Ivy has it tough. Growing up without a mum was hard enough, but having a dad, Kevin, only twenty years older than her came with its own problems too. He was stricter than other dads because he claimed to know what happened to pretty girls when they're left around boys-they end up pregnant and alone. Ivy made it through school but works in a supermarket part-time, trying to be independent. In the small town of Hendrix, jobs are hard to come by, so she takes what she can. Until her dad's best friend, Griffin, has a favor to ask. Can she look after his handful of a daughter, Melody, five days a week after school? Melody is only five, but she's far from easy to look after. Her mother died suddenly, leaving her with her father, who has a full-time job. He doesn't trust anyone else with his daughter, so Ivy agrees. The more time Griffin and Ivy spend together, the closer they become. Pretty soon Ivy is spending the night, bonding with Melody on a level that leaves her dad and Griffin in awe. Ivy gets Melody like no one else, and she soon becomes attached to the little girl...and her father. Soon things get tense, and Ivy is given a choice. Move to a bigger city, chasing her dreams of getting out of the small town she grew up in, or admitting how she feels for someone off-limits?

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

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.