Roxie Noir

Some fairy tales start after midnight. The crown prince and I have nothing in common. He's a rugged, battle-hardened soldier who spent four years in the Royal Guard, an elite military unit. I met the King and Queen for the first time wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. He's the serious, quiet, straight-laced heir to the throne, and I accidentally got drunk at a formal dinner. But there's the way he looks at me, eyes blazing with hunger. Like he knows every dirty thought I've had about him - and he likes them. There's the way my pulse skyrockets every time his hand brushes mine. I'm the ambassador's daughter. I know better than to mess around with a foreign head of state. But I don't know how long I can resist. Not all princes are charming. I spent years in the Royal Guard, our most elite military unit, fighting like hell so I could rule one day - not so I could give my father an heir with some well-bred rich girl. I have a f*cking country to run. My love life can take a back seat. It's not like I've ever met a girl I had to have. Until her. The ambassador's daughter. She's so... American. Lowborn, brash, wildly unsuitable... and gorgeous. I'm disciplined, tough as hell, and I don't f*ck around. But I can't stop thinking about the way she laughs, about how she might taste. My father's threatening to strip me of my title if I touch her, but she makes me want to break every one of my own rules. F*ck titles. F*ck rules. F*ck my father's threats. I want her. I need her. She's mine.

Teach me everything . My whole life, I’ve been a good girl. I follow rules like nobody’s business. I obey guidelines like I was born to it. Show me a line, and I’ll toe it. I’m even a twenty-two-year-old virgin. Good is my middle name. And then, I break one tiny little rule. Miniscule. Inconsequential. Next thing I know, I’m trapped with an incredibly handsome stranger. He’s got eyes like cut emeralds, biceps that makes my head spin, and a smile that has me rethinking all my life choices. We escape a bar bathroom together. We go on an impromptu date. We share the hottest kiss I’ve ever had, one that leaves me panting for more. We promise to see each other again. Turns out, we see each other the next morning. In my calculus class. Which he’s teaching. My handsome, sexy date is Professor Loveless, and we’ll be seeing each other plenty. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday all semester. There’s no choice but to call it off. We both have too much at I could lose my scholarship, and he could lose his entire career. But I can’t call off the way I feel. I can’t call off the way he looks when he rolls up his sleeves and explains imaginary numbers. I can’t call off the heated glances, or the way our hands touch when I hand in my homework, or the memory of his body pressing against mine that night. I’m a virgin. He’s my professor. If we give in, it could cost us both everything. But I’m so tired of being a good girl. The Hookup Equation is the fourth book in the Loveless Brothers series, and can be read as a total standalone. It's for fans of high-heat, low-angst romantic comedies and anyone who's ever been hot for teacher. This one's got tons of forbidden steam, a high-stakes secret relationship, sibling banter, a heroine who really enjoys her first time, and a college setting that will make you feel like you're back on campus. There's an HEA, of course. (And yes, it bangs.)

We used to be best friends. Now we’re snowed in together. There are probably worse things than being stuck in a remote cabin with the rugged-yet-grumpy forest ranger who saved my life in a blizzard. Bear maulings, for example, though I might prefer that to eating breakfast with Gideon Bell, the guy who nearly ruined my life when we were kids. It was twenty years ago. We haven’t spoken since. Our families still hate each other, and our lives are completely different. I’m not sure we’ve got anything in common besides childhood memories. But when it’s just the two of us for a couple of weeks, none of that really matters. What matters is the way Gideon grumbles, but makes my tea exactly the way I like it. What matters is how he always gives me the spot on the couch closest to the fireplace. What matters is how he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention. And those childhood memories? He’s in all my favorites. Up here, in the cabin, it’s easy to look past all that because it feels so good to kiss him. It’s easy to spend a wild night in front of the fireplace and wake up still wrapped together. But back in the real world, where everything that drove us apart is still alive and kicking? It’s a lot harder. Can Gideon and I fix what broke twenty years ago, or does what happens in the cabin have to stay in the cabin?

