She’s a superfan with a sassy mouth. I've got fame and fortune in spades - and I don't mind using them to get what I want. I'm kind of a big deal. As in, everyone on the planet knows who I am, and they have since I was fifteen. You'd think that doing whatever I want, not to mention the constant stream of women, would be pretty fun. And they were. For a while. But now I've seen it all - and it's enough to make a man pretty jaded. When there's a human stampede outside my concert, I jump out of my car to help. That's before I see the girl who nearly got trampled - the tiny, young, adorable superfan. So I invite her backstage... and before I know it, I'm inviting her to Vegas for a night of hard partying—and hopefully more. She's even more innocent than she looks , and I end up taking a cold shower. The last thing I expect is for her to sneak out the morning after. No matter what I do, I can't get this girl out of my head—her smart mouth, her huge blue eyes, and those crazy curves of hers are my own personal kryptonite. The fact that she doesn’t fawn all over me just adds fuel to my fire. I'll do anything it takes to win her - even pull out the old-school romance. Jewelry? Check. Roller coaster ride at 4am? Check. Following her across the country like a Goddamn puppy dog? Check. This girl is gonna be MINE. This book was previously released under the same title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded. It's a light and sweet story with a guaranteed HEA and not even a hint of you-know-what! Enjoy! Xoxox, Joanna

She’s off limits. But when we start butting heads, I want to settle things the old-fashioned way. I drink champagne for breakfast and have dozens of women at my beck and call. I don’t need anything, or so I tell myself. Life is perfect until she walks in… Sabrina is the label’s answer to my PR situation. She’s so beautiful she makes me think crazy things. Like that maybe my perfect life is pretty empty without her. For some reason, she’s immune to my charms. But she doesn’t realize how low I will go when I want something badly enough. I can’t seem to stop ruffling her feathers, even if I feel bad about it afterwards. I mess up, pushing her to the brink again and again. ​I have a lot to make up for if I'm going to make her my wife. Time for this bad boy to clean up his act for good.

Sometimes love can give you a second chance... Bruce Harrison isn't just a Rock Star, he's the Rock Star. The penultimate bad boy rocker, he's since grown up and cleaned up his act. He's given up partying and loose women. His health is great and he has more money that he could spend in twenty lifetimes. The trouble is, he's never been less satisfied. Katrina Henley has a secret. She's running from a less than perfect past and she has responsibilities to fulfill that would overwhelm a lesser woman. But the talented beauty is no pushover when it comes to men. So when the legendary Bruce Harrison offers her a job, she makes it clear that he's getting her voice and that's it. Bruce isn't easy to dissuade though. He wants Katrina more than anything he's wanted in his life and he's determined to persuade the sultry singer to give him a chance. Even if he wins her love, will he be able to accept her secret and everything it entails? Excerpt: The girl was asleep in the car. He stared open mouthed as she moved in her sleep. She looked like a sculpture- only one that was warm and alive. She shifted and her blouse got caught, pulling the neckline down. He swallowed at the sight of her luscious curves as her cleavage came into view. Bruce was still staring at her when he realized something else. She was awake. His eyes snapped to hers and he smiled sheepishly. She looked alarmed and then annoyed, like an angry kitten. She yanked her top up and stepped out of the car. He leaned against the side and watched her, further irritating her. God, she was cute when she was mad. "You're here early." She glanced over her shoulder at him while she locked the car. As if anyone would want to steal that heap of junk. It didn't even really look safe to drive. "I couldn't risk being late." "Where are you coming from?" "Canoga Park." He stared at her. "That's hours from here." She shrugged gracefully. Obviously she didn't think he'd care that she was driving three hours in the middle of the night to get to rehearsal. But he did care. He hated the thought of her doing that. The risk she was taking. "You can't do that every day. Get a room near here." She frowned and stared at her shoes. He glanced down. Her black ankle cowboy boots were literally falling apart- barely holding on by a thread. "We'll pay for it. We need you at your best." "It's fine. I- I just need a cup of coffee." He raised an eyebrow. "No coffee. Just tea. It's too drying on your cords." Her gorgeous lips opened in surprise. Harry had been right. The girl was really raw. She didn't even know how to look after her voice. "Come on, I'll show you where they hide the good stuff. I'm Bruce by the way." He held out his hand and she stared at it, then glanced back at his face. Finally she reached out and he closed his hand over hers. Her skin was incredibly soft and silky. The bones of her hand were delicate, like a bird’s. He felt a sudden wave of protectiveness wash over him. "I'm Kat. Katrina." As she pulled her hand back he felt the telltale callouses on her fingers. "Kat. It suits you. So do you play too?" She nodded and followed him to the entrance. He gestured that she should walk ahead of him. He was doing his best to put her at ease as they walked through the darkened studio, but it wasn't working. Her narrow back was stiff and straight. Her eyes were narrowed and suspicious. Crap, if only she hadn't caught him ogling her in the car.