'm missing in my life? What is it? Intimacy? Love? God knows I want to find it. But where do I start looking? Obviously, I've searched between the sheets and come up empty. Where to next? Then I meet my new landlady, Sierra Maywood. An aspiring couture designer who inherits the house I’m renting. Thanks to several unfortunate misunderstandings, Sierra ends up homeless and in need of a place to stay. So I ask her to move in. And she says yes. Holy sh\*t, this could be the best or worst decision of my life. I’m hoping it’s the best. \Previously published as 'LANDLADY'\ ~ Northbridge Nights is a series of standalone romances featuring a close-knit group of friends. Each novel can be read in more or less any order. A New Adult Romance for Mature Readers Only

Ass, good. Sass, great. Class, a must. Three things I look for in the perfect woman. I know, I know, beggars can't be choosers. But one can dream. Unfortunately, even if I did meet the right woman, I'd have nothing to offer her. No money, no status, not even a proper roof over my head. All I've got is notoriety. A shit ton of it. But chicks don't exactly drool over damaged bad boys. Not the sane ones anyway. Fact is, I'm broke, and I'm broken. I have pennies to my name and no prospects. So how the hell am I supposed to turn my life around? Then I meet her. Rachelle Wu. Within seconds, I'm hooked. Within minutes, I'm hypnotized. Within days, I'm hungover and hung up about her. You see, she's getting married in less than a week. And I can't do anything about it. Or can I?

Roman Finnegan fixes hotels for a living. Give him two weeks with any failing hospitality business and he'll make it profitable again. But his latest charity project, Crescent Hill Lodge, may be beyond saving. The owners refuse to acknowledge their financial problems, the staff are disrespectful, the hideous rooms are filthy, and the entire Summers family is on the verge of bankruptcy. If they can’t turn things around before the new year, they’ll have to shut down the lodge. The only person keeping the business afloat is the owners' daughter and hotel manager, Magnolia (Maggie) Summers. She's hard-working, loyal and kind to a fault. She also has big dreams that are stifled by her inner demons. Despite trying to stay professional, Roman falls hard for this sweet, small-town girl. So hard, in fact, that he wants to bring her back to London with him. His gift: an all-expense paid winter holiday in Europe. All Maggie has to do is say yes. Only thing is, Maggie’s past is littered with broken hearts, unfulfilled promises, and stolen dreams. She’s too scared to leave her family, hometown, and safety net behind. She doesn’t think Roman can make her happy. He needs to convince her otherwise…before his flight back to the UK first thing Christmas morning. \This is a full-length, exclusive male POV, standalone holiday romance.\

I go by many names: Playboy, Hustler, Villain. They call me a sadistic a\\hole because I rob from the poor and cheat on the weak. Do I ever regret the choices I’ve made? All the damn time. But it’s too late to turn back, and too late to start over… I’ve never even considered giving it all up for anyone or anything before. Never had a reason or motivation to change. Until I met her. Callista Rayner. Heiress. Goddess. Need-her-ass-up-on-my-mattress. My last chance at redemption. Problem was, I couldn’t afford to fall for her, because I didn’t want to ruin her. I didn’t want to destroy her, like the others that came before. Too bad I had no choice. Too bad she was my pawn and I had to use her. Too bad, too bad, too bad. NOTE: This is a full-length, standalone dark romance/romantic suspense that contains sensitive subject matter.

First, he broke my heart. Then, he ripped it out of my chest. Fifteen years ago, Beckett Longstead broke up with me, then disappeared. One stormy night, he shows up at my doorstep bloodied and bruised, begging me for help. I should’ve shut the door in his face. Should’ve left him to bleed. But instead, I take him in and fix him, just like when we were teenagers. Beckett has secrets, though, and everything about him screams guilt. He’s hiding something terrible, but he won’t tell me what. He claims he can’t remember. That he has amnesia. He’s sick, plagued by nightmares, and his memory loss troubles me. But he’s got no one else. So against my better judgment, I welcome him into my home, and back into my vulnerable heart. Little did I know, it was a mistake. Little did I know, his sins would destroy us. Little did I know, his secrets would ruin everything.

I’m carny trash turned gigolo. When I was seventeen, I swallowed swords. Now I swallow my pride and sell my body on the Las Vegas strip. I make two hundred bucks an hour, but I still live in a trailer because I blow every dime I have on slots. Vegas was supposed to make me richer than Midas. It was supposed to be my lucky paradise, my big break. But instead of filling with green, my wallet filled up with debt. Instead of hope, my heart filled up with bitterness, rage and disgust. I wanted to end the cycle of poverty and addiction that enslaved me. Was about to pull the trigger and take my life when she showed up and changed the game. Rose Hathaway. Fiery hair, feisty personality and hotter than the devil she dressed as for Halloween. She stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life. And how did I repay her? By ruining her life and destroying her career six months later. This is our story. Author's note: This is a standalone angsty romantic suspense with sensitive subject matter that may trigger some readers.