After breaking up with the world’s biggest jerk, I’m reluctant to get back into the dating scene. So my best friend, Paula, and I make a deal. “If it’s ever going bad, shoot me a text, and I’ll come rescue you.” The only problem? I send the text to the wrong P – P for Professor Alexander . I met Asher Alexander on a history field trip, three years ago, only giving me his number in case of an emergency. So there’s no way he’s going to respond now three years later…right? But then he does more than that. This forty-three year old, silver-haired, muscular alpha appears and saves me from my horrible date. I almost melt. I’ve been obsessed with him ever since I was an eighteen year old virgin. Now I’m twenty-one, still a virgin, and I’ve been through the wringer. I expect him to ask me why I sent him a text with my location attached. But instead, he saves me. I know he’s just being nice, but I can’t stop dreaming about being with him. I can’t stop fantasizing about his rippling muscles and how safe I’d feel with his powerful arms wrapped around me. When my ex-boyfriend rears his head, Asher steps in again, leaving me wondering… Is it possible he feels the same? Does he want me as badly as I want him? As events escalate, I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, I’m not imagining that possessive jealous glint in his eyes.

It was a mistake. I should never have stolen his phone number, mainly because of a silly crush. Felix Franklin is forty-two years old, the billionaire CEO of the company where I work as a lowly assistant. He wouldn’t look twice at me, and not just because of my position. I’m twenty, on the curvy side, spending a lot of my free time hunched over a sewing machine, dreaming of being a fashion designer. Felix is forty-two and ripped. His hair is iron, and his wolfish blue eyes are intense. He looks confident and dashing in photoshoots and an alpha in the extreme. But when I get his number, I can’t resist. I won’t have to meet him. I won’t have to tell him I’m a virgin or that he’s so much more experienced than me. Really, what harm can one text do? It turns out the answer is a lot. It can bring Felix crashing into my life in a whirlwind of possession, jealousy, and primal hunger. It can bring the darkness of our pasts up and make us reveal things we wanted kept secret. And it can bring us together…even if I’m always wondering, always doubting if he truly feels the same as I do.

Damien Drake is the man of my dreams. Forty-one years old, mature and experienced, with silver-streaked hair, intense eyes, and a way of owning his six-foot-six muscular body that has me melting… It’s no wonder I’ve had a crush on him for so long. But I know nothing can ever happen. He’s my Dad’s best friend. They’ve known each other since they were kids. It’s good, then, that Damien’s working on his TV show in England. He’s a celebrity chef, wealthy and successful. But now he’s coming home. And Dad has given him my phone number. I’m a marketing intern, and Dad thinks I can help with Damien’s restaurant opening. The texts start innocently, and I think that’s it. He’s not going to pursue his best friend’s daughter. Even if that wasn’t an obstacle, I doubt he’d be interested. I’m half his age, on the curvy side, and the real kicker… I’m a virgin. That’s why I lose my mind when Damien starts sending me suggestive texts. And then they go into the full-blown steamy territory. We get addicted to it, the nightly texting. He texts so possessively like he wants me all to himself, and he never wants anybody else to touch me. I want that so bad. But soon, we’re going to have to take our relationship into the real world. Dad might find out, ending everything.

I almost kissed my dad’s best friend at my eighteenth birthday party. Banner Barret is thirty-nine years old and six feet two inches of pure muscle, with intense eyes and the sort of confidence most men could only dream of. It was a mistake, and I get that. He only did it – almost did it – because he was drunk. But now it’s a year later, and dad’s getting married in a tropical island paradise. Banner’s going to be there as the best man, taking a break from his work overseas. I know nothing can ever happen. I’m nineteen, obsessed with dogs, and not exactly the come-get-me type. Oh, and I’m a virgin. But the first night I arrive, everything changes. I find myself alone with Banner. “I wasn’t drunk. That was a lie. I just knew it would be wrong. But I can’t hold back anymore. I need you, Brooke.” When he kisses me, it feels magical. It feels like the start of something. But we can’t ruin dad’s wedding. We can’t make it about us. So we make a deal. Using the phones the travel company provides, we’ll text each other. Just text. Nothing more. But as the long weekend progresses and the texting becomes steamier and more intimate, it becomes more and more difficult to resist the real thing….

