I know it’s wrong to desire my bodyguard at a time like this.
Especially when my fiancé was just murdered in cold blood at my concert.
I had everything a girl could want.
I had all the fame, fortune and money in the world.
I was engaged to bad boy rock star Jon Prinz.
Together, we owned the world.
But my fiancé was no angel.
He was a cheater and had many addictions.
Not to mention money. Too much of it.
And with that, comes enemies.
Held up in my mansion until things blow over, my protector and I have no choice but to get closer.
I should be grieving, but he’s just so damn strong.
And did I mention real easy on the eyes?
As the police weren’t coming up with any good leads, my hot bodyguard and I take matters into our own hands.
The murderer needs to be found.
Someone may be after me too.
Noah Jesensky is the rugged man that protects me, and he stands between the killer and absolute chaos…
Nothing Personal by Karina Halle
It’s just business, nothing personal…until your ex becomes your new boss.
Nova Lane is having the worst week ever.
✔️Her latest relationship? Ended while on her much-needed vacation.
✔️First day back at work? Her beloved boss has quit.
✔️And despite all her hard work? She’s not being considered for his position.
The one who is being considered is none other than Kessler Rocha.
✔️Her ex-coworker and ex-lover.
✔️The man who broke her heart five years earlier.
✔️The reason she moved thousands of miles away, switched jobs, and created numerous voodoo dolls in Kessler’s (very burly, very handsome) likeness.
In the corporate world they say it’s just business, nothing personal.
But with their history and all this delicious new sexual tension, Nova and Kessler are about to show just how personal things can get.
Accidental Romeo by Nicole Snow
Accidentally his. Fun fact: Fate is a four letter word.
A perfect stranger just kissed away the worst day of my life.
Emphasis on perfect.
Hunter Forsythe is so far out of my league I can’t even buy tickets.
And now he’s insta-date to my stuck up sister’s wedding?!
Brace for everything to go hilariously wrong.
But my mysterious new hero is no flipping joke.
Rich as sin. Knockout eyes. A snarlypants single dad. Muscle, muscle everywhere.
Too good for the quiet baker girl no one ever noticed.
Then I find out what – and who – put him up to this insanity.
I’m so mad I could spit nails.
Imagine my surprise when Romeo keeps coming.
Hear my door slamming in his face.
Witness my jaw hanging when he starts wooing me for real.
Dream dates, family dinners, and soul-branding nights.
I’m in full Juliet mode before I see the crack in his world.
The longing. The loss. The secrets. The danger.
Does love even fit in Hunter’s jagged heart?
Or is a Shakespearean tragedy in our stars?
Still Not Yours by Nicole Snow
Pretend engaged. Total opposites. So wrong it hurts.
Now let’s pretend he isn’t driving me insane…
I’m on my last nerve.
And I’m supposed to marry him to save my skin.
Riker Woods might be God’s hottest contradiction.
Perfectly damaged. Stubborn soul. Moth to flame gaze.
Single dad. Fierce protector. Kind…when he thinks no one’s looking.
Then along came little old me.
The pesky fiancée he never wanted.
A hot mess in his neat, broody, oh-so-serious world.
Thanks, witness protection geniuses.
If only the men who want me dead were my biggest problem.
Nope, it’s falling for Jekyll and Hyde.
We’re too close. Too tense. Too inevitable.
We’re finding new reasons to fake kiss before you can say uh-oh.
He’s whispering reckless things that sound so right.
I’m helplessly addicted to playing house.
We’re crossing lines like electric fences when it hits me.
Maybe pretending to be Riker’s girl isn’t the worst.
It’s what happens next.
What if I dare to say that magic, fatal word – yours?
What if I want us to be real?
Oh Come All Ye Menages by Ruby City Books
Looking to add some sizzle to your holiday season? Triple your pleasure with this steamy collection of holiday menage adventures. Put your feet up and get cozy, you won’t even need a fire. These stories are HOT!
