Single Parent

Working as a nanny for the world’s grumpiest single dad should have been simple. Except I can’t keep my eyes off him. And he can’t keep his hands off of me. Cade Eaton is thirteen years older than I am and barely looks my way. Until I get him into the hot tub one night for a game of truth or dare. Then all bets are off—and so are our clothes. He’s gruff, a little rough around the edges. But broad-shouldered ranchers with calloused hands and filthy mouths are this city girl’s kryptonite. So who am I to resist? But it’s in our quiet moments together that he softens. It’s when he takes care of me that I realize his hardened exterior is just a façade. It’s when I watch him go all sweet with his little boy that I really fall for him. Someone convinced him once that his best wasn’t good enough. But I’ve never felt more cherished than I do in his arms. My contract may say this arrangement is only for two months. But my heart says this is forever.

He is powerful, older and my boss, a lethal combination. Job satisfaction has taken on a whole new meaning. When I lied on my resume, I didn’t expect it to matter. I mean any child would love me; I was born to be a nanny. I applied for a position working for a woman, or so I thought. But Julian Masters is definitely all man…the kind you dream of licking chocolate from. The first day was bad. The kids were the spawn of the devil and I spied through a window and caught him doing something obscene…. and equally fascinating. The second day was worse, he caught me snooping in his bathroom cabinet in my skimpy pyjamas and all hell broke loose. On the third day, I ran over him in a golf cart. And by day four I had decided that I wanted that chocolate…all of it. Melted….on me. But intelligent, widowed Judges don’t fall for ditzy nannies. Or do they?

I never wanted a wife. No one is safe with me. No one is good enough for my daughter. But if I want to rule over the wealthiest crime family in New York City, I only have two weeks to find one. When Elsie broke into my home, I saw an opportunity, so I forced her into a marriage she didn't want. No one crosses me, not even someone as beautiful as Elsie. She may fight me with that smart mouth, but she will obey me–or return to the hell she came from. I told her she was mine for a year. Then she'd be free. But the more I see them together, my daughter and my wife, the more she touches me like I'm worthy, the more I start to wonder, could she be mine? But when war lands at our feet, when her life’s in jeopardy, I realize I was right all along. No one is safe with a man like me. Least of all her.

MADDY I cultivate my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honour at my convent school, and I’ve been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He’s the most proper person I’ve ever met. No one would peg him as the Finance Director of a sex club. (I mean, no one’s pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. \#justsayin) I get it. He’s a widower who’s single\-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet. Something just for him. Besides, I’ve seen the looks he gives me. Equal parts disapproval and desire. Looks that compel me to bring him back to life. Which is why I proposition him to do unspeakable things to me. Use my body to find some light in his darkness. After all, he has an entire sex club at his disposal. Surely it’s rude not to indulge? ZACH This woman will be the death of me. It’s deeply unfortunate that my soul only finds peace when my hands are on her body. I’m beginning to understand that the basest pleasures of the flesh can overrule the most elevated emotions of the heart. She looks like the embodiment of sin. But God, she feels like salvation. Undulate is a scorching hot age gap, single dad romance with an MMC who’s wounded and widowed and one of the most wonderfully unrepentant FMCs you’ll meet. It features characters you’ve met in Unfurl but has a standalone, monogamous HEA (despite the ‘helping hands’ our MCs encounter at Alchemy along the way). It can be enjoyed on its own or as a sequel to Unfurl.

My first mistake was sleeping with the most dangerous man in New York, without him knowing who I was. My second was believing he never would... It was supposed to be easy: one night of sin with a beautiful stranger to forever cut ties with my Bratva past. But I didn’t pick a stranger. I picked him. Hades Drakos, the dark prince of the Drakos Mafia family, is a lethally beautiful psychopath with a trail of broken hearts and bloodshed in his wake. Oh, and he’s my client. It doesn’t matter that our one night was under darkness, disguised by masks. He knows my secret sin. He knows it was my first time. And now, he’ll use that to trap me as his own personal Persephone. But even though the God of the Underworld might have my darkest secrets and sinful submission in the palm of his hand, I swear, there’s one thing he’ll never capture. My heart. Sinful Hearts is a standalone dark mafia, blisteringly steamy enemies-to-lovers romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive hero with “look at her and I’ll unalive you” energy. Readers are advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

Camile Thompson loves three things: her best friends Kat and Abbie, planning events, and getting revenge. When she starts her dream job at the elite Long Beach Island Beach Club, she makes a pact with her besties: For the first time in ten years, she’ll try to be more open and make friends. No cutting people off for minor infractions, no closing herself off, and absolutely no tests to prove loyalty. When Cami strikes up a friendship with her intern Olivia, it's anything but smooth sailing when the mean girls of the Beach Club show up. They love making people miserable and they have their sights set on Cami. Cami quickly slips back into her old ways of petty payback. The only ally she seems to be able to tolerate is the hot bartender who works across the street. But when his Beach Club connections come to light, Cami realizes this may be the cruelest summer ever.

AIDA I've endured fifteen years of underwhelming marital sex with Lord John Russell. One front\-page tell\-all from his secretary puts an end to that misery pretty efficiently. As the media furore rages around our divorce, two things become abundantly clear. One. It’s time for some decent orgasms. Which is why I’ve joined the Unfurl programme at London’s top sex club, Alchemy. Two. It’s time to take control of the narrative. For myself and for other women. And that's why I plan to document my sexual revolution on camera. CAL Sexy AF celebrity, Aida Russell, is looking for a mentor on her journey to reclaim her sexuality. As co\-founder of London’s most exclusive sex club, I’m her man. I’ll make her come. Make her forget. Untether her from the constraints of her past. I warn her at the outset not to get emotionally attached. I don’t do commitment. But when she begins to revel in the new\-found liberty I helped her find, I'm the one who struggles. I should be proud. Relieved. Job done, right? But the higher she soars, the more attached I get. Untether is a spicy reverse age gap romance (10 years' age gap) where he falls first. It's full of the searing heat levels, glamour, and mega\-feels you've come to expect from the Alchemy series.

I’ve had a crush on the single dad next door, ever since I was thirteen years old. Theo Graham is charming. Sweet. Absolutely gorgeous. But, I’m not a little girl anymore. I shouldn’t want him. I can’t have him. I should know better than to want my best friend’s dad. My best friend, Theo’s son, who may or may not have had feelings for me on and off for the past eight years. Wanting my best friend’s dad was the one secret that was never supposed to come out. Except now, he wants me too.

Hannah Maddox Lovelace. The captivating football player I met in college. The one I only knew for a week. A week that was… life\-changing. Until my phone rang, and I had no choice but to go home. I left Maddox a letter, putting my feelings on paper, giving him my number, hoping he’d call. But he didn’t call. He never called. He got drafted into the professional league and lived like a king while I stayed home and struggled to stay afloat. I may have followed his career, but now that he’s retired from football, I’ve forced myself to stop thinking about him. And it’s okay that I won’t ever see him again. That week in college was fifteen years ago. I’m not in love with Maddox anymore. I might even hate him. Maddox Hannah Utley. The name that’s haunted me since my senior year of college. The girl who caught my attention with her wide eyes and freckled nose. Who spent one week twisting up my insides until she stole a piece of my heart the night we got locked inside the campus library. The girl who disappeared without a word. It’s the name of the girl I’ve been trying to forget for fifteen years. And it’s the name looking up at me from the résumé in my hand. Because Hannah Utley works for the company I just purchased. And that makes her mine. Whether she likes it or not.