THIRST, a new standalone novel from New York Times bestselling author, Deborah Bladon. Do you see what I see? I see my half-naked neighbor staring at me whenever he gets a chance. When I moved into this apartment, I knew I'd get used to the noisy tenant across the hall, the broken air conditioner, and the squeaky floors. I didn't think I'd grow accustomed to the lustful stares of the gorgeous man who lives in the building next to mine. He watches me when dusk falls with an intense hunger in his eyes I've never seen before. I sense his gaze trailing over every inch of my skin as I strip slowly, just for him. It’s innocent until I finally get the chance to pitch my business idea to a trio of private investors. That’s when I realize that the man who stands at his window every night staring at me is one of the three people who hold the future of my start-up in their hands. Rocco Jones has seen my body, and now he wants to touch it. I want my business to succeed, and I want him, but is it possible for me to have both? \*Author's Note: Although a few characters from my past books make appearances in THIRST, it's not necessary to read any of my other books to enjoy this sinfully sexy standalone romance.

Calder Frost is everything I don’t want in a man. He’s rude, insensitive, and cold as ice. After he crashes into me on a snowy night, I vow that I’ll do everything in my power to avoid him for the rest of my life. That lasts a day. When I realize that I’ll be forced to spend more time with him, I try to make nice. Calder wants to get naughty. That will never happen. I don’t care that he’s gorgeous and could light up all of Manhattan with his brilliant smile. I haven’t thought twice about the way he looks at me. I promised myself that I wouldn’t fall for a man until I made every one of my dreams come true, but what if those dreams are already my reality? Author’s Note: This novella is as naughty as it is nice. If you’re looking for a holiday-themed read with a bit of heat, this book is for you. I hope it puts a smile on your face and sparks a little magic in your heart.

Ruthless, a new standalone from New York Times and USA Today Bestseller, Deborah Bladon. When I agreed to go on a blind date my best friend set up, I had no idea how the night would end. As soon as I got to the restaurant, I spotted the dark-haired, gorgeous man I thought I was there to have dinner with. I sat down at his table and proceeded to flirt awkwardly with him. When his actual date came back to their table from the ladies’ room, I realized my mistake. The sinfully sexy man I told a condensed version of my dating history to wasn’t Dale, the friend-of-a-friend I was there to meet. Mortified, I went home and hid in my bed for the rest of the night swearing off blind dates forever. Three days later, I came face-to-face with the hot-as-hell stranger from the restaurant again. This time he introduced himself. Barrett Adler. He’s that Mr. Adler. Barrett is my new boss. He quickly proves he’s the most annoying, arrogant, and ruthless man I’ve ever met. My employment contract ties me to him for the next year. Three hundred and sixty-five days from now I’ll be free of him forever. Or will I?

This is how the worst Friday of my life started… The Dick Hey Sinclair, Mr. Calvetti is as ornery as ever today. He scolded me for taking a message from a woman who asked me to pass along this to him – “your lips are the purest form of pleasure this side of the Mississippi!” She may not be a poet, but she is obviously head over heels for him, so I thought I’d play cupid and give him the message. Dominick (The Dick) Calvetti told me once again to ignore all messages women leave for him. He’s a cruel bastard with a gorgeous face and rock hard abs. I imagine he has those. He’s 6’3” and works out every morning. He has to be built under those suits, right? I know that the nickname I gave him is based on his attitude, but I sometimes wonder if it “fits” in other ways if you know what I mean. Even if it does, I still loathe him. He’s the worst boss on both sides of the Mississippi. I attached a picture of the lingerie I bought for my date tonight. I snapped a selfie in the mirror this morning since you were still asleep. Let me know what you think, roomie. Arietta xoxo P.S. Tomorrow we’re getting you a new phone. I miss texting. Emailing is for old people like The Dick. The Dick Miss Voss, Thank you for your email. I hardly think 34 is considered old, and for the record, I’m 6’4”. Details matter. Sending an email to the intended recipient matters more, especially when you include a sensitive image exposing so much of your body. Also, cancel your date, as you will now be working late tonight. And report to my office. Immediately. Signed, THE DICK “XOXO”

I thought I was marrying the man of my dreams. Until a handsome stranger stopped the ceremony. My world exploded on my wedding day. A dark-haired, gorgeous stranger objected as I stood at the altar in my long, white gown. He told all my friends, family, and my fiancé that he was the man for me. I had no idea who he was, but he offered me an escape I was craving, so I left the church with him. He might have been a little drunk and horribly confused. Luke Jones stumbled into the wrong church. He was trying to stop the woman he loved from marrying another man. I took him to his apartment, got him into bed so he could sleep it off, and left a note. Two days later, he showed up on my doorstep. I should have sent him away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Luke was the hero I always needed. The calm, confident, sexy-as-sin fireman saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life. I saved him from the unending pain of a broken heart. Right when I start to think luck brought us together, fate’s bittersweet hand threatens to tear us apart forever.

My older brother’s best friend has always been my archenemy. Now he’s my husband. Thanks a lot, Las Vegas. Daniel Lawton is the most annoying man on the planet. He’s also my husband after a weekend in Vegas celebrating my brother’s upcoming nuptials. After a string of bad relationships, I swore I would never get married, but here I am, legally tied to the jerk. Daniel is as arrogant as they come. With his big blue eyes, five hundred dollar haircut, and a body that would make any action hero sob in envy, he’s impossible to ignore. I should know. I tried avoiding him in Sin City, but that ended with a wedding ring on my finger. Now we’re at home in Manhattan and arguing at every turn. When I make plans to fly back to Las Vegas to get an annulment, Daniel asks me for one small favor before I leave. Unlike my husband, I have a heart, so I agree to help him out. I soon realize that walking away from my mistake of a marriage may not be that easy after all.