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RaphaelWe met once two years ago - a few awful moments I’d rather forget - but he’s lived in my head ever since. Lee Jaehyun. K-pop idol and star of every filthy fantasy I have these days.I should be thinking about the fact we just won our first Grammy, I should be focussing on our next album. I should be planning my wedding. But I’m not; I’m thinking about him. About what his mouth might taste like and what that body might look like under those carefully curated clothes. About how he might feel in my arms and what my name might sound like from his mouth when he’s turned on.I’m not sure what this is; the near obsession I have with this guy, but it’s burrowed itself deep and refuses to give an inch. I’ll go insane if I can’t have him just once. Once to scratch the itch, douse the flames.Except, it turns out once isn’t enough, and it’s not dousing the flames it’s striking a match and I’m about to blow my entire life up.JaehyunRaphael Scott is going to break my heart.He’s an American rockstar, engaged to be married, and straight. He’ll get tired of whatever this is soon enough. Then he’ll go back to his beautiful actress girlfriend and I’ll be alone again. I’m fine with that.But it doesn’t mean I won’t take what he’s offering me right now. His shining American smile, his beautiful open heart, the desperate kisses he presses into my skin.No, Raphael Scott won’t break me, nothing can. I’ve fortified myself against this sort of thing. My body, my art; all of it is armour. This soft American boy has no hope on earth of breaking it.Hamartia is an opposites-attract, bisexual awakening, Rockstar x K-pop idol mm romance featuring sex, drugs, and rock and roll… and some K-pop. It features themes of a mature nature.

He’s my new roommate. The best friend I’ve loved forever. But now he’s a scorching-hot single dad and there’s only one bed.I am so screwed.You know the story about “that girl” in high school? Well, that was me, but I’d never let a lousy rumour rule my life. I took every word and rewrote the script. Abigail Ellison: all game, no shame.It’s kind of my brand.Will Kidd is an irresistible bartender with a rep of his own. He wants me. I want him. But I refuse to be a notch on his bedpost or let him be another on mine.When a baby wearing his dimples lands on Will’s doorstep the same day I come begging for a place to crash, Will finally gets serious—and his overprotective daddy vibe is seriously hot.Now we’re raising a baby in Will’s loft. It’s tense. We’re stressed. Will can’t keep sleeping on the sofa and I’m months into a never-ending man-drought, but we know one way to blow off steam…In no time at all, everything good in my world looks like all the things I never wanted. The man, the home, the business, the baby… But it’s impossible to believe any of it is mine to keep.After all, former bad girls and reformed playboys don’t get happily-ever-afters… Do they?

A bad boy with something to prove.A woman with a mission.The race of their lives.The love of a lifetime.I don’t think his parents expected him to live up to his name―Racer Tate―but once he felt the adrenaline rush behind the wheel, he was addicted.He's the fastest, fiercest driver around.Scouting new talent brings me to his doorstep…but his smile sends me to my knees.The sexy, mysterious Racer Tate is not the kind of man a girl like me falls for. He's secretive, reckless, elusive. But his proximity pushes me beyond reason, and his kiss....This is our last chance to win, and he is our only hope. I'm supposed to watch him―make sure he doesn't get into trouble. But it's an impossible task. And now the one in heart wrenching, toe-curling, soul-crushing trouble is me. Because when your heart belongs to someone, their truths become your own, and their secrets become your salvation...or your curse.He says he wants me. He says I'm the One. But he also thinks he'll break my heart, one piece at a time until it's gone.

Love left me of its to-do list. I date. I'm all for giving guys a chance. I've just never met the one. Until on a spring morning in the English countryside, a tall, dark stranger emerges from the mist. Logan Steele is all tousled hair, hard chest and lips so perfect I want to reach out and touch them just to check they're real. I'm sure that's a thunderclap of chemistry I feel between us. Did I mention he's an Earl with a self-made fortune? A billionaire who works tirelessly for charity? And he's so hot, watching him is like staring at the sun. But like I said, love isn't rooting for me. When I find out Logan Steele is out to destroy everything I've dedicated my life to protect, the chemistry disappears and the hope that had blossomed my chest turns to rage. It no longer matters that he quickens my pulse just saying my name, weakens my knees with a single touch and that he might just be the greatest kisser that ever lived. I might believe in love but Logan Steele is definitely not the one. A standalone romance. Other stand-alone books in this series. They can be read in any order. Book 1. King of Wall Street (Max and Harper) Book 2. Duke of Manhattan (Ryder & Scarlett) Book 3. The British Knight (Alexander & Violet) Book 4. The Earl of London (Logan & Darcy) Book 5. Park Avenue Prince (Sam & Grace)

From the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Things We Never Got Over "Your kids are great," he said, changing the subject. "Don't be sweet. I can't resist sweet," Gianna warned him. "Your kids are monsters, and I hate your face." Beckett Pierce is the most eligible bachelor in the nosiest small town in upstate New York. But after his last girlfriend handcuffed herself to his porch and set his welcome mat on fire, he's not looking for any more romance. Especially if it lands right in his own backyard. And has miles of red hair. Gianna Decker has her hands full--no, overflowing--with problems. With two kids, a useless ex, and a brand new yoga studio, the last thing on her mind is finding a man who'll demand more of her time. Fantasizing about her hot, broody landlord? Mistake. Lusting after the sexy mayor of her new town? Terrible idea. Getting naked with the "favorite" son of her father's new lady friend? N-O. Getting involved with Beckett has disaster written all over it. Those stolen kisses were accidental. A few moments of strings-free, sizzling passion couldn't possibly cause any trouble. At least, not until tempers flare when their families complicate things and the interfering citizens of Blue Moon step in with their special brand of chaos.

