Master Sergeant Cole Strong would never leave his former girlfriend, Sierra, in trouble. When a suspicious accident leaves her in the hospital thousands of miles away, he's on the first plane. But her amnesia and him pretending to be her fiancé is a disaster in the making. He knew she never wanted to see him again . . . but the Air Force pilot can't remember him. Or the way he tore her family apart to save her from a violent assault. When Sierra goes missing he faces the most deadly threat of all to bring her home.

My name is Grace Degas Black. Years ago, I made a splash during a charity fashion show where an agent discovered me. My work led to the glitzy world of haute couture, perfume ads, and more. I was living my best life, traveling the world, and the only thing that would have made it better was if my twin had come along for the ride. My other half. My best friend. Then one day, she disappeared.

Overnight, my casual hookup turns into a psycho who leaves me battered and bruised. With no money, my nightmare gets worse when he burns my home and everything I own to the ground. So, I do what any scared, self-respecting Omega does, and run. Hiding in a new city with a fresh approach to staying alive, I keep my head down until I get caught in a crossfire. When I choose to play Good Samaritan to one man over the other, I stumble into their world.

The day I started seeing ghosts, my life went to shit. Too bad the Fates don't hand out gift receipts because, respectfully, I'd like a refund. Unfortunately, those meddlesome hags aren't even close to being done with me. A powerful, destructive creature is on the prowl and threatens the existence of the universe. The only way to stop the creature is with equal destructive power. That's where I come in. Not that I have any kind of destructive power of my own. That would have been way too cool. Instead, I've been tasked with acting as a supernatural dog walker for an equally powerful creature.

After the stunt my ex pulled, no one would blame me if I swore off men forever, especially one like Mr Jay Anderson, Hollywood’s sexiest heartthrob. Maybe undressing me with his striking blue eyes as I perform the safety demonstration on a flight to LA is normal behaviour for him. Maybe not. But I know one thing for sure, he should come with a warning label. Because once you meet a man like Jay Anderson, there is no going back.

Come Back to Me is a complete standalone romantic suspense featuring a grumpy veteran hero and a sunshine quirky musician heroine with plenty of groveling!

For three years, Laryn Hardy has been a Night Stalker mechanic. Tirelessly working on their choppers, keeping the pilots safe with her skills…and falling ever deeper in love with Tate Davis. But the hotshot airman sees her as nothing more than a sparring partner, and it’s too painful to be overlooked by the man she’s wanted forever, which is why she’s been exploring contract options elsewhere. But when one interested party gets a little too pushy, she decides to lay off the job search. Just in time, too—because out of nowhere, Tate suddenly seems to have realized she exists.

I don't fall for women. Women fall for me. I'm Lake Decker, best running back in the league. Former. After a debilitating injury forced me to step back from my budding career, the last thing I thought I'd be doing was drooling at the feet of my stale-looking therapist. But her saucy attitude, strict professionalism, and the occasional shiner have my curiosities piqued.

But sometimes the heart has a mind of its own. It falls without warning. The last thing I want to do is fall for the angry cowboy. Blair Andrews has spent the better part of her adulthood playing trophy wife to her politician husband in San Francisco. All she knows is her pampered, polished, perfect life. Until it all comes crashing down around her. After hiding out in her sister’s spare bedroom for months to avoid pitying looks on the streets, she decides it’s time to escape city life and learn to stand on her own.

I've always been a tough North Shore girl. Fighting is in my blood, survival in my DNA. But two years ago, Caden King broke me, and he has proof of it. Now he wants to blackmail me into doing a job for him. The kind that puts my chance of escaping the North Shore at risk. The kind that means betraying my own crew.

As a college English professor, Elizabeth looks forward to the start of each new semester teaching her creative writing seminar. At least until she reads chapter one of The Reckoning, a tale about a high school senior who has an affair with her teacher. To anyone else it would be the beginning of a great page-turner, but to Elizabeth it is the beginning of the end. She knows this story. It’s all familiar because she lived it. The girl in the story was her best friend Jocelyn, and Elizabeth knows exactly how the story will end—with the professor dead. Because she was the one who killed him.

The Lost Apothecary meets Gothikana in this Victorian gothic romance of posion, passion, and dark secrets following a botanist who likes to poison unsavory men, but when her next target visits her apothecary, they discover their dark bond runs deeper than they imagined.

Ruthless, arrogant, and cold-hearted are some of the words I would use to describe my a**hole of a boss, Damon Everette. That doesn't stop the goosebumps from rising along my neck every time he says my name or the way my pulse races when his stormy gray eyes pierce mine. So, when he coerces me into a fake marriage to uphold his family's tradition, I can't resist pushing his buttons. He's a walking red flag, and I should run the second this arrangement ends. But the very thought of losing him is suffocating—a dangerous addiction that I can't seem to break.

Myles St. James is tearing my world apart. Wish I’d known that before I slept with him. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. Like I knew anything about those. But I needed to blow off steam. My ex had just gotten engaged. My dry spell was nearing six months. And my booming wedding planning business—the one I started with my bestie—was about to lose its favorite venue to some bulldozer-happy developer from New York.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.