Can a curvy girl like me hold the attention of this gorgeous older man? Or is it destined to blow up when we really meet in person... After suffering a tragedy in my family, I’m trying to move on. I want to focus on my studies and not get caught up with the dating scene. But then I see a man one day while I’m riding the bus. He’s tall and ruggedly handsome, with an intense way of staring at the world, with silver hair and muscles pressing through his suit. I never expect to see him again. I never expect to learn his name, Elias. Or find out that the math tutor I’ve been texting is him. I know he’d never choose a twenty-year-old woman like me, who is on the curvier side. But then, one night, our texts get steamy. I need you, Della. And you need to give yourself to me. He doesn’t know how right he is. But what happens when we really meet, not just stare at each other across the cafeteria? \*Texting My Hot Tutor is an insta-everything standalone romance with a curvy FL, HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

He is an A-list actor. I’m a shy, curvy intern. What do we have in common? Nothing. Except I may have accidentally text him and he may have text me back. Working for one of the top-rated PR companies in LA is a dream job. Which means I can’t ruin it. But when I see Weston Wyatt’s phone number by accident on my boss’s phone, I memorize it, telling myself I’ll never text him. He’s older, and experienced, with millions of women swooning over his Oscar-winning performances and magazine-cover looks. But one night, on a crazy whim, I type out a text, but I don’t mean to send it. Then the touchscreen of my phone goes on the fritz. The message sends. I don’t expect him to reply. But he does. He even gives me a nickname. Miss Mystery …. So I give him one right back – Mr. Hollywood. He doesn’t know who I am. But safe behind my phone, I can explore my wildest fantasies. But women like me aren’t supposed to drive A-list actors to possessive heat, jealous steaminess, or say things like… “You’re mine, Alice. Nobody else’s. Just mine." Does he really mean it, or are they just words?

Pro fighter turned tattoo artist and now, texting buddy. Killian Blaze is as hot as his name and a complete stranger. So why is he texting me back? I want a tattoo to honor the only man who ever loved me, my dad. I'm shy, almost a recluse. I find it difficult to leave the house let alone talk to strangers so how can I communicate my desire for a tattoo? At first, I think Killian won’t help me. He’s a famous tattoo artist, surely he won't have time, but we start texting and discussing designs. We start texting a lot. Killian is older, experienced, and we have only ever communicated through text. How can I feel such a connection with a stranger? I’m curvy, and very shy, nothing like the ring girls from his previous life as a fighter. I’ve never had a boyfriend, never even kissed anybody. Can I trust this stranger who sends me hot and steamy texts? Will he lift me up and help me come out of my shell or leave me all alone to lock myself away? \* Texting the Tattooist is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

This crush won’t quit. It’s inappropriate as hell. I’m all grown up, and he’s back in my life. My mom’s ex. The man she hates. He promised my dad he’d always be there. After Dad passed, Jaxson was true to his word, swinging by when I was younger. Before the fallout. Before whatever happened between him and Mom. My bet is they slept together, and the thought makes me sick. Jaxson gave us his number… in case of emergencies. Well, Mom’s crazy ex definitely counts as one. Jaxson comes and handles the problem. He’s got everything a girl could want in a man, even a shy girl—even one with zilch in the experience department. Look up V-card in the dictionary, and you’ll see my face. When Mom sees him, she freaks. She says I can’t ever see him again. I’m broken… but then, a simple thing. A simple and beautiful thing. A text, just one at first, but now we can’t stop. What happens when Mom finds out? Why does Jaxson keep going hot and cold, texting steamily and obsessively, and then nothing? This hurts, but hell, what would Dad think if he were here? \* Texting My Mom’s Ex is an insta-everything standalone insta-love romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

It’s a shot in the dark. A text to a hitman. But he responds, and then somehow, I’m falling for him. People say he’s part devil, part angel. Nobody knows his name. He’s my last hope when loan sharks threaten my mom. When he offers us a place to stay. How can I say no? My mom needs stability. She’s suffering from her addiction, but there’s a catch. All the rooms have cameras. He’s watching me. Our texts take us to steamy places, sending each other photos and sharing details. Sam is over twice my age, with a body to die for and eyes somewhere between scary and so hot I could scream. He starts to take control and guides us to sweltering places as he watches me on camera. After years of trying to support Mom, it’s a relief to let go. However, I’m not sure what happens when we go beyond texting. I keep thinking about the future, wedding bells, stuff a so-called streetwise woman should know better than to hope for. The more we text, the closer I feel to my guardian angel. But can this become something real? What happens when he no longer has to protect us?\* Texting My Guardian Angel is an insta-everything standalone romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

When a mysterious stranger offers me ten times my usual rate to give his sister violin lessons, I can’t afford to say no. But now, the dark side of his life is knocking on my door. There’s nowhere to run except into his arms. Matteo DeLuca is fierce and powerful, always getting what he wants. Over six feet tall and the leader of a crime family, I never expect to discover this emotional, musical side of him through his texts. But I make a mistake and let myself get too close. Now, I’m caught in the crossfires of a Mafia war. It’s like there are two the one who ruthlessly does whatever’s necessary to destroy his competition and the one I see—softer, insightful, but still capable of extreme violence, and all without blinking an eye. Falling for him feels so natural, but when he shows his ugly side, a part of me becomes frightened of how badly I want him. \* Texting Mr. Stranger is an insta-everything romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.