Grayson "Gray" Miller had never had much luck with love. While his talent as a special operative for Knight Security was unmatched, his love life was lacking. When an injury forces him to take a step away from his team, he finds himself in close quarters with a breathtaking physical therapist. Emma Bailey understands him in away no other woman has, but for reasons that make their relationship anything but simple.

Wedding Planner's Golden Rule: Don't fall in love with the groom. Handsome, charming, billionaire playboy, Aiden Carlisle's wedding to beautiful, but demanding Caroline Baxter is set to be the event of the century. Sweet, smart and talented, Rosalie Darling is the best in the business; wedding planner to the stars! Planning a wedding brings people together, but what if it brings the wrong people close? * "Aiden. Aiden," she said, softly, hurriedly, breathlessly, clutching my shirt in her delicate hands. Her body was pulling me closer and her mind was pushing me away. I couldn't tear my eyes off her face, her lips. She was breathing heavily. "I'm planning your wedding," she said, her eyes focused on my lips, so close to hers, as she bit down on her lower lip. I smirked, chuckling darkly. "What wedding?" I asked. I tightened the grip that I had on her. And I pressed my lips to hers. * #1 in Love #2 in Romance #20 in Bad Boy

When Lily meets Max again at his sisters wedding, she still feels the crush she had on him when she was fifteen. However, even when things seem to be looking up for Lily when Max reciprocates his feelings for her, his ex fiance Sarah does not like this and seems to have a vendetta for Lily. Content warning: This story contains references that may be triggering

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

[Leaving Nov 11th] "No, no. I want you to crawl. Hands and knees, Ms. Nielson." . . . Aubrey Nielson gets more than she bargained for when she accepts a position as a tutor for the three children of a wealthy, British businessman. Augustine Montgomery has become closed off after the death of his wife and has grown distant from his children. While attempting to mend the family's relationships, Aubrey finds herself falling into a much more provocative position with the widower. Cover designed by Regina Dionela © 2021 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

He's sexy, charming, flirty ...and has notoriously bad taste in women. With most of his one nighters being comic disasters, Evan Daniels has been happy to go from one to the next, without attachments. Along with his playboy ways, comes a challengingly sharp wit and character, that most women can't hope to tame... But with the right woman, there is hope. When Katarina and Evan continue to rub each other the wrong way, the friction turns to a spark, but will it flame or will it burn out?

FREE STORY. PAID BONUS CHAPTERS. There's a thin line between love and hate. One thing Rosalie Jackson knows for sure is that what she feels towards star college hockey player Roman King is definitely hate and that feeling is mutual. Having hated each other ever since they met in freshman year under not-so-great circumstances, nothing has changed two years on. What they see as hate everyone else sees as sexual tension, and there are only so many insults they can throw at each other before that tension is released. Their feud continues through junior year and as much as they would love to avoid each other at all costs, they keep getting thrown together under the worst circumstances possible. As their rivalry heats up, so do their consequences. Stuck with each other for a full year, they'll find themselves spending more and more time together than ever before. Hockey games, temptation, and science experiments will go wrong. At the end of it all, maybe, just maybe, they'll become each other's perfect obsession. [The Jackson Family Series Book 2 - can be read as standalone]

A blacksmith's apprentice who would be a knight. The heir to the throne, at death's door. One woman who would save them both, if she could... Charlotte was number sixty-four in the second group of young, hopeful maidens intended to meet the Prince at a grand ball in his honor. That introduction was not to be. She returned home to her tiny village- and her visions of a future limited by it- without any warning of the drastic turn her life was about to take. Soon she would be fighting against the odds to help keep a gravely wounded stranger alive; and waging war with her own heart, as he stirred feelings in her she'd never known. When the stranger's royal identity is revealed, Charlotte is faced with an entirely different battle: one to keep her family, village, and the injured Prince in her care all safe from a madman set on taking the throne by any means necessary.

"Cole," I breathe, touching his cheek. He shuts his eyes, refusing to look at me but leans into my palm. "It's now or never," I hopelessly cry. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he reveals those sparkly blue eyes underneath those long eyelashes of his. I lean into him, "Kiss me," I ask as I nudge my nose against his. "I..." ---------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett Scarlett Davis and Colson Young have been friends since childhood but the lost of Scarlett's best friend and Cole's sister Alex and his father made them as close as you can be. Scarlett is about to marry her boyfriend but a revelation by her own sister, sends her into a tail spin of confusion. A little kiss that ended badly shut all doors on her feelings for Cole when they were teenagers. Now adults, Scarlett is starting to think those feelings aren't as buried as she once thought. Intending to be the one to give her away, Scarlett isn't so sure she wants Cole to ever let go. Losing his father and sister in a blink changed Cole. He holds those dear to him close and Scarlett, who glued him back together, he holds the closest. He can never lose her, which has stopped him from ever taking the next step with her. Now, she's asking all the right questions and he keeps coming up with all the wrong answers. Soon she'll be in a white dress, but who will she marry?

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.