Kirjahaku

"I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine." Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo's most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes - until temptation finally gets the better of her. Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo's infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn't just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts. In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she's about to be Owned. Owned is a dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.

What's harder than resisting one Dane man? Resisting two. I don't date bikers. It's my one cardinal rule. No rough, rugged, tattooed egotistical maniacs on two wheels. Even if they are gorgeous, brilliant, and sport the prefix Doctor. Bottom line, bikers are nothing but trouble. T.R.O.U.B.L.E Dr. Devlin Dane has had his sights set on my panties for months. But I've done a stellar job of fending him off. As Mercy Medical's most eligible bachelor, he has no problem in the panty dropping department. He's tall, dark, and inked all over. I get the appeal, I'm not dead. I'm not stupid either. He's a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. But when Reese Dane comes crashing into my life - literally- the game suddenly changes. Reese, the dark, brooding, motorcycle racing champion, knows exactly how to apply the right pressure on and off the track. The two have an unstoppable pull like centrifugal force, and both bad boy bikers are determined to take me on a high-powered ride I'll never forget... *MOTO is an unconventional (m nage) standalone novel. Spare panties and a box of tissues may be required.

"You don't know what he's capable of.""You don't know what I'm capable of."Jett Fox has been surrounded by women his entire life. He knows what makes them tick, how to make them feel beautiful, and how to work their feminine wiles to his advantage. Honing sexuality is in his blood.It's his gift. Jett is accustomed to women eating out of the palm of his hand, but when a tall, mysterious, redheaded goddess strolls into Mansion --his domain-- the eccentric Dom finds himself enamored. She becomes an obsession in his dark, secretive, and dangerous underworld -- a world that appears one way on the outside but is entirely different within.Forced to maintain the ruse at all costs, he'll walk a treacherous line between allegiance and lust, deliberately deceiving the one woman who means anything to him. But the mysterious redhead has secrets of her own -- secrets inlaid so deep they could threaten to tear both their hearts, and worlds, and livelihoods apart. You've been claimed by Kayne...seduced by Juice... now it's time to live Elicitly with Jett.

Once, I was nothing. Hungry, abandoned, wandering, and alone. An adolescent street rat fighting for crumbs. Then a chance encounter changed my entire world. A man in an expensive suit asked me how much my life was worth. I didn't have an answer, because I didn't know. He asked if I thought it was worth killing for. Impulsively, I said yes... He found me, then fostered me, and in the interim turned me into a killing machine. A modern day La Femme Nikita. Now, I only have one mission. To avenge the death of the man who saved me. There's an invisible war on the streets. Us against them. Family against family. Power against power. They call me Ghostface Killer because they never see me coming. I understand the weight of that danger. The hazard. The jeopardy. Because now here I stand, three months pregnant with the barrel of a gun pressed to my head cause I never saw him coming...

"It doesn't matter how many women touch this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul." Ryan Pierce doesn't come from much, doesn't ask for much, and doesn't expect much. And he's come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She's the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn't mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn't mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again. For five years he's regretted that decision, but the deep-seated anger, shame, and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan's world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women, and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide.

A is for ache. C is for choice. H is for his. E is for Everly. I have always gotten the short end of the stick when it comes to my personal life. Drug-addicted mother, obsessive stepfather, shitty upbringing, and one soul shattering, heart-wrenching relationship. But everything changed when I met Alec Prescott. I couldn't stand the cocky hotshot lawyer at first, but after assisting him on one case, my opinion changed drastically. He became the beginning I so desperately needed, even if romantic relations at work are completely forbidden. Unfortunately, falling in love with a co-worker is the least of my problems. Funny thing about the past, it's never truly far away. No matter how fast you run from it, or how hard you try to suppress it, it's there, lingering like a fog, blinding your vision, impacting your decisions, affecting your life. That's where Tage Andrews comes in. He's the heartache I can never outrun. The man who saved me from my past all while pillaging my emotions. I want to avoid reliving it-avoid him-but he's always there, lingering like a fog, blinding my vision, impacting my decisions, affecting my life. This is my paradoxical predicament. Two men. One choice. Inevitable heartbreak. A.C.H.E. is an angsty, fast-paced, romantic suspense with m nage themes. Reader discretion is advised. (less)

"I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare." Do you ever stop loving someone just because they're gone? Five years ago, Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington's life without a trace. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to - and her virginity to. So, imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC's hottest male revues as 'Jack the Stripper.' Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she has serendipitously dropped back into his life, he's vowed never to lose her again. But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn't sure she can handle. She finally has Ryan back. But how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City? Strip Me Bare is a standalone, second chance romance. It contains angst, heat, humor, heartbreak, and one seductive male stripper who will not only steal your panties, but also your heart. You've been warned.