At forty, Tamika Boone never imagined she’d become a walking cliche. Yet, the morning after a particularly drunken Christmas party, she finds herself waking up in a man’s bed. A man who happens to be her sexy employee, Carson Hollister. And Carson’s fifteen years her junior. What was supposed to not go past the drunken party turns into an agreement—they continue a casual sexual relationship for twelve days until Christmas Eve. After that, they part ways. No feelings and a clean break. Easier said than done. Carson has no problem agreeing to the arrangement…except, in those twelve days, he’s planning to make Tamika fall for him. For him, their Christmas after-party hookup was nothing short of divine intervention; he’s wanted her for years but always kept a professional distance. He can give her what she thinks is the only thing he wants from her—screaming mornings, steamy evenings, and erotic nights in her office, his loft, his car…wherever. But, when it’s all said and done, she’ll realize age truly is nothing more than a number when it comes to what he can do to her body, and what he can be in her life. Warning: This standalone novel 30K contains graphic language and sexual scenarios. For mature readers only.

On the outside, former MVP wide-receiver turned successful entrepreneur, OB Daniels, is a player. A self-proclaimed dog. Carson Hollister, OB’s best friend, is the only one who knows the truth—it's the size of OB's heart that's the problem. Once he falls, the woman he falls for becomes the center of his universe. No matter what she does. It’s why OB does his damndest to avoid it. Enter Samantha Norwood. Samantha is the founder of a multi-million-dollar gaming software giant. She’s also a cancer survivor, which gives her a certain perspective on life and a beautiful, refreshing vulnerability that makes OB crave her friendship and her heart as much as he craves her body. Sam sees him as a brown-skinned skull and crossbones. He sees her as the most dangerous weapon fate has ever wielded against him. Both Sam’s and OB’s friends warn her not to fall. OB’s a heartbreaker. A cautionary tale. OB's...not the man he used to be. The man before it happened. Still, instead of falling, she leaps. And, as she falls, Sam discovers that the real reason OB keeps everyone at arm’s length isn’t a fear of falling in love. It’s a fear of something else entirely . No Feelings Allowed in a full-length African-American contemporary romance that touches on subjects includes stigma, stereotypes, and intimate partner violence.

The last person Miguel Reyes wants to fall for is Delilah Daniels. Of all the people in the world, this is who fate is trying to lead him to? His overprotective best friend’s younger sister? But he’s never felt anything like this in his life. Delilah could live in his blood, and she still wouldn’t be close enough. Together, they're a perfect mix... as well as unstable elements on the brink of explosion. Trying to stay away only pushes them back together even more intensely than before. She's his. He's hers. It's either succumb or be destroyed. And they can't seem to do a thing about it.

“As I said, it’s Saraci. S-A-R-A-C-I. Learn to say it and learn to spell it. It’ll be yours one day…and so will I.” When what happened in Vegas...didn't. Raina Daniels and Lucas Saraci are sworn enemies. Warring dragons from rival factions. The Montagues and Capulets of the modern world...kind of. To Raina, Lucas is a handsome egotistical maniac with green eyes and fangs she swears exist but hasn’t been able to prove. To Lucas, Raina is a beautiful, intelligent, maddening breath of fresh air who, in one presentation, reinvigorates what was becoming a medical career far removed from what he originally intended for it to be. Yet, for two people who can’t stand to be around one another, they can’t seem to stop wanting to be around each other. So, when they find themselves at another conference, this time in Las Vegas, they try something different. They try being nice. They try getting along. They try thinking that a few drinks, a high-stakes poker game, and a private hotel suite won’t lead to anything except maybe a few lost dollars or seconds of dignity. Until they wake up in bed together wearing matching rings with no recollection of the night before...sort of.