Hope’s Huge Gift
Fire and Fully Taboo by Piquette Fontaine
Do you ever just get bored with life? I did. I started realizing one day that I’d fallen into a monotonous routine of work, work, work, without any joy, and it was beginning to take its toll on me.
My love life had flatlined over the past several months, and I was realizing that my best years were slipping through my fingers. And that’s when the idea of a bucket list hit me….you know, writing down the stuff you want to do before you keel over, so you can carefully schedule some fun within the otherwise nonstop misery of your existence on this Earth. And I started to develop my own sort of list, only it was a bit dirtier in nature than you might otherwise encounter…
Fetishes, you might say, things I’d only ever dreamed of trying, but that I now planned to pursue with vigor. New positions, new techniques, new people, other women, multiple men etc… My humdrum life was about to get a lot more interesting…
The Bodyguard by Sloane Peterson and Martha James
Naughty or Nice by Alexa Riley
Claudia Chambers has gotten herself into a situation she can’t get out of. Her brother is mixed up in the local mafia and now she’s indebted to the town gangster. One day when the big boss shows up on her doorstep and tells her she’s the incentive for his new client, she knows she has no choice.
Brian Carter trusts his instincts, and the day he sees Claudia he knows that she’s the one. When he realizes she’s caught up in something too dark for her innocent soul, it’s time for him to come in and protect what’s his.
Warning: This steamy Christmas treat will have you wondering what side you want more… Naughty or nice? Get festive and heat up your house with this hot little read.
Screwged by Madison Faye
We’ve made a list, and we’ve checked it, twice
And she’s about to find out what happens to bad girls tonight.
We’ll deck her halls with more than holly
This Christmas Eve, we want her nice and naughty.
They call us ruthless, and cruel. Filthy rich beyond belief, dominant beyond compare, and we run our company with iron fists.
It’s the night before Christmas, but all is not calm. And all sure as h*ll ain’t right or bright. See, someone’s been skimming from the company piggy-bank, and selling secrets to our rivals.
Not just anyone though. Her.
Noelle Healy. The new hire. The innocently tempting, forbidden little tease who’s been driving us insane in our need to have her.
…and we will have her.
Dark hair, wild, fierce eyes, and just enough sass in those pouty lips and curvy hips to drive a man wild. Or two of them.
But someone’s been a bad, bad girl this year, and she’s about to find her stocking stuffed with two somethings much harder than coal. We’ve got some heavy bells for her to jingle, and enough mistletoe to last all night.
Christmas might come but once a year, but the two of us are far more frequent than that. And Noelle’s about to unwrap a bah-humbugging she’ll never forget.
His Package by Penelope Bloom
His package ended up inside my box.
Calm down, perv. My mailbox.
As soon as I saw what was inside,
I knew two things:
It belonged to my hot neighbor, and he had a dirty secret.
Normally, I was more of a cat person. As in, if I had to choose who lives, I’m going to take the cat nine times out of ten. It’s not that I particularly like cats, I just don’t particularly like most people.
My neighbor wasn’t most people. He lived in the apartment across the hall, and he was your typical, buttoned-up, fancy shoes, smells like a Calvin Klein commercial, looks like he actually flosses kind of guy. I mean, seriously? Wasn’t flossing just made up by dentists so they could go on their little power trips once every six months?
The point was, this guy very obviously had his life all put together. He was Mr. Perfect, and If you asked me, he needed to be brought down a few pegs to wallow with the rest of us.
Cue his long, thick, package penetrating my tight little mailbox.
I know. It’s absolutely sick. It was such an obvious ploy to hit on me. Forget the fact that the mail lady put it there, my neighbor and I both knew what kind of game he was playing. Oh yeah, we totally knew. It was on. It was in, if you would.
I accidentally dropped a knife on the package a few times back in my apartment. It basically sprang open on its own, and I had no choice but to look inside.
His dirty little secret was staring me right in the face. As it turned out, Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect. Who knew?
Hint: I knew. And I was absolutely going to enjoy every second of what was coming.