My to-do list for planning this society wedding was supposed to be simple: 1. Arrange some tastefully naughty pre-wedding activities for the bridal party. 
2. Get the bride and groom down the aisle so they can get started on their happily ever after. But now the groomsmen—aka five of the world's most outrageous playboys—are running wild, the groom is running scared and the bride is running me ragged! That's bad enough but with Tate Langfield (yes, that Tate Langfield; he of The Kiss That Cannot Be Forgotten) distracting me at every turn, if I don't take drastic action this wedding—not to mention my career – will end in disaster! Clearly I need to relax so maybe the only way to regain my focus is to do the one thing I've never dared? And what could be more…tension-relieving…than a night of unbridled passion with the gorgeous Tate? It could be our little secret, dear diary…

Semi-finalist in #SYTYCW15 #Presents /Modern entry - A Brazilian man, an English woman and the magic of Hong Kong. An emotional and sexy book about two people finding out if they can overcome their turbulent past. I'd really appreciate your comments! Thank you for reading!! Carrie x

Ava Baron is a young billionaire businesswoman who inherited a company with her twin brother. One morning, she received an invitation to her high school reunion and she plans on showing them how much she's changed. Part of the plan is showing up with the hot date. Enter Oliver Royce. He's hot, he's handsome and he's filthy rich. Seems like Ava's found her boyfriend for the weekend! But what if she starts to fall for him? And what if his secrets are too much for her to take?

He needed a wife for his company, she needed money for her family. "Blaze the last thing I want you to do before I die is marry." Is what Blaze's Grandmother told him. She also told him that he wasn't getting his Father's company without having a girl to spend the rest of his life with, and that's where Sage fits in. Sage was a lower middle class girl, who was helping her mother pay the bills, when she sudden loses her job, she has nowhere to turn to, but I guess that's where Blaze comes in. I hope that you laugh, are frustrated, and fall in love with them.*Not Edited*

*Top 55 of Harlequin's So You Think You Can Write Contest - Please vote for Part 1* Doctor Jocelyne Baldwin is on the run from the law, but when she witnesses a police officer being injured in a hit-and-run, she can’t help coming to his aid. She saves the man's life, then tries to disappear. Seth Jacobs tracks down the doctor who saved his partner’s life and soon finds himself captivated. He knows she has secrets, but he doesn't want to push, lest she run again. When her past catches up with Jocelyne, Seth must decide if he can ignore the law in favor of the lady who has taken his heart prisoner.

Decorum. Etiquette. Masks. Selena Ravencroft has only ever known a life of aristocracy. A life of lies. But a chance encounter with Lord Alexander Rutherford forces her to come to terms with another, more primal part of herself. The part of her that is unwilling to forgo its carnal desires, and give into the seduction of a man who incites unfamiliar -though not unwanted - feelings within her. Torn between her newly awakened desires and her commitment to her dying father, Selena must decide between giving into her lust, or surrendering to a life-long masquerade.

Luke couldn't stop thinking about Bianca Wilson and the night they'd shared. He wanted to find her so he could satisfy the itch to have her again. But he was a man who always kept it simple with women and made his intentions clear to them from the start. Bedding them more than once only made them feel like there was more than the physical intimacy between them. However, when Bianca shows up in his office with the news of her pregnancy, all his rules and thoughts of staying away from her go out of the window. There is no way he was letting her go now. Not when she was carrying his baby!

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*