Fake dating my sworn enemy to make my ex so jealous he can't see straight? Worth it. Silas and I agree on one thing, and one thing only: my ruthless, heartless, narcissistic jerk of an ex-fiance needs to be taken down a notch. So we do what anyone would do: we pretend to be a couple. Even though Silas and I are polar opposites. Silas is a loud, cheerful, over the top showboat. He’s his hometown’s golden boy, the Marine who came back to rescue kittens from trees and walk old ladies across the street. And me? I'm the awkward new girl who freezes up around strangers and can’t make small talk to save my life. It shouldn’t work. We can barely have a conversation without arguing. There's no way we should be friends, let alone dating, except... Everyone believes it. Especially my ex. Now I'm having way too many real fantasies about the man who gets on my last nerve. My fake boyfriend is starting to feel a whole lot like a real one. The kisses feel real. The way he protects me feels real. The night we spend together in a hotel bed feels very real. This was supposed to be fake, but I think I might have fooled myself most of all.

(Alternate Cover Edition of ASIN B07RWDH7XK.) I don’t love him. I don’t even like him. I just want him. Eli Loveless was my nemesis from the first day of kindergarten until we graduated high school. Everything I did, he had to do better - and vice versa. The day he left town was the best day of my life. Ten years later, the day he came back was the worst. Now he’s my co-worker. Grown-up Eli Loveless is sexy as sin. He’s hotter than asphalt in the summer. The irritating kid I once knew is gone, and he’s been replaced by a man with green eyes, perfect abs, and a cocky smile. It’s bad that I want him. It’s worse that he wants me back. There are looks. There are smirks. There are smiles that make my panties burst into flame. And then there’s a shared kiss that leads to the hottest night of my life. This is no office romance. This is a five-alarm fire. What’s a girl to do when the man I can’t stand is the one I can’t stop lusting after? Enter into a friends-with-benefits agreement, of course. No dates. No relationship. Just blisteringly hot sex, because if there’s one person I could never fall for, it’s Eli.... right? Enemies with Benefits is the first book in the Loveless Brothers series, and can be read as a total standalone. It's for fans of high-heat, low-angst romantic comedies and anyone who enjoys a rivals-to-lovers story. This book also has tons of sibling banter, a workplace romance that smolders, and a small town with tons of charm and quirk. It's steamy, hilarious, and of course it's got a guaranteed HEA. (And yes, it bangs.)

She's the one night stand I never forgot. And now her dad is about to marry my mom. It has to be some kind of cosmic joke, right? For once, I feel like I’ve got my life together—good job, great friends, a fresh start in a new place. I’ve been on my best behavior for ages. At last, everything’s coming up Javier. Until the moment I walk into my stepdad’s house and meet his daughter. I should say: I meet her again. Madeline and I have already met. It was one night, two years ago. A quick, casual hookup that had no right to be as mind-blowing as it was. I haven’t stopped thinking about it–or her–ever since. But our parents are getting married, so under no circumstances should we sleep together again. Or… again. Or one more time after that, just to get it out of our systems. Madeline’s funny, fiery, and so gorgeous with her pink hair and nerdy tattoos that I can barely look at her without breaking into a sweat. But she has too much going on to be interested in commitment, and God knows I’m a bad boyfriend candidate. Once the wedding’s over, we’ll be normal stepsiblings who don’t have sex with each other, and Thanksgiving won’t be awkward at all. Right?

Sadie Bell is polite, modest, and well-behaved. She sends thank-you cards promptly and teaches middle school math, two things that might make her eligible for sainthood. Sadie knows better than to send nudes, ever , and she's certainly not the kind of girl who'd have a secret fling with an anonymous stranger online--no matter how hot it might be. Which makes all the dirty texting and super x-rated video chats with Max--not his real name--extra-scandalous. James Farrow is a perfect gentleman. He helps children and elders cross the street, and he brings his neighbor's groceries in from the car. He teaches middle school English, loves a good sweater vest, and has a huge crush on the cute new math teacher. He's not the kind of guy who'd ever have a secret fling with an anonymous stranger online--which makes the nights he spends telling Lola (not her real name) all the filthy things he wants to do with her really out of character. But it's not like they'll ever meet in person. Right? Textual Relations is a very short story--about fifty pages--that's also very, very steamy. If you like dirty talk via text message and epistolary spice, this book is for you. It's loosely related to the Wildwood Society series but is a complete standalone.

