I'm no one. A mechanic. A getaway driver. A thief. I was born on the streets, and I like it rough - life, sex, everything. My job is dirty. My past is dirty. So is my future. Until I get out of prison and discover I've inherited a billion dollars. I'm not a good billionaire. I don't care about penthouses, fancy dinners, or private jets. I don't care about life and death. Hell, I don't even care about money. I'm willing to spend every penny of it on one thing. Find the woman who gave me one unforgettable night before I went down. The woman who is too good for me. The woman I can never have. Find her. Get revenge on the man that hurt her. And make her mine.
Bad Hookup She’d always been a good girl. Except when it came to him. She’d done all the “bad girl” things with him, and they had been glorious. Until he’d vanished the next morning. No note. No exchanged numbers. She hadn’t even known his name… Until she’d walked into her office and found out she had to work with him. Side by side. Every single day with Sebastian Henley—the sexy, gorgeous, irresistible, disappearing man from that night. And the worst part? He still made her want to do bad, bad things. Bad Divorce He was back. With the news that their divorce had never been finalized. As in she was still freaking married. And worse? Luke was determined to prove that ending their short-lived marriage had been a mistake. Well, for Bec, one broken heart was enough, and she wasn’t in the market to give Luke another chance at shattering her all over again. He needed to sign the divorce papers and leave her to her life. Only…Luke wouldn’t sign. And maybe…she didn’t want to either. Bad Fiancé Sera used to believe in happily ever afters. Now she knew they weren’t for her. For Seraphina Delgado, finding a man who loved her for who she was inside, rather than simply appreciating her outward appearance, had proved to be impossible. Until Tate. He was more interested in software than her cup size. He didn’t care about her looks or her boobs, only her abilities as a real estate agent. But then he showed up in her office with a crazy proposition. One so crazy, it almost made sense. He wanted them to get married. Even crazier? She said yes. Bad Text: A never before released novella It came in the middle of the night. Totally her fault, as she should have had her phone on Do Not Disturb. But she hadn’t, and that buzz-buzz had woken her. Then she’d seen the picture and…wow. She couldn’t let that pass her by. She’d just had to respond and then had stayed up texting back and forth with the man who’d had the great abs and the spectacular di— Cough. Sense of humor. She meant the spectacular sense of humor. But as the sun had risen and as she’d had to force her bleary self out of bed, she’d set the text chain aside and gotten on with her day. Until she’d walked out of her apartment, turned toward the elevator, and saw… Him.
Twice he’d broken her. CeCe was supposed to be traveling the world, taking the vacation she had always dreamed of, living the life she’d always hoped for. Not pushing away an ex who was determined to have her again. Not finding it harder and harder to resist Colin at every turn. But she was. Finding it harder to turn him away, harder to steel her heart against him. Especially when she found out exactly why the past had torn them apart. Because just like before she was falling hard. Falling fast. Falling deep.
Bad Night Stand I’d brought him home thinking that for once in my life I would live a little. Then he’d walked out, and I’d chalked the experience up to a bad one-night stand. Now weeks later I was puking my guts up and had a pink stick with a plus sign on it declaring my future. And because my life was my life, I was pregnant, alone, and starting a new job. And whose company was I working for? Jordan. Jordan O’Keith. The man who’d I’d brought home that night. The man whose baby was currently residing in my belly. The man I hadn’t recognized… And the man who was my father’s arch enemy. Bad Breakup Twice he’d broken her. CeCe was supposed to be traveling the world, taking the vacation she had always dreamed of, living the life she’d always hoped for. Not pushing away an ex who was determined to have her again. Not finding it harder and harder to resist Colin at every turn. But she was. Finding it harder to turn him away, harder to steel her heart against him. Especially when she found out exactly why the past had torn them apart. Because just like before she was falling hard. Falling fast. Falling deep. Bad Husband He was her mortal enemy in the business world. But in the real world? He had a soft spot…and it was only for her. And when sexy, smart, and oftentimes cold Clay Steele showed that soft part to her, Heather forgot to be the smart, calculated businesswoman she was. In fact, Heather got stupid. And stupid had her waking up hungover and naked in Clay’s bed. With a giant diamond ring. On her left hand. Oh hell— What had she done? Bad Date: A Never Before Released Novella Blind dates were the absolute worst. Awkward, filled to the brim with small talk, and they never, ever worked out. Kay knew all that. Yet for some reason, she still had agreed to let Heather set her up. And when the date came, Kay found herself stood up. Yup, that was just perfect. Her night was shot, she was behind on her word count, but then…she quite literally ran into tall, dark, and handsome outside the restaurant. One look at him and Kay thought that perhaps her night might be salvaged after all. Until she discovered tall, dark, and handsome was a jerk. Until she discovered that jerk was her missing blind date—her rude and insufferable date who blew right by her as if she didn’t exist. What. The. Hell?
