The steamy adventures continue with Ivy and Alistair in Book 3 of The Blood Money Billionaire series. As their relationship deepens, their world becomes far more dangerous. The ending will make you shake your fist at the author, but not for long, because book 4 is speeding your way soon.

The non-stop heat continues with Ivy and Alistair in Book 4 of the Blood Money Billionaire series.

As your paralegal (and ex), I have to be honest: You’re a horrible lawyer. Honestly, the worst I’ve ever seen. You never communicate, you pile on overtime, and you’re constantly in a bad mood. Now, about those panties on your desk. No, that wasn’t a desperate cry for your attention. It was the result of a lost bet with my roommate. But if you were even half the lawyer you claim to be, you’d have figured that out without all the ego-tripping.

I’m the ruling queen of Saint View Strip. After growing up poor, taking my clothes off and dancing for men is all I know. My thriving club and the people I employ are everything. They’re my ride or die, and I’m theirs.

It's the dog's fault, really. If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up here: With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it. (Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.) He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak.

Unhinged. Charming. Dangerous. The brother of the man I’m prosecuting and now my stalker. I didn’t know Eoghan O’Rourke was a lawyer for the Irish Mob when I tried to put his brother in jail. And I shouldn’t have gotten drunk and yelled at him. I certainly shouldn’t have gone home with him. But I needed to get rid of my V-Card and a gorgeous mafia man who would never fall for a curvy womanlike me is the perfect one and done. Boy, was I wrong. Eoghan turns obsessed, jealous, and unhinged. I’m a prosecutor. He’s a criminal. We have nothing in common.

Kane Romano is the most handsome, powerful man I’ve ever met. He’s also the man holding me captive. My asshole of a step-dad found himself on the wrong side of the mafia, and then offered me up in exchange for his life. How does he have the right? I’m 18 years old, and my step-dad doesn’t own me. The problem is, Kane Romano agrees. Everyone knows you don't fight with a Romano, unless you want to end up in an unmarked grave. I should be scared, but every time I look into those dark eyes, I feel safe and protected.

I’m damaged. They’re damaged too. The last thing we need…is each other. I’m done with dominants. Been there, had one, have the scars to prove it. I'm all about work now, about growing my private investigator business. I have no time for anything else. Then a mysterious client hires me to investigate a case of blackmail at Club Menage, and he assigns me a pair of guards. Two men who knew me at my worst: Adrian Lockhart and Brody Payne.

I thought I was late for my cousin’s wedding, but the wedding turned out to be for me... If I’d known the sexy arrogant guy in the elevator was my future husband, I probably would have turned and ran. My own father sold me out, promising my hand in marriage to Alexei Koslov, a sexy, arrogant bratva boss. The last thing I want to do is get married, but nobody says no to the Koslov bratva.

Callum Walker is a crazy grump. Okay, fine. He’s a hot, crazy grump. Still. He’s known me for less than a day. And now he’s showing up at my job saying that I’m the one. Like I said. Crazy. But there’s something else about him too. Something protective in the way he looks at me. And when he sees me on one of the worst days of my life He doesn’t even flinch. He just tosses me over his shoulder and says “you’re mine.”

My family was never supposed to meet my fake fiancee. Except she just walked into my hospital room, looking just as surprised as I am. All because of one white lie. They think we’ve been together for a year, but I only met her last night. I panicked after my father didn’t name me as the next CEO of our family’s billion-dollar company. His reasoning was that “I care *too* much about work”. In fact, the whole small town we live in thinks I’m too rigid and too serious.

I may be a total princess, but I’m not looking for a prince. Or even my usual type of wealthy, overly-groomed playboy. I’m done with smooth. I want a bit of rough. A real man, with a real job. One who’s good with his hands and not afraid to get them dirty. Someone exactly like the foreman on the new community project my team’s volunteering on.

He’s my ex’s brother. A terrifying mob boss with a past too dark to share. And when he finds out I’m pregnant, he becomes something else, too: the husband I never asked for. Kolya Uvarov crashed into my life at a funeral and saved me from a mega-creep Classic meet-cute, right? Not exactly, because it was his brother we were burying. AKA my ex-boyfriend. AKA the man who hit me, stormed out the door, then died in a car crash before I could ever tell him about our baby. But Kolya knows the secrets I’m hiding.

They're supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can't stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They're stepbrothers.

Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.

The non-stop heat continues with Ivy and Alistair in Book 4 of the Blood Money Billionaire series.

The steamy adventures continue with Ivy and Alistair in Book 3 of The Blood Money Billionaire series. As their relationship deepens, their world becomes far more dangerous. The ending will make you shake your fist at the author, but not for long, because book 4 is speeding your way soon.

Nica The De Luca name tastes like power, money, and a darkness that chills me to the bone, and now my father's blood screams for vengeance—I'm going to make them pay. But then I see him: Elio De Luca. Sharp jaw, ink-black hair falling messy over his brow, and eyes that sear right through me. I know he’s a predator, but even his stare makes my skin heat, making me question if this is really the same boy who shared stolen candy with me. Now, he commands an empire built on blood. His eyes meet mine—and I’m sure there’s a flicker of recognition followed by a cold mask. I know I’m ...

