Brill Harper

The day I find the word, “Die ” carved into my dorm mattress, I’m pretty sure I’m not ready for the whole college experience and think I should just pack up and go home. It’s not like I’m having the time of my life anyway—I’m your basic late bloomer. A socially awkward freshman who’s never even been kissed.My best friend from back home has other ideas, though, and somehow convinces her older brother and his friend to take me on as a third roommate in their house near campus. Her very hot brother and his equally gorgeous best friend. It’s basically chiseled bodies, piercing eyes, strong hands, and testosterone twenty-four-seven at my house. They’re the kind of guys a nerdy girl like me could never even dream about. Though, that doesn’t stop me from my lurid fantasies.But the day Shane finds my secret notebook, the one where I outline my plan to lose my flower using the scientific method, he offers me another proposition: He and Fletch will tutor me until I’m ready to take what I learn from our lessons out of the house and into the wild. Now I’ve got two virile men giving me a very adult education, and the one thing I’ve always been good at is being a star pupil. The best part is I don’t have to choose—I get them both and can literally do anything I want to them.Except keep them.

Fronting a rock band was always the dream. But no one ever tells you that years of partying, groupies, and never sleeping in your own bed gets...boring. And then I see her. She stands by the exit, pale hands clutching her metaphorical pearls as she takes in the backstage scene with wide, frightened eyes. So out of place in her modest dress and cardigan, a rose trembling in a sea of thorns. A single point of stillness in a mad, mad world. She looks like she's ready to teach a Sunday school class. A pure temptation to a rocker who's done and seen it all. A new kind of debauchery. A new low. Until she tells me no. She's not interested in rockin through the night. She wants to get to know me instead. Like I have a heart or something. Like I'd ever show anyone if I did. Author Will the inexperienced, curvy preschool teacher rock the jaded rockstar's world? Or will he roll over her heart and leave her heartbroken on Valentine's Day? (Like I would let that happen, please.)

I thought bad boy heroes only existed in romance novels...until Max Duke rode back into town and swept me off my feet.I was just a little girl with a crush when the notorious Max Duke and his brothers were run out of town for being too wild. When he roars back into Tempest astride his Harley, our corrupt mayor and his cronies tremble in their boots. All the women tremble too ... but not with fear. Max is the ultimate tempting bad boy come to save our town, and he can have his pick of eager companions.But this filthy talking older man only has eyes for me. Just like my favorite book heroes, he claims me as his woman and promises to fill me with his babies and make all my dreams come true. Me--the curvy town bookworm who slings hash and pours coffee at the corner diner and still carries her V-Card.But I can't ignore the warning bells going off in my head. Max is an infamous rebel with a questionable past. Can I trust him? Or am I setting myself up for heartbreak?Author This small town steamy age gap romance is all about wish fulfillment. She's been holding out for a hero and Max is a fantasy come to life. Plus it's basically all spicy love scenes threaded together loosely with a plot. Because I like it like that.

An MMF Romance. The day I find the words, “Die Bitch” carved into my dorm mattress, I’m pretty sure I’m not ready for the whole college experience and think I should just pack up and go home. It’s not like I’m having the time of my life anyway—I’m your basic late bloomer. A socially awkward freshman who’s never even been kissed.My best friend from back home has other ideas, though, and somehow convinces her older brother and his friend to take me on as a third roommate in their house near campus. Her very hot brother and his equally gorgeous best friend. It’s basically chiseled bodies, piercing eyes, strong hands, and testosterone twenty-four-seven at my house. They’re the kind of guys a nerdy girl like me could never even dream about. Though, that doesn’t stop me from my lurid fantasies.But the day Shane finds my secret notebook, the one where I outline my plan to lose my virginity using the scientific method, he offers me another proposition: He and Fletch will tutor me until I’m ready to take what I learn from our lessons out of the house and into the wild.Now I’ve got two virile men giving me a very adult education, and the one thing I’ve always been good at is being a star pupil. The best part is I don’t have to choose—I get them both and can literally do anything I want to them.Except keep them.Author Confession: This is a little different from my other stories—but it still features the ever-awkward heroine and hunky alphamallows you’ve come to expect from me. It’s a serial, not a series, so you’ll want to read the episodes in order. It’s just as filthy-sweet as everything else I write, I promise. These three have been living in my head for over a year trying to get me to tell their story. Penelope has a lot to learn—but don’t worry—she’s got two amazing teachers to help her every step of the way. (The serial starts off MFM, but don’t despair, MMF lovers, it’s a slow burn but we are totally going there.)