"An epic love. An epic hate. An epic story that would last a lifetime."Today, 8:15 p.m.I hurt. I hurt so deeply, I felt the pain searing in my bones and jabbing like a hot poker into my heart. I knew nothing would make it better as the memories pulled from the crevices of my mind, detailing the bad and the ugly, filling my thoughts with regret as I slipped into the darkness. . .When I was eight, my mother was dying of cancer, my father lost his job, and the bank kicked us out of our house. I was forced to move to the strange town of Arlis, Texas where my father and I slept in our car in the hospital parking lot. Desperate and hopeless, we lived on fumes of our former life.Then one night, everything changed forever. A knock on the car window brought a family into my life that I only wanted to shut out. I hated charity and I hated the Masons. Well, except one. He made it impossible to hate him.Jess Mason had the biggest blue eyes and ornery smile of any boy I had ever seen. He was a ray of sunshine in my dark world. A boy full of adventure, dragging me across the meadow of Sprayberry Ranch; a beautiful Texas paradise full of horses and tree houses that got us into more trouble than anyone ever imagined.Jess was my everything as a kid until we grew up and the rules changed. Instead of living happily ever after with a boy full of love. . . I destroyed it.- Alex TannerAuthor Note: The Mason List is a coming-of-age story that follows the life of Alex Tanner from the age of six to twenty-six. The novel crosses the genres of Young Adult and New Adult. It does contain some language and mild adult situations. The Mason List is a standalone, 118,940 word, full-length novel.

Sexy. Sweet. Unapologetically romantic.Hotshot CEO Landon Connor knows his way around the boardroom. His work has been front and center for him since losing his wife. But after sealing the biggest deal of his career, he decides to take a trip to his hometown. Nothing spells vacation like a little time in the LA sun with the boisterous family he's missed so much.But the tempting landscape designer working for his sister spells a whole lot more than fun. Maddie Jennings is everything Landon didn't think he wanted anymore. He can't get enough of Maddie's sweetness, or her sensual curves.Despite fanning herself every time Landon comes near her, Maddie tries to ignore their attraction. But Maddie hasn't met anyone quite like Landon. He's sexier than anyone has the right to be, and more intense too.When Landon romances her with late night walks and flowers, she can't help giving in to him. His touch is intoxicating, and his love is beautiful.But can Landon open up his heart for longer than a summer?

Love Men Who Fall First? Like Strong Curvy Heroines? How About I Throw In A High Rise Full Of Billionaires And A Hero With Some Serious Golden Retriever Energy? So I've Been Carrying Her Picture Around With Me For A Couple Of Months. So I Argued With The Guy At The Hardware Store Over Glitter Paint For Her Little Girl's Bedroom, A Bedroom In An Apartment I Want To Give Them. So I've Been Checking On That Empty Apartment Every Night For Months. That Doesn't Mean Anything Though. I'm Not Obsessed. When I Finally Get The Call She's Ready For Our Help, I Hop In My Jet And Go Get Her. I Expected To Find A Worn-out, Exhausted Woman. And I Did. But She Also Called Me Conan (as In Barbarian) And Didn't Tolerate Any Of My Bullshit. And That Little Girl, Well She Has Me Acting Like An Idiot Just To Make Her Smile. Ok, So Maybe I Am Obsessed. Cw: I Write About People From Hard Places. My Books Are Slow Burn But Spicy, Filled With Attitude, Lots Of Love, And Lots Of Swearing. This Book Touches On Foster Care, Body Image, And Mention Of Off-the-page Violence.

Ruling his LA hotel empire through determination and hard work, Reid Davenport is a mystery to many. Despite the media’s interest in him, Reid steers clear of the limelight--until his life is broadcast in the tabloids, endangering not only his privacy, but that of his parents and his little sister. He’d do anything to protect them…except listen to the fiery and intelligent PR pro, who's as beautiful as she is tempting. Every time she walks into his office, he fantasizes about bending her over his desk and kissing her. Every time she smiles at him, he wants to pull her closer and not let go.Hailey Connor doesn’t take on uncooperative clients. But the second she meets Reid, she’s compelled to stay and help, even if she must fight his own broody ass to do it. He’s bossy, demanding and so sinfully alluring that she knows she's in over her head. Reid may be infuriating, but when he talks about his family, she can’t help but melt a little. With every kiss, they grow closer. With every touch, they fall deeper. They’re opposites…yet perfect matches. But when their different worlds collide, will it tear them apart or bring them together?

Okay, so, my bad for assuming the guy I was going on a date with wasn’t married. And my bad for taking him to a friend’s house for dinner, only to find out my friend is also friends with his wife. Because, in fact, he is married. And she happens to be at my friend’s house because her husband was busy working. Confused? So am I. Unsurprisingly, my date’s wife is super angry about finding out that her husband is a cheating asshole. Girl, I get it. Then, to make matters more convoluted, there is the man sitting next to my date’s wife. A man named King, who is apparently her brother, and who lives up to his name. And since my “date” is a two-timing prick, I’m not going to feel bad about drooling over King, especially since I’ll never see him again. Or at least I don’t plan to. I plan to take an Uber to the cheater’s apartment to get my car keys. I plan for it to be quick. And if I had to list a thousand possible outcomes... witnessing my date’s murder, being kidnapped by his killer, and then being forced to marry the super attractive but clearly deranged crime lord, would not have been on my Bingo card. But alas, here I am.