Novella

A grumpy cowboy with a permanent scowl isn't quite what I had on my holiday wishlist this year. Except we don't always get what we wish for, which I quickly learn when I find out the Christmas vacation home I booked is a scam. Which means I need to get off the surly silver fox’s property ASAP. But even a grumpy cowboy has manners, and he isn’t about to send this city girl away with a snowstorm blowing through town–even if it would make his life less complicated. Another not-so-small problem? There's only one bed in his cabin. I might be used to bright city lights, but country evenings turn into the perfect holiday nights when I find myself wrapped up in his arms. It seems the crackling fire isn't the only thing heating up, and I can’t help but wonder if fate led me here after all. Dreaming of a Cowboy Christmas is a spicy, age gap holiday novella between a sunshine girl and a grumpy cowboy who uses toys as teammates.

Life was simply life before I emailed a cowboy named Andrew Dawson. Since graduating college, I’d fallen into a cycle I was so stuck in, I didn’t realize I was in it. Work eight hours, have a glass of wine, and fall asleep to reality TV. I just rinsed and repeated every single day. But then the case of the strawberry cow happened. What started as a simple mission to educate my students, turned into the world’s longest game of cat and mouse. For five years, the ranch owner and I have been unable to do anything about the growing attraction that bloomed between us on my first trip, a reason or two always keeping us at bay. But for every one of those years I went to his ranch, I discovered more about the life I’d been missing. Realized what it was to find home. I was happy again. Alive. There was only one thing I still didn’t have. Luckily, it seems as though this Easter, I may finally get it. But only if I can find the golden egg before he catches me.

Graduating from college is exciting, except for the part where you have to go back home. I had it all planned out–I’d take the long, cross-country route so it would be a whole week before I have to face the inevitable. Then home decided to come to me. My mom remarried unbeknownst to me and her new husband says he’s flying all the way out here to drive back with me, because he’s concerned for my safety. With every night we spend together on this trip, I begin to wonder if maybe that ring on his finger should match one on mine instead.

My step-brother and I have hated each other since we met, so it’s a nightmare being forced to share one seat in the back of Dad’s truck, jam-packed with moving boxes, for the next two days until we get to our new house in Arizona. Tired of my squirming and complaining, Samir pulls me onto his lap for the remainder of the drive, and I find out just how nice my step-brother can be… Back Seat Baby is a spicy, 12k-word romance novelette. All characters are 18+. Please read the Author’s Note included at the beginning of the book. Happily ever after guaranteed.

I signed a document without reading the fine print and got tricked into a jailhouse wedding. I thought I was signing a waiver to attend a dance with a randomly assigned inmate as part of a new outreach program at the prison where my mom met my dad. I accidentally signed a marriage license instead. Thanks to Mom’s trick and her hankering for a grandbaby, I’m now legally responsible for housing and feeding the scariest, bossiest man I’ve ever met for the next three years. But a baby and happily ever after with the brutally handsome felon fourteen years my senior are not in my plans. Nor are they in his. So we’ll grin and bear it as nothing more than reluctant roommates, and then we’ll go our separate ways…right? Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner is a deliciously over-the-top, spicy age-gap romance about a grumpy ex-con who’s ready to move on with his life, his introverted stranger-turned-involuntary wife, and their happy little accidents.

For years, I’ve been waiting to turn twenty-one so I can marry, start breeding, and contribute to life in our bunker, but just before my spousal ceremony the council makes a change. Instead of marrying the boy who’s always been my best friend, I’m expected to marry Will instead. Will is a stranger—gruff, intimidating and fifteen years older than me. I’ll do my duty no matter what, but I really don’t want to marry and breed with him.

It all started with a sex scene… Well, I was failing to write a sex scene. As an author of over fifty smut books, I was struggling to do what I did best. So, for fun, I asked one of my best online friends for some help. I really shouldn’t have done that… He wrote the scene far better than I ever could, and seven months of platonic, yet-flirty friendship were wiped away in ten minutes. He asked to meet me in person… We’d previously agreed to keep things digital, to remain faceless friends—since he was forty-two, and I was twenty-six, but neither of us could resist. When I saw him at the airport, I was instantly attracted to him. But I knew, right then and there, that we could never be. It turns out that the man I’d been talking to for the past several months was the last person I expected. The last person I should ever think about… He’s my dad’s best friend.

"Lean back on the table and spread your legs for me..." Being a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them. Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. (This would be acceptable if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not. I'm supposed to be a goddamn therapist...) When my team finally came to their senses and decided to bring someone more competent into the practice last month, I was actually elated. Until I realized that our new "doctor" was none other than the woman I was supposed to meet over dinner two weeks ago. The same woman who stood me up with nothing more than an "I can't meet you anymore, sorry," after we agreed to move our online talks into reality. I haven't forgotten any of the filthy fantasies she told me about, and I never deleted our dirty messages. And if she thinks that I'm going to act like a "professional" and pretend like that shit never happened, she has another thing coming...

He’s going to milk and bottle every drop of her love…. Charlotte did whatever she could to survive after being thrown out at eighteen. Starting a private streaming channel within a niche community, Charlotte quickly grew a loyal fanbase. When she inherits her grandmother’s cottage in Wyoming, she packs up and moves to the small town of Maybrook. It doesn’t take long before she catches the eye of the local dairy farmer with a voice so familiar it reminds her of her favorite subscriber. By day, Johnny dedicates his life to his family’s farm. By night, it’s devoted to his favorite content creator. When the woman he’s been dreaming of for three years moves to town, he wants to do more than watch her through a screen. Putting together a plan to keep her forever, nothing goes accordingly when their undeniable chemistry overflows. The Milk Man is an erotic small town romance with hucow elements.

When Jessica finally goes to her annual physical exam appointment, the last thing she expects is dark haired, gorgeous Dr. West. The examination he gives her is unorthodox, making her feel things she’s never felt before. Jessica is more than willing to be treated by brooding, grumpy Dr. West. But when she's threatened, he becomes possessive and overprotective, demanding she move in with him. Forced together, what began as a purely physical relationship turns into something much deeper. Soon they are sharing home cooked dinners, and their deepest, darkest desires, but are either of them ready to share their heart?

J. Wilder brings you a steam filled Christmas novella. Experience just how delicious it is when your boyfriend gifts you to his step\-dad. When my boyfriend Cole invited me to celebrate Christmas at his step\-dad’s cabin. Nothing could have prepared for what would happen next. Griffin’s nothing like I pictured. Instead of a typical middle\-aged man. I’m faced with broad shoulders, a muscular chest and a jawline sharp enough to kill. Spine tingling grazes, and heated glances that last too long have me feeling guilty about how my body’s reacting. That is until my boyfriend asks to share me with his step\-dad After the steamiest Christmas holiday of my life, everything feels perfect. Note: All characters meet as ADULTS.