Her summer of raw emotion and unbridled passion... Bliss Camden didn’t know what she was signing up for when the employment agency sent her to the Wylder Colt Ranch as a live-in housekeeper for best friends and ranch owners, Levi Colt and Wylder Madison. The two rough, ready, and wild cowboys make her feel things she’s never felt before...things she shouldn’t feel about her employers. Wicked things. Things they want to teach her all about. It’s wrong. It’s primal. It’s delicious. She’s not experienced enough to deal with one dominating cowboy, much less two. Besides, they’d never look twice at a frumpy wallflower like her...would they? Author Confession: I see you, reader. I know what you want. Alphamallow heroes and awkward, nerdy heroines. It’s a ranch, so there might be roping, riding, and wrangling. Ahem. And the swords. They touch.

An MMF Romance. This needs to stop.She’s my little sister’s best friend and my roommate and I are corrupting her. Corrupting ourselves.But I can’t really have a relationship with her. Not when I’m sharing her with my best friend. She stirs a raw need inside me that I’ve never felt before. The need to claim her. Mark her. Make her mine.It’s wrong, but I can’t let her go. Not now. Maybe not ever.And I want him to have her too.Author Confession: This series is a little different from my other stories—but it still features the ever-awkward heroine and hunky alphamallows you’ve come to expect from me. It’s a serial, not a series, so you’ll want to read the episodes in order. It’s just as filthy-sweet as everything else I write, I promise. These three have been living in my head for over a year trying to get me to tell their story. Penelope has a lot to learn—but don’t worry—she’s got two amazing teachers to help her every step of the way. (The serial starts off MFM, but don’t you worry, MMF lovers, it’s a slow burn but we are totally going there.)

An MMF Romance. Busted.Things were already pretty complicated at the house with my best friend and the girl we sort of just…share. It wasn’t meant to last. To be real. I mean how can it be? There’s three of us.But now that we’ve been caught by his family and everything is falling apart, I wonder if I have what it takes to put it back together. I’m not a relationship guy. I’m not someone who ever wanted to be with just one person for the rest of his life. And I’m still not.I think I want to be with two people for the rest of my life.I know I should be a better man and back off and let Penelope and Fletcher ride off into the sunset together. But that girl has carved out a special place inside the heart I didn’t think I had. And my best friend?Let’s just say the friendly fire is getting friendlier.Author confession: Well, the FYFF is strong in this one, my friends. (Urban dictionary is your friend and so is Auntie Brill.) You’re going to love this ending. The alphamallow quotient is high. The epilogue is so wrong it’s right. There’s just something about these three characters…

An MMF Romance. When I moved in with my best friend’s hot older brother and his equally gorgeous best friend to get away from a dangerous dorm situation a few weeks ago, I didn’t know how much Fletch and Shane were going to change my life. They’re both smart and funny and so protective of me and don’t seem to mind that I’m kind of an awkward wallflower. In fact, they even offered to give me lessons in love to help me get over my shyness.Together. All three of us. I’ve got two virile men giving me a very adult education, and the one thing I’ve always been good at is being a star pupil. The best part is I don’t have to choose—I get them both and can literally do anything I want to them.Except keep them.And the closer we get, the more things we do together, all three of us, the more I want. But the more I want it, the more likely I am to lose.Author Confession: Trois is a little different from my other stories—but it still features the ever-awkward heroine and hunky alphamallows you’ve come to expect from me. It’s a serial, not a series, so you’ll want to read the episodes in order. It’s just as filthy-sweet as everything else I write, I promise. These three have been living in my head for over a year trying to get me to tell their story. Penelope has a lot to learn—but don’t worry—she’s got two amazing teachers to help her every step of the way. (The serial starts off MFM, but don’t you worry, MMF lovers, it’s a slow burn but we are totally going there.)

