Misha Horne

An angsty virgin who might be a little twisted.A moody manwhore who might be a little lonely.All they wanted was to use each other for one dirty, kinky night.Feelings were absolutely not part of the plan."It wasn't obsession, exactly. Except, it probably was."JOSHDamon Price is a brutally hot, ripply muscled, scarily confident, dimpled god. Without his hard body to stare at three times a week, I probably would have dropped out of college months ago. Too bad he doesn't know I exist. But, even if he did know, even if it was true that he screwed anything and everything that moved, an awkward virgin like me would still be at the bottom of his to-do list.Even if he knew the kind of filthy stuff I actually wanted.Even if he knew the last thing I need is any kind of relationship."I never meant to f*ck a virgin."DAMONI should have been out the door the second that word came out of his mouth. A virgin was not what I was looking for. Except, damn, he knew how to talk. Knew how to say things so off-the-grid dirty I hardly knew what to say back. And talk wasn't all he knew how to do. There's kinky, and then there's crazy, and then, apparently, there's Josh Holloway-- who's up for anything.And who I definitely should not still be thinking about.Because the last thing I need is any kind of relationship.NOT SO SMART is a 52,000 word enemies-to-(still-mostly-enemies-but-also-)lovers novel, featuring messed up college guys who are great at lying to themselves, wall to wall sex, naked guitar playing, inappropriate library behavior, inappropriate dressing room behavior, inappropriate tube sock behavior, bondage, spanking, little bit of shoplifting, and some very unwelcome romantic feelings.**NOT SO SMART is based on a previously published short story series (Smart Boy). It has been substantially re-edited and expanded by 30,000 words.

How do you love someone when you don't know what love is? I'm not sure what I was thinking when I let The Beast take me home with him. High on endorphins and out of options isn't the best time for decision making, but I work with what I have. And now I have a Daddy, I guess. Until I screw it up. Yeah, my old life was awful, but at least I knew how to handle it. I'm not used to being taken care of, and feeling good is not my comfort zone. Even when everything I want is right in front of me, I can still manage to be a total mess. Just what every guy wants. But Caleb doesn't get mad when I lash out and push him away— he gets gentle. And stern. And reminds me in no uncertain terms just who I belong to now. Says he's not going anywhere no matter what I do. The more I learn about him, the more I'd like to believe him, but I've got problems he can't begin to imagine. Ones a lot bigger than homework that keep popping up and ruining things. Ruining me. The smart thing to do is get my grades back on track and take off. My past is never going to leave me alone, and my future seems more confusing than ever now that I'm having these feelings. Turns out I like being cuddled and cared about and kept in line, no matter how much I try to fight it. Turns out I like Caleb. A lot. But, happy endings don't happen for guys like me. Do they? Comfort Me, Daddy is book two in The Brat & The Beast duet, an angsty, kinky, grumpy epic MM romance about an angry, stubborn, bratty jock who won't give an inch and a slightly stalker-ish gentle giant with infinite patience. The conclusion to Logan and Caleb's story features hurt/comfort, daddy kink, tantrums, spankings, caretaking, cozy moments, bad breaks, new beginnings, and all the feels. This is not a standalone. Book one, Hurt Me, Daddy must be read first.

Does the baddest boy in school need a tutor... or a Daddy? I've spent my whole life needing absolutely nothing and getting exactly that. Love? No. Security? Yeah, right. Parental supervision? As if. I take care of myself. After graduation, my football scholarship and I are out of here and we're never looking back. Unless I screw it up. Trying to study when I'm cold and hungry, that I'm used to. But throw in my mom's sketchy new boyfriend and his shady side hustle, and my home life's suddenly way more than just unbearable. Studying's barely on my radar and I'm in danger of losing my future before it starts. My one shot at turning things around is The Beast. Caleb Heath is the smartest guy in school. And the biggest. A giant, quiet bookworm with no friends, and okay, maybe that's partly my fault, but whatever. I hate him and he hates me, so why would he even offer to be my tutor? Turns out there's a reason. He doesn't just want to save my grades. He doesn't just want to save my season. He wants to save me. Wants to wrap me up in his giant arms and rescue me. He wants to spoil me. Punish me. Take care of me. He wants me to call him Daddy. Sure it's hot. Sure it's tempting to think anyone could ever really want me. But I'm way too old to believe in fairy tales. Aren't I? ---------- Hurt Me, Daddy is book one in The Brat & The Beast duet, an angsty, kinky, grumpy epic MM romance about an angry, stubborn, bratty jock who won't give an inch and a slightly stalky gentle giant with infinite patience. Get ready for steamy study sessions, unexpected attraction, hurt/comfort, daddy kink, spanking, fun sized candy bars, ugly gray sweaters, and all the feels. This book ends on a satisfying but exciting cliffhanger. The second and final installment, Comfort Me, Daddy, contains a happily ever after for Logan and Caleb.

Mistakes aren't supposed to feel this good... I learned early on that pretty much everything in life is a scam, and love's at the top of the list. Easy to fake, maximum payout, and people just never stop falling for it. Watching my mom break hearts and empty bank accounts as we bounced from house to house taught me just how dangerous feelings could be. That's a whole lot of hassle I don't need. These days, I stick to three basic rules. I don't take something just because I want it. I don't ask for help, even if I need it. And I never look twice at a guy who has a bigger bank account than I do. I know where those things can get you, and it's not anywhere I need to go. I'm perfectly happy never getting too close to anyone. Just scraping by with my guitar, chasing the rock star dream until my time or my sanity runs out. At least, I thought I was. Until Brett showed up. Another thing I don't do is think about the past. Ever. So, the last person I need to go breaking all my rules for is the cocky, spoiled brat who used to be my stepbrother. No matter how gorgeous he is now. No matter how filthy he is in bed. No matter how good it feels when he says all he wants in the world is me. Working Out the Kinks is a steamy, kinky, forbidden romance about a grumpy, broken rock star who refuses to fall in love and a lonely, relentless, spoiled brat looking for someone to belong to. This book features a lengthy one-sided obsession, angsty arguments about a messy past, major class differences, kink discovery and exploration, and lots of spanking.