I spent ten years forgetting Wilder Flint, and it took every minute.I should have known better than to fall for his shallow charms and deep blue eyes, but I was good at calculus and bad at understanding people.He shredded my heart to pieces, but I moved away, grew up, and got over him. At least, I thought I did.Of course he shows up again in my new life. He’s got the same eyes, the same cocky grin, and a brand-new swagger that makes me weak in the knees.I’ve got a summer research project in the Arctic and three canceled flights. Wilder’s got a plane.But when we crash deep in the middle of nowhere, all we’ve got is each other.I've spent ten years hating Wilder for what he did to me back then.I don't know if I can forgive him. I don't know how to forgive him.But that doesn’t mean I can resist him.After all, love and hate aren’t so different.The Savage Wild is a high-heat standalone romance. It's for fans of survival romance, enemies who become lovers, heroes who grovel, and anyone who likes a little pining. The hero is a rugged, outdoorsy bush pilot who's former military, and the heroine is the dorky scientist who has no choice but to trust him even though he broke her heart. It's a steamy, sweet story, and of course there's an HEA!

I lost her once. I can't lose her again. I fight wildfires. It’s dirty, sweaty, and dangerous, but there’s nothing else like it. There’s no adrenaline boost like a hundred-foot wall of flame. There’s no victory better than saving a town. Particularly when the town you save is your ex-girlfriend’s. Clementine’s that ex. The one I haven’t seen in eight years. The one I thought I was going to marry. We were over a long time ago, and there was a good reason why. There were a hundred good reasons, and I know every single one by heart. Or at least, I thought I did. The more time I spend with Clementine, the harder they are to recall. She’s still hotter than any fire I’ve ever fought. Still the same feisty, whip-smart, headstrong girl I fell for. When we’re together, it feels like eight years may as well have been eight minutes. I already know how this story ends: we go down in flames. Crash and burn. But I’ve never loved anyone like I loved Clementine. Not even close. Maybe some fires are worth rekindling. Torch is a steamy standalone romance!

She’s mine. She just doesn't know it yet. My boss swore kidnapping the accountant’s daughter would be quick and easy. Just find the girl at the wedding, stuff her into a car and let someone else drive her off. My last dirty job before I get promoted. I wasn’t supposed to dance with her all night. I wasn’t supposed to kiss her, hook up with her outside the wedding, or beat up the getaway driver up when I found him in the parking lot, totally f*cking wasted. And I absolutely wasn’t supposed to drive her to the safe house myself, but here I f*cking am. Stuck in the desert with this gorgeous firecracker who’s stubborn as a mule, beautiful as hell, and determined not to give in to me for even one second. I can handle her just fine. Hell, I’m street muscle for the biggest drug cartel in North America. But the only thing more dangerous than doing my job? Not doing my job. And when the order comes down and I have to choose between her and the cartel who’s been my whole life... ...I might have to rethink some career choices.

Save a horse. Ride a cowboy. Bull riding is dangerous as hell, but that’s half the fun. Guts, glory, and cute country girls lined up for days. It may only take eight seconds to win, but I can go all night. Yeah, I’ve broken almost every bone in my body at some point, but I’ve been the World Rodeo Champion two years running. Nothing’s gonna keep me from making it three. Not even Mae Guthrie, a spitfire who’s as hot as a Texas wildfire and one hell of a distraction - and who acts like she doesn’t remember me at all. ...I’ll just have to remind her that we’ve been acquainted. I bet she’ll remember once she’s screaming my name. Jackson Cody nearly ruined my life. I was dumb, drunk, and eighteen. He was a rodeo star with a smile that could melt steel, and I was this close to giving him everything. Thank god for that close call with the cops. I learned my lesson, grew up, and moved on. Now I’ve got my first huge assignment as a photographer, and if I play it right, this rodeo shoot could make my whole career. There’s just one problem, and it’s got spurs, boots, and hazel eyes. He’s grown up too - Lord has he grown up - and he’s only gotten hotter, cockier, and more dangerously alluring since the last time I saw him. But now I’m older, wiser, and not interested in a fling with a cowboy… ...right? It’s only a couple of days. How hard can he be to resist? Ride is a 90,000 word standalone romance, and it’s got a happily-ever-after ending and explicit scenes that’ll make you need to turn the AC up.