Can't Buy Me Love It's Tag Crane's job to be the life of the party. Traveling from one exotic locale to another is just part of running the luxurious Crane Hotel empire. But even paradise isn't perfect. Devising a new business strategy is keeping Tag up at night-and so is the Great Dane barking at all hours in the apartment below his. To muzzle the problem, Tag charges downstairs . . . right into the most beautiful, blond distraction he's ever seen. Dog-sitting by day, bartending by night. It's not exactly the life Rachel Foster dreamed of. But when Tag Crane rushes in, all mountain-man shoulders and obscenely sexy smile, needing her help for the Crane Hotels, it's a fantasy come true. What's the harm in a fun no-strings fling? Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like Tag-until suddenly the one man who can't be caught is the one flirting with forever . . .
"This is your last chance to back out. You sure you're ready?" "Yes, I'm ready." "Then it's time for your first scene." Erin I let out a sigh when I see Greer smiling so happily in her wedding dress. Everyone seems to be getting their happily ever after, except me. At least, that's what I thought. Until I meet them. Two sexy, domineering, utterly irresistible alpha males. Ex-Marines. Best friends. Intimidating and powerful. Jackson and Caleb. The owners of the dungeon. One sets my body on fire. Charming, rugged, and rock-hard. The other makes me tremble. Dominant, intense, and damaged. When the elevator doors close, I know there's no coming back. They tell me something that makes me weak in the knees - they want to share me. Pleasure me. Together. Buckle up, let's head downstairs now and see what these two beasts will do to me... Reader's review: "The way it unfolds like a wet dream come to life is torching every nerve fiber of my being, making me warm moist and intoxicated from one eye popping ravenous page to the next. This story was definitely smoking hot with an intriguing storyline that kept me thirsty, excited and on edge." Nicole's Note: Happy Halloween! Two Billionaires in Vegas is an exciting and thrilling romance in my new Reverse Harem Romance series - Love by Numbers. It's the first book in the series, but it can be read as a standalone. I've also included a preview of the next book in the series for you. Happy reading!
The stripper who came to my door got the wrong apartment. I was planning to tell her. But she kissed me first. Max You'd never know I'm a millionaire. I wear jeans and t-shirts. I'm a recluse. Afghanistan left me with scars inside and out. All I want is to be left alone. I sure as hell didn't order the stripper who showed up. All I know is that the hottest, sweetest woman I've ever seen is naked in my lap. I don't even know her name, but I want her. No good can come of this. And suddenly, I don't care. Gwen I strip for money. It's just a job. Until I meet Mr. Wrong Apartment. He's big and dangerous. Grumpy and damaged. Biceps that make me want to cry. One wrong house call, and suddenly I'm breaking my own rules. Things are spinning out of control. We're both broken. Maybe we can't be fixed. Together we're fire and gasoline. But I might let everything burn if he'll just touch me one more time...
Billionaire Bad Boys: Rich, Powerful and sexy as hell. Lucas Monroe dropped out of college only to become a multi-billionaire and tech world God. He can have any woman he desires in his bed, but the only woman he's ever wanted is off limits and always has been. When Maxie Sullivan finds herself in dire straights, the only man she can turn to is the one she's always secretly loved: her childhood best friend. Can they trust their hearts and make a future, or will their complicated pasts stand in the way? This bad boy is going down fast ... And going down fast has never felt so right.
Payback. Power Struggles. Lust. Love? Isla King's family business was taken over by Calendri Corp, leaving her family in shambles. Now she's in Arturo Calendri's high rise office to beg for some mercy since he's the new CEO. His reputation as a bad boy doesn't scare her. Not much, anyway. When face to face with him, however, he reminds her of one tiny little detail that she might've forgotten. That time she told him off in her family's boutique. Oops... Arturo is holding all the cards and incredibly happy about it, and if Isla wants the family business back, she's going to have to agree to a little arrangement. Spend four weeks with him in his lonely mansion, being owned and claimed by him, or go home with nothing.
