I love music, and how it stirs even the deepest and untouched parts of your soul. Depending on what you choose to listen to, would depend on what it touches. It’s the drug we all damper in, only different strains. My strain is Jazz. The smooth instrumental strums that take over me. The sound of cigar smoke, bourbon and an old dusty fedora hat. My strain wasn’t rap, and it sure wasn’t laced with some A-class shit like murky blue eyes casted down from the Lord and the Devil’s handcrafted smile. I knew who he was—the whole world did.
One fateful night set off a chain of events, events that no one was coming back from. You can’t save people who don’t want to be saved. You can’t pull them up from the ocean when they’ve latched themselves to an anchor. Love was my anchor, destruction was the water that was drowning me, and the rope that was so tightly clamped around my ankles, was woven with the lyrics of Aeron Romanov-Reed, also known as, 'Manik. He steals hearts from all around the world, but one night, he stole something that wasn’t his to steal.
Me.
*this is a full length standalone.
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I was thirteen years old when my mother – retired supermodel, Tig – married Mosier Răumann, who was twice her age and the head of the Răumann crime family.
When I turned eighteen, my mother mysteriously died. Only then did I discover the dark plans my stepfather had in store for me all along; the debauched "work" he expected me to do.
With the help of my godfather, Gus, I have escaped from Mosier's clutches, but his twin sons and henchmen have been tasked with hunting me down. And they will stop at nothing to return my virgin body to their father
…dead or alive.
** Contemporary Romance. Due to profanity and very strong sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.**
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Fragments of Ash is part of the ~a modern fairytale~ collection: contemporary, standalone romances inspired by beloved fairy tales.
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He's a billionaire, a lawyer, the king of the world to some. A professed lifelong bachelor. A man who took his father's business and fortune and turned marginal success into an empire. Now someone is threatening that empire and he's going to burn them to the ground. But he'll need the help of one person. He'll need her.
That woman is Mia Cavanaugh, criminal attorney, ex-lover, a woman who believes he betrayed her, a woman who could burn him to the ground, but she won't. Because she loves him. Because he loves her, and it's time that she sees the truth of the past.
Now, he's handing her the key to his future. He's giving her the chance to burn him to the ground. He's letting her see the real man beneath the surface that not even she's seen in the past. She has to decide what to do with that man. Love him or destroy him.
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Run. Malcolm West is fleeing the hell he unleashed in his last assignment as an undercover cop. A backwoods bungalow sounds like the perfect place to start over. Until he discovers he’s been set up . . .
Fight. Someone’s gone to a lot of trouble to bring them together. No matter how much he resents that, and his own driving needs, Malcolm will have to dig deep and let loose the banished killer inside himself, or Pippa’s fears could come true faster than the flip of a bolt in a lock . . .
Sophie Stone has to admit it: James Bennett is a checklist of cowboy hotness—ruggedly handsome with piercing blue eyes, a hard-muscled body, and just enough swagger to make her toes curl. She thought she was done with her bad-boy phase, but exceptions must be made.
How can Sophie possibly say no to man who makes her heart buck like a bronco? And when their summer fling comes to an end, how can she possibly say goodbye?
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I’m so excited for my wedding that I can’t stop humming “Here Comes the Bride.” Hey, you’d be happy too if you were marrying hockey’s most eligible bachelor, Brent Oliver. Only problem is the universe seems to be conspiring against us, trying to thwart our big day. How else would you explain a missing bridal gown, an unexpected injury, and a slew of other mishaps?
Will this wedding ever even happen?
Brent….
You bet your ass this wedding is going to happen! Nothing will keep me from marrying the woman of my dreams, Aubrey Shelburne. Not even strippers, my unruly nephews, or a broken ankle can stop me. I’m taking my girl to the altar, damn it. And afterward, I plan to show her a whole new meaning to that song she keeps humming.
Let’s just say the bride will definitely be coming!