A demon, an angel, and an ex-boyfriend walk into a bar... The Halloween party at the bar promises to be a lot of fun, especially when the hot as sin man in the devil costume catches this curvy angel's eye. When he rescues me from humiliation at the hands of my ex and his new fiancee, I'm ready to bend my halo and take the gorgeous demon home. Flash forward to Monday morning when I meet my brand new boss and realize he's my wicked Halloween one night stand. When I ask the billionaire CEO why he's still wearing his costume, he magics me out of the office to his demon lair for some serious questioning. Apparently, the horns, forked tongue, and glowing eyes are real. Human can only see them on Halloween. But I can still set them. Which means, according to him, I'm his fated mate. He thinks I'm supposed to have his babies and break his curse. I don't believe in demons or fated mates, but he's too tempting to resist. And he wants to start on those babies immediately. Author Confession: This demon is well endowed with a generous...um... spirit and offers a tasty alternative to the heroine's usual drink of choice. Happy Halloween.

Has the girl next door tamed him, or is she just another notch on his bedpost?I love women. I worship women. But I’m gone before breakfast and everyone knows that ahead of time. The sweet girl-next-door blogger says I’m exactly the kind of guy she cautions her readers and podcast listeners away from. I say she’s right. I’m down and dirty, big and bad, and everything about my reputation with women is true. I don’t have exes, but I leave plenty of ohs.She says I’ll never get her into my bed.I say she won’t regret it when I’m there. I don’t have a heart, so I’m in no danger of losing it to her, right?Author confession: If you like opposites attract, hot enemies to lovers romance, and watching the big Alphamallows fall head over heels in love with a quirky heroine, step right up. Oh, and there’s a big, dopey dog. (Not the hero!)

Nerdy Penelope has never even been kissed. But that was before her hot college roommates offer to be her study buddies...in the bedroom. It’s basically chiseled bodies, piercing eyes, strong hands, and testosterone twenty-four-seven at her house. Now she’s got two virile men giving her a very adult education, and the one thing she’s always been good at is being a star pupil. The best part is she doesn’t have to choose—she gets them both and can literally do anything she wants to them. Except keep them. Author Confession: You know and I know that I will only ever deliver you an HEA, so sit back and enjoy the sweet, filthy love story of a nerdy heroine and two hunky alphamallows. Let me know which one steals your heart more. I bet you can’t choose either.

Four years ago, my buddy’s dying words to me were to watch out for his little sister. I did what he asked from afar, and when she graduated and got a job teaching kindergarten, I asked her to “housesit” for me since I’m hardly ever home when I’m working on the oil rig. But now I’m injured and have to recuperate at home, and my extra-curvy housesitter is anything but safe from me. She’s the homebody type. She’ll make some man an excellent wife someday, be a good mother. She likes taking care of people. It would be wrong AF to take her the way I want to, but it would feel so right. When she comes to me for advice about how to get a boyfriend and how to keep him, I’m done playing her silent guardian. I’ll teach her everything she needs to know about pleasing a man—me. She says all she’s ever really wanted to do was be a mama. And now I can’t stop thinking of putting my baby in her belly. Author’s Confession: This story is trope soup and I loved every minute of writing it. Don’t believe me? Older man/ younger woman. First time. Roommates. Older brother’s best friend. BBW heroine. Alpha real man hero. Guardian/Ward. Breeding romance. Insta-lust. Heck, if I’d have given one of them amnesia, we’d have a serious drinking game!