Octavia Jensen

A lawyer and a paralegal get trapped in an elevator — it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but it’s not a joke. It’s my life. It’s been hours with no sign of rescue, and the only thing I know for sure is that if I don’t manage to either get out of here or under him soon, I’m going to go insane. ****This includes an intense breeding kink, some toxic behavior, and the pet name kitten. If that’s not your thing, this won’t be for you.

We spent 11 hours trapped in that elevator. Now that we're safe, he wants to know how compatible we really are ... and if I can be as good for him as I claim. Failure isn't an option. I need him, need this too much. And I've got 11 chances to prove it.

Harrison Stag is finally mine. After ten years, a fiasco in an elevator, and more mind-blowing sex than I could handle, it's time to settle in. Is it really possible to have it all?

Trapped in a failing, sexless marriage, I sought the help of a highly-recommended therapist in hopes he'd help me find my spark again. It was the perfect plan until I actually set foot in his office. Dr. Ethan Stag was sinfully hot, everything I'd ever wanted, and grooming me to be his good girl whether I knew it or not. He wasn't saving my marriage at all. He was saving me.

I was just a dancer trying to put herself through her final semester of college. I didn't ask for my ethics professor to be hotter than hell, or for him to be the same guy who'd paid for a private dance two weeks before the start of classes. Fate really was a bitch sometimes.

I'd lived over half my life as the frontman for Stagnant Sky. Nothing ever mattered to me but music and booze, and I was fine with that. Chloe Torres shouldn't have been my undoing --- she was my bandmate's girlfriend and a raging pain in my ass, and yet... I found myself changing for her whether I wanted to admit it or not. I was in deep. I just didn't know what to do about it.

If someone told me the woman I was about to hook up with was actually my new assistant, I might’ve held back — wild hair, gorgeous curves, and eyes like the moon be damned. But no one told me. There were no flashing signs, no neon lights. Just a bottle of scotch and a body I wanted to bury myself in. So I did. Her working for me made things easier at first. I convinced myself that I could keep her around and not blur the line between business and pleasure. I was the heir to a multi-million dollar agency, after all. I had everything I wanted: five brothers, more money than I knew what to do with, and the freedom to travel the world in search of beauty. So what did I care about the beauty right in front of me? As it turns out, I cared a lot, and the “Yes, Sirs” dripping freely from her lips were unraveling me. She was mine, convention be damned… and I was going to take her.

All I wanted to do was go to a haunted house and celebrate my favorite time of year. With my best friend living across the country from me, Tinder seemed like my best bet to find a date --- but I got more than I bargained for when I matched with Eris Shaw. He's devilishly hot with an appetite for the hunt. He likes the chase, he loves the catch, but he needs what happens after.There's only one he doesn't do one-night stands and I don't do relationships, so where does that leave us? With me running and him on my heels, that's where.I just might let him catch me.

I quit my job and skipped town altogether when I found out my infuriating ex had become my new boss. I didn’t tell anyone, didn’t pack my things, didn’t have a plan. Was it the smartest thing I’d ever done? No. But I managed. I settled in a bigger city and landed myself a cushy gig caring for Charlie Bishop — a sweet little old man searching for companionship and someone to look out for him. Bills paid, a roof over my head, and a derpy dog to amuse me? Sign. Me. Up. There was only one problem. Charlie’s devastatingly handsome and ridiculously grumpy son lived there too, and he was determined to make my life a living hell. Bring it on, big guy. I could do this all day. ****This includes a BDSM relationship and a whole lot of praise.

Note to self: Don’t fall for the incarcerated felon.Don’t message him when your best friend feeds you enough wine to make it sound like a good idea, don’t take the bait when he teases you because you’re older, don’t answer his phone calls and swoon when you hear how charming he is.Don’t get excited about the fact that he’s crazy possessive, absolutely obsessed, and has a jealous streak bright enough to light up the night sky.You definitely aren’t allowed to agree to be his fake wife when he starts fantasizing about your futures, and for the love of everything, do not answer your door when he finally quits calling unless you know exactly who it is.Just don’t do it.It’s as easy as that, right? Too bad I’ve never been a good listener.

Come out to the bar, they said.It'll be fun, they said.But waking up in a stranger's apartment with nothing but a snarky note to guide me isn't actually all that fun.It is enough to make me curious though, and enough to make me want to go back.When I find out that the tall, rugged, tattooed, grumpy bar owner not only took care of me when I got too drunk to go home but also let me crash at his place and cuddle his equally-grumpy dog, I know I need to make it happen again.And again.And maybe one more time, just to be safe.They say opposites attract, after all... and I'm definitely attracted.

Just when I thought Valentine's Day couldn't get any worse, I hit some asshat on a motorcycle with my car. He's rude, garish, and one of those guys who knows exactly how hot he is. But he's also vindictive, proven when he sues me for damages even after my insurance pays for his fancy new bike and covers his medical bills. The balls on this guy, I swear. His audacity reaches new heights when my best friend stumbles across a viral post on social media. Jagger Saint Diaz, in all of his idiotic glory, snatched a microphone from a newscaster and announced on live TV that he thinks we should have a little hate sex.My inbox floods with people telling me he's looking for me. I try to tell him no, to get him to back off, but he's just as persistent now as he was in court. And you know what? Maybe I deserve to get something out of this, too. What else could he possibly do to me that he hasn't already done?It's a perfect plan.What could possibly go wrong?

A Steamy Holiday Novella ‘Tis the Season to be Naughty When my best friend hired me as a Christmas elf at her adult toy store, I didn’t expect to come in contact with the hottest Santa this side of the equator. I also didn’t expect him to have an accent that made my knees weak or a gaze that made me want to bend over, but he did. Kent Baker was everything I’d never wanted, and yet, one touch from him had me questioning my commitment issues and wondering if he felt the same. Would I find myself in a relationship for Christmas, or end up just another notch on Santa’s bedpost?

When my best friend gets a scholarship to play football across the country, following him seems like a great idea — until we move onto a cul-de-sac full of the nosiest assholes I’ve ever met, anyway. I love my friends, but they seem convinced Nate and I are too close. So close that we have to be in love with each other. In an attempt to prove them wrong, we agree to go on ten dates together before Christmas. Ten real dates including all of the things that real couples do. But what we’re not expecting is what happens when we break down the only walls we’ve ever had between us, or the ways it will change us. We’re either going to come out of this in love and happier than we’ve ever been… or it’ll ruin the best friendship either of us have ever known. No pressure, right?

I’d gone to Domingo, California with one goal in mind: kick my ex-girlfriend and my ex-best friend out of my favorite vacation home so I could fix it up and sell it. It was high time I stopped being a disaster and started cleaning up the messes from my past, and that seemed like a good place to start — but fate had a funny way of throwing me curveballs that I didn’t know what to do with. Like Mia, for example. Fiery, brilliant, strong … she was everything I wasn’t, and everything I’d always wanted. I fell for her so hard and so fast it should’ve been embarrassing, especially since she was immune to my charms — she turned me down so many times that she probably could’ve made a career out of it. Luckily for me, I had nothing but time while the renovations took place and a track record that proved I never knew when to quit. She had to say yes eventually.