Vows on Ice is a hilarious standalone short novel in the bestselling Boys of Winter hockey romance series, featuring all of the couples and an Area 51 appearance!
Love is supposed to be a fairy tale.
Ours is a death wish.
I'm the executioner for the Bedlam Brotherhood.
She's a con artist working for my greatest enemy.
I use her.
She manipulates me.
We find ourselves on opposite sides of a bloody war.
My heart and head tell me I have to stay away.
My lust for her doesn't give a sh*t.
Nothings fair in love and gang war.
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She’s been off limits my entire life. The first girl I had feelings for and the only girl I promised never to touch.
Finley Reeves.
Why?
She’s my best friend’s sister.
I shouldn’t want her. But I do and I have forever.
She’s strong willed. Stubborn. Smart. And hella sexy.
So when the opportunity for us to finally rekindle what we started years ago comes up, I snag it and don’t look back. Second chances don’t happen that often, right? And I royally screwed that first chance, so I’m bound to make this right.
It’s not hard to win over a girl that’s pined after you since she was old enough to like boys. It’s no problem accepting her into my life.
What’s so bad about it, then?
Her sister.
She’s confused. Lonely. Desperate.
So when she shows up claiming her feelings for me go beyond best friends, I panic the secret me and Finley are hiding will come out before we’re ready for it to. And if that’s not enough to throw a wrench in our plans, how about a trip to Vegas where the old saying ‘What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas’ doesn’t count when it’s an accidental marriage license.
To the wrong girl.
Finley Reeves.
Why?
She’s my best friend’s sister.
I shouldn’t want her. But I do and I have forever.
She’s strong willed. Stubborn. Smart. And hella sexy.
So when the opportunity for us to finally rekindle what we started years ago comes up, I snag it and don’t look back. Second chances don’t happen that often, right? And I royally screwed that first chance, so I’m bound to make this right.
It’s not hard to win over a girl that’s pined after you since she was old enough to like boys. It’s no problem accepting her into my life.
What’s so bad about it, then?
Her sister.
She’s confused. Lonely. Desperate.
So when she shows up claiming her feelings for me go beyond best friends, I panic the secret me and Finley are hiding will come out before we’re ready for it to. And if that’s not enough to throw a wrench in our plans, how about a trip to Vegas where the old saying ‘What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas’ doesn’t count when it’s an accidental marriage license.
To the wrong girl.
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My name is Brecklyn Brannon, and I’m not who I claim to be.
A year ago, I packed up my promising life in the city for a man I saw only once.
Accepting a temporary job with Cade and four blazing hot veterans should have been my way in.
Except, Cade acts like he would rather be tortured than speak to me.
He can resist all he wants, but I made a promise that I intend to keep.
Even if it costs me everything.
Cade:
I’ve watched her for over a year.
There’s something about her that seems familiar… but now that she’s living here for two weeks, I could care less what it is.
I just want her gone.
Breck is temptation personified, and some lines can't be crossed.
I'm Major Cade Jameson, and I made a promise, too.
One that I can't break.
No matter how hard IT gets.
They're two sharks in a fish tank . . .
JARED
If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat...
The heart everyone assumes is frozen over.
Her anger is...arousing.
Every glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth, gets me...well, you know.
If I had a dollar for every time she's put me in my place, I'd be an even richer man.
I'm a successful sports agent because I assume "no" means you'll think about it.
I'm sure what you meant to say is "Coming right up.”
They say even rich men don't always get what they want, but those men don't know how to play the game. The trick is to keep them guessing.
Take Banner. She assumes she's winning, but this game?
She doesn't even know how to play.
BANNER
If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, I’d have exactly one dollar.
One night. One epic fail. One dollar...and I'm out.
I've moved on.
I’ve found success in a field ruled by men.
Anything they can do, I have done better.
They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to.
And Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance?
Boy, please. Go sit down. Have several seats.
I'll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel.
Oh, I didn't say the struggle wasn't real.
But I've got that one dollar, and Jared won't have me.
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