When a reclusive musician avoiding the spotlight and Hollywood's favorite trainwreck get snowed in together, what could go wrong? Austin Ash is famous for trashing things. Hotel rooms, relationships... his career. After his latest public meltdown, he's desperate to reclaim the spotlight— and get it off his ex's embarrassing revenge album. Presenting at The Snowglobes and owning the legendary afterparty is the perfect plan... Until he parties a little too hard and wakes up trapped in the middle of nowhere with the one guy alive who's not charmed by his chaos. Marco Palmer is music royalty. And he's about to renounce his title. Music is his family's legacy and all he's ever known, but an award-winning role on a hit tv show changed everything. A secluded mountain cabin is the perfect place to make the most important decision of his life... Until he ends up with the world's most obnoxious, attention-seeking rock star throwing a tantrum in his guest room. Stuck together at the worst possible time, tensions get high, tempers get hot, and the tabloids see something that just isn't there. Right? Austin is definitely not interested in the old school know-it-all who torpedoed his splashy comeback. Even if Marco makes him feel safe for the first time in years and is tapping into some embarrassing secret desires. Marco is definitely not interested in the jaded, burnt out rock star who trashed his quiet weekend. Even if Austin is sweeter and smarter than he acts, and is clearly in need of a firm hand and the kind of attention fame can't provide. But the photo breaking the internet that's hot enough to melt all the snow outside? That says different. And that drunken kiss they're not talking about? That says different too. Snowed In with Benefits is a steamy, kinky, cozy, trapped together, opposites attract MM romance bursting with comfort food, attitude, spankings, and all the no plot, just naughty vibes goodness that Misha Horne books are known for. ;)

Trouble seems to follow Jesse Morgan. No matter how many times he tries to clean up his act, drinking and fighting and picking pockets are about the only things that make him feel good. All he wants when he boards a train heading for Nevada is a fresh start. He just needs a little change, a little adventure, a chance to shake off the dark cloud he seems to be stuck under. Will Kaplan isn't part of that plan. When the tall, handsome cowboy pulls him out of a jam five minutes after he steps off the train, Jesse's not sure if he's grateful or embarrassed. He's never met anyone like the quiet, no-nonsense stranger who offers him a temporary job and a place to stay. Will's stern with lots of strict rules-- and threats of childish consequences that surely must be a bluff. But he's patient and fair like no one's ever been with him, and he makes Jesse crave things he's never thought about. Makes him want to cause trouble just to see what might happen. Will makes him want to do all kinds of things that he definitely shouldn't be thinking about. Will Kaplan couldn't care less about people. Everyone he's ever loved is gone, and he's perfectly happy on his farm with his animals and just enough to get by-- alone. He only heads into town when he has to, and sure never expected to come back home with a mouthy stranger who seems dead set on driving him crazy. Will doesn't need a farmhand. He definitely doesn't need one who's stubborn and reckless and has an ugly temper. But something about the scowling, fiery outsider made him step in and save him from himself. Just because Jesse is good company when he isn't being irritating, and nice to look at even when he is, it doesn't mean Will is interested in having another person in his life for more than a week or two. Excitement and disruption are not things he's fond of. Just like he's not fond of this sullen city boy who seems determined to cause trouble, almost like he's begging for a firm hand... Looking for Trouble is historical western Daddy kink romance between a stern, reclusive cowboy and a rowdy, troublemaking stranger who don't realize they want the same things. It includes cozy forced proximity with lots of domestic scenes, a slow burn with epic tension and serious pining, a ten year age gap, spanking, first times, kink exploration, a woodshed, and an HEA.

Adulthood is not my favorite thing. It’s not like I haven’t been trying. I did college, I found a job, now I bought a house. I’ve been crossing things off that adulting to-do list like a pro. Surely one of them has to make me feel like a grown up. Eventually. My new hotter-than-anyone-deserves-to-be neighbor is definitely a grown up. A grown up with a square jaw and massive forearms, who takes homeownership very seriously. And okay, maybe I’m a little obsessed with him. Maybe I spend a little too much time imagining what it would be like if we just happened to have relevant interests. If he used those forearms for something besides yard work— like maybe teaching a lesson to someone whose living room is still filled with moving boxes and whose life is clearly out of control. Too bad if anyone on the planet is vanilla, it’s reliable, responsible Erik Jenko who washes his car every Sunday and offers to mow my lawn. A gorgeous distraction in work boots and faded t-shirts, but definitely not kinked in my direction. At least that’s what I thought until I got his mail… Hot Mess is a 90,000 word kinky romance about an Army brat in need of some discipline and a handyman with a soft spot for disasters. Get ready for spanking, role play, first time kink exploration, lacy lingerie, and stern but sweet domestic discipline. Steamy, kinky, and swoony, with a sprinkle of angst and a healthy dose of feels. PLEASE NOTE: Hot Mess began life as a novella titled Pretty Boy available exclusively to newsletter subscribers. That story has been extended by 50,000+ words.