Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

After watching my mother succumb to a mysterious illness, I promised myself two things. I'd find the cure for what ravaged her and leave the godforsaken city where she abandoned me. Four years later, I received an acceptance letter from Dracadia University, one of the oldest most prestigious schools in the country. Nestled on a secluded island off the coast of Maine, it's rumored to be haunted by the souls of the mental patients exiled there centuries before, those whose bones are said to make up the island's white sandy shores. And restless ghosts aren't even its most daunting peculiarity.

When mystery author D. B. Ziegler is late delivering her book, Abi Schore steps in to help. Surely she can give her favorite author moral support over the holiday break and get the manuscript to her boss at Tea & Sympathy Publishing in time for the new year. When Abi shows up on Ms. Ziegler’s doorstep bearing holiday treats, she’s met by the author’s handsome grandson Dov, who reveals a startling plot twist. His grandmother isn’t able to finish the book and Dov promised he’d complete it so fans won’t be disappointed—a task that’s harder than he ever imagined.

Robbie Wheeler. My muse. The classic bad boy with a leather jacket and a heart of gold. But I'm not making that mistake again. A girl can't keep banging her ex-husband. That would be naughty. I left him, but he never left me. He signed the papers with a smile and promised to win be back someday. I didn't believe he could change. Then, he showed up when I needed him the most. My muse has returned to claim my heart, but I can't help but wonder... Is this really our happily ever after? Or is it all just another lie? Pretty Ever After is a hot second chance romance with a bad boy hero, a snarky...

Las Vegas. October 1985. This is the story of how a King claimed his Queen… When I was a recent college grad, I had a dying hotel dropped in my lap. Between rolling up my sleeves and saving the family business, falling in love was the last thing on my mind. Until she walked in. Fiona Garland, Nevada’s girl next door. The daughter of Senator Richard Garland, my father’s life-long enemy. To say she was untouchable would be an understatement. Fiona, apparently, didn’t get that memo. Their feud is their feud, she said. I don’t see why we can’t be friends… But friends don’t look ...

5 Rules for my Best Friend’s Brother while he crashes at our place 1. He will not speak to me. 2. I will not pick up after him. 3. We will not, under any circumstances, hook up. 4. See Rule #3. 5. Seriously. We’re not hooking up. Ever. Seth Newbury is a jerk. He wasn’t always. Once upon a time, he was a sweet boy who went around kissing ouchies on the playground. Then, he grew up and my first crush became my first bully, too. I decided to delete him from my life, but it’s hard to erase your best friend’s older brother. It’s even harder to avoid him when he’s temporarily living...

People come to Kiss County to fall in love. But who has time for that? I'm juggling two jobs to save my family’s inn. Falling in love? Not on my to-do list. But then Carter Cartwright, a handsome bachelor, rolls into Small Town and books a room. Suddenly, I'm feeling things I didn’t plan for. I don’t have time for love. But Carter is determined to make time for me. His advances are hard to resist, but I’m not about to open up to a man just passing through on his way to Big City dreams. Welcome to Kiss County, where saving my family’s inn might just mean losing my heart. The Hot ...

*TOP 50 AMAZON BESTSELLER* She walked into my bakery and my dough wasn't the only thing rising... Long legs, a big chest, and perfect, round buns. I'd give anything to roll with her and that adorable muffin top she's packing. There's just one problem... and that's the Irish mob jerk who thinks he owns her. To hell with that. If she's gonna have a bun in her oven... it's gonna be mine. He's a bad boy with a bakery. She's a BBW with a bar. Muffin Top. It's a love story... with a twist! Muffin Top is action-packed and sinfully steamy. Kick back and relax with this delicious Navy SEAL meets ...

From USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Tabatha Kiss comes a hilarious new fake relationship/second chance/lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers rockstar romance that begs the question: Can a rock god date a pop princess? No. Absolutely not. I’m Knox Benton, lead singer of Criminal Records, the hottest rock band in the nation. What I say goes and I say that rock gods don’t date pop princesses. Unfortunately, our record label disagrees. They want to pair me up with a fake girlfriend on our upcoming tour. Just a teeny tiny publicity stunt to keep the cameras flashing on Criminal ...

I make the rules, and rule number one? Don’t bang a bandmate. Ever. Managing Criminal Records, the nation’s hottest rock band, is enough to drive anyone insane--and right now, I’m hanging on by a thread. So when Bronson Isaacs, our brooding, dirty-talking drummer, offers me a way to let off some steam--no strings attached--I can’t say no. But one night between lifelong best friends quickly turns into our little secret. The more we fall into bed together, the harder it gets to pretend our friends-with-benefits arrangement isn’t turning into something so much more. Falling for ...

When my football coach father transferred me to Chicago North University, he asked for two things: 1. Pretend to be one big happy family to shine up his tarnished public image. 2. Don’t date his footballers. Easy enough. Football was his world. Theatre was mine. But when the star quarterback starts showing up everywhere I go, it gets harder and harder to resist his charms. Enter, Junior Morgan. Exit, my clothes. If my father finds out we broke his rules, he’ll make life difficult for both of us. Walking away isn’t as easy as it looks. Not with Junior’s kiss on my lips. His hand ...

The neglected housewife. The irresistible milkman. Nathaniel Scott is back. I never looked twice at him in high school. Now, five years later, he's the town's new milkman. Handsome, charming, and so eager to please. He's that tall glass of milk I've always craved. But the home I've made belongs to another man. A man who refuses to give me what I need. I never thought I could be that woman. The kind who wrecks her own life for selfish pleasures but I'll do whatever it takes to feel alive again. The milkman is coming. And I'm leaving my back door unlocked. The Milkman is steamy, sweet, and oh...

Now a USA Today Bestseller! TOP 10 AMAZON BESTSELLER! #1 in Romantic Comedy #1 in Billionaire Romance I’ve been a lot of things. A brother. An athlete. A s-x god. A fake boyfriend? That’s a new one. I’ve never seen her before in my life. There I was, minding my own business at the hotel bar, when she walked up and asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend. She’d introduce me to her overbearing parents. I’d fawn over her for a few minutes, plant a goodbye kiss on her cheek, and walk away with an extra twenty dollars in my pocket. Seemed simple enough. But she had no idea the random ...