I found an envelope in the mail. No return address. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of 10 thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. There was no name on the check, just "VRI Inc.", and a post office box address for somewhere in the city. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing...except a single word, on the notes line: "You." Just those three letters.
Marine turned billionaire arms dealer Jackson Hawke has one goal - to have the woman who ruined his life at his mercy. He'll see her on her knees, even if he has to pay for the privilege. Six years ago, Hannah buried her twin sister. Now, with her family in jeopardy, Hannah must sell herself to a wealthy stranger in order to save their home.
"Great start to this short series"
When Jackson gets his hands on the men who kidnapped Hannah, he's going to rip their hearts, still beating, from their chests. Or worse. No amount of pain or desecration seems sufficient punishment for the sin of taking Hannah away from him. He won't stop until he has the woman he loves back in his arms and in his bed. But as the ugly truth behind his and Hannah's intertwined pasts is revealed, their love will face its greatest challenge yet.
"Great end to this series!"
When Greyson tosses $20 on the stage of a strip club, the last things he expects to see are the haunted green eyes staring back at him. Finley should be home raising her infant daughter and baking cookies, not tucking singles into her G-string and giving lap dances. Greyson can't deny that he'd like his own private show, but there's not a chance in hell of that happening. The last time the former Navy SEAL saw her, she was dressed in black, holding a folded flag, and sobbing that it was all his fault...and he agreed with every single word.
Face it, ladies: love sucks and then you cry while your ex rides off into the sunset banging your best friend. But why let a break-up end in tears when it can end with sweet revenge? Enter Magnificent Bastard Consulting and me, chief executive bastard. I've got it all - looks, brains, a heart of gold, and the killer instinct guaran-damn-teed to make your ex regret the day he said goodbye.
"Magnificent Story ~ Downright Sexy! LOL Hilarious!"
Hannah is in too deep, falling steadily under Jackson's erotic control. It doesn't matter that he's her captor and tormentor. She lives for the nights when he draws her deeper into his world, teaching her the thrill of submission. Pain and pleasure. Love and hate. Him and her. Jackson is falling - remembering why he couldn't get enough of the woman who destroyed him - but so is she. Soon, he'll reach Hannah's hard limit and her obedient façade will fall away, exposing the monster he's hunted across three continents.
"Can't get enough!"
"Love triangle purgatory"
Roth and I are on an open-ended tour of the world. Roth being Roth, this means missionary in Morocco, reverse cowgirl in Calcutta, bent over the bow of a houseboat in Hanoi, slow and sleepy on St. John. Anywhere and everywhere, in every conceivable position and some I didn't know were possible. Life is pretty incredible. Until I wake up in his chateau in France alone. On the bed next to me is a note. There are only four words: "He belongs to me."
"BUCKLE UP & HOLD ON... COZ IT'S A WILD BUMPY RIDE"
Jackson Hawke might be a monster, but he's Hannah's monster. They belong together and she's determined to show Jackson she can love every part of him - light and dark, cruel and gentle, lost soul and Dominant man. Jackson knows he doesn't deserve her. He is broken and twisted and wrong inside, but when Hannah touches him it feels right, he feels right in a way he hasn't in so long. Can a monster learn to become a man again? Or will dark forces claim Hannah's life before she can claim his heart?
"Gets better and better!"
I'm a rescuer. It's in my DNA. Stray dogs. Stray women... But this one doesn't need rescuing. She needs something real, but I never keep the ones I rescue. I could let her go...but I can't watch her walk away. I'm an ex-Navy SEAL, and I never give up on a mission.
"Middle of the book"
Caleb is everything to her: lover, caretaker, the man who gave her life meaning when she had none. But as she seeks the truth about herself and her past, she discovers that unraveling Caleb's web of lies might very well be impossible. Logan is everything she never knew she wanted: freedom, joy, and a passion she couldn't anticipate. But is Logan's love enough to save her from herself, from Caleb, and from the tumultuous truth of her past?
"After everything blew up on Christmas, Liz walked away from me, and I let her. She said she needed space and a chance to pursue her dreams. But we both knew she was running from the mess she made. Now the political campaign she used as an excuse to leave is bringing us back together, and I'm proving to her what she really needs - not just the hot nights, greedy hands, and undeniable physical chemistry. What she really needs is something real. What she really needs...is me."
Lizzy Thompson met Riverrat69 online through Something Real, a service promising to deliver meaningful relationships by forbidding its users to share names or photos until they've reached a certain benchmark. She was looking for love. He was researching an investment. They hit it off. Talked and flirted, hid behind screen names and cartoon avatars. Now they're breaking the rules and meeting in person.
"Not what I thought it would be."
I thought one hot night with Max Hallowell was harmless. I never expected it would force me to face my past or bring back the man who swore he'd never let me go. Now, Max wants to help me - wants to save me. But if I let him, he'll be destroyed. I can already smell the flames.
"SPIN OFF SERIES... MAX FIGHTS & WINS HIS HEA"
I'm Trade, and I have a foul mouth. I also have a very skilled mouth, and I have no problem showing off either. Women have a thing for "the bad boy". I play that part well, only I play it dirtier. There's not much going on in my small town of Mohave, that is, until you walk in. You. You toss me a sexy smile and strut that A+ ass my way, and now I'm wondering what those high heels you're balancing on will feel like digging into my back while I'm between your thighs.