My brother's best friend will do anything to win. Even if it means pretending to date me–his sworn enemy. But claiming my V-card wasn't part of the plan. He's Goalie-zilla of the Houston Heatwave and the man I can't stand. Number 33. Ryker-freakin-Balinger. The only things we have in common are the temporary roof we share and the arena where we both work. Dealing with this muscular, tatted-up grump is the last thing I need. But he needs good press. And I want revenge on the team's newest arrival. So this relationship is all for show.

In the once-quiet town of Willow Creek, my life was a steady beat, a rhythmic routine, until the carnival stormed in, a whirlwind of chaos and danger. Under the neon lights and haunting melodies, Cade's eyes found mine—piercing, intense, sending shivers through my soul. He was a dark storm, a looming shadow over my every move. Cade's obsession was relentless, his desire a madness that knew no bounds. Like a predator, he stalked me, every step a calculated move in his sinister dance.

She's a tiny thing, so young and naïve. Beautiful and brave but loyal to a fault. She needs the firm hand of a strong man. Just...not my own. She was meant to marry one of my brothers. I never wanted a ring on my own finger. But now I want to put my hands on her. Tear her innocence away from her. Be the first and the only man to touch her. I can't get her out of my mind. I've gone from wanting to punish her...to wanting to make her mine

One wild night gave me more than just regrets. Six years ago, I walked away from Igor Sokolov—New York’s most dangerous Bratva prince—and vowed never to look back. Or so I thought. Now, he’s found me. And worse, he’s discovered my biggest secret: our daughter. Igor doesn’t ask. He takes. With ruthless determination, he drags us back to New York, claiming it’s the only way to keep us safe. Safe from his enemies, maybe. But not from him. He’s possessive, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. And he’s made one thing crystal clear: I’m his.

If it weren't for bad luck, Stephanie Combes would have no luck at all. On top of stealing her identity and ruining her credit, Stephie’s ex-boyfriend has shamed her in the most unexpected way. As a card dealer, she’s determined to make a fresh start in Biloxi where the tips are better and she can climb out from under her shame and debt.

The boy-next-door turned bad boy billionaire sets my soul—and body—on fire, too hot to resist. He’s my forbidden desire…an older, secretive and grumpy hunk. Returning home for my sister's wedding, I never imagined I'd fall for my brother's older, off-limits best friend! Until a steamy night with him makes me second-guess everything. Cade ‘Casanova’ Hart has a talent for getting under my skin...and my clothes. His smoldering eyes turn me into a puddle at his feet. But falling for a man like him is a thrilling yet terrifying risk. The age gap between us is just the tip of this ...

I curate art for a living. This big show was supposed to pay my bills for the next year. Oh, and did I mention the star artist is my unfaithful ex? So I try to put on a brave face—after all, the clientele are worth billions. But my ex is doing everything in his power to rub it in. Holding his new girl a little too tight. Hanging around me a little too close. What I did next was a teensy bit impulsive. I grabbed the closest revenge hookup I could find... who just happened to be the billionaire dropping five mil at the auction.

Briella Wilson is a quiet librarian who houses two secrets. Both of which could destroy her. Unfortunately for her, two students who attend the college where she works—Grant Gipson and Jason Nani—have a taste for forbidden fruit and harbor a dark obsession for their sweet-natured college librarian. Determined to possess her before they graduate, they and their friend Trip Baniker offer her a choice: play their game or they'll expose what they've uncovered about her to the world.

Tara, the daughter of a notorious crime boss, has always lived in the shadow of her father's iron grip, navigating the treacherous world of organized crime while playing her part in the family empire. But as her father's control slips and his empire begins to crumble, Tara finds herself torn between the legacy she was born into and her growing desire for freedom. Sully, a battle-hardened enforcer who has long been loyal to the Duncan family, never expected his loyalty to falter—until Tara enters his life in ways that force him to question everything.

He hired me to capture his soul on canvas. I never expected to hand him my own. I’m Sienna Vale—an artist who reads people with a single brushstroke. My latest commission: Nico Moretti, Dallas’s reclusive “philanthropist.” One look at him and every color on my palette turns to danger. His mother wants a portrait. Nico wants me. The FBI wants dirt on his empire—using my studio as the perfect listening post. Now I’m trapped between the man who ruins me with a glance and the agents who can ruin us both. If I spy on Nico I could finally learn what really happened to my family. If ...

Knight Grayson isn't just one of New York's elite billionaires. He's the embodiment of Hades in a tailored suit and a beautiful devil waiting to destroy. He always gets what he wants, no matter the cost. Including me.

My father was once a powerful player in the Chicago underground, but six years ago, he left that life behind. We changed our names. Our identities. Our lives. The ghosts of the past never forgot him, though. They never forgot me. Dad promised me we were safe, but I should’ve known that was just another one of his lies. The past always finds you, and mine finds me on my wedding day when four brutal, dangerous men drag me from the altar in a hail of gunfire. Four men who used to be four boys. Four boys I cared about. Four boys I left behind.