THE BANDIT She merely meant to steal and get away with it. She did not mean to find a dying woman and be chased for it. She merely meant to help. She did not mean to be dressed in a gown and be a target for murder. THE GUARD He was tasked to chase them. He was not expected to work with them. He merely meant to pay for an oddly professional service. He was not expecting it to be complicated and sexually dangerous. (This story is a title in the Everard Family series.)

Chloe loves tennis; she has loved it since she was ten. Now she's seventeen. She has never given a second thought to boys, as more than friends. But when a tall, handsome boy joins as an assistant coach at her father's tennis camp, Chloe wonders. Self-assured eighteen year old Dane is unhappy about moving to a new town, but he applies to work as an assistant coach at a tennis camp, only to keep himself occupied during summer. Neither of them expected their summer to turn out as it did- unforgettable.

Published through Amazon Kindle -- November 1, 2014. First seen on Wattpad, Sweet Southern Trouble has been published, and this is only a sample of the story, from the unedited version. When the truth comes out...it usually comes out of Becky O'Shea's mouth. And when her dying grandmother sends her on a wild-goose chase for the truth about the O'Shea heritage, Blabbermouth Becky finds herself knee-deep in a small town with enough scandals, gossip and sickening apple pies to keep her entertained while she investigates her own mystery. But with any great quest, there is usually a man or two standing in the way. As the small town's police chief, Nick Harris typically spends his days playing cupid to bickering old couples and chaperoning bored teenagers. Then Becky O'Shea pops into his station, smelling like fresh-baked cookies, and suddenly he is overrun with problems. Becky just wants to honor her grandmother's memory. Nick wants her out of town as soon as possible. However, long-buried secrets have a way of coming back to life...resurrecting old love stories and creating new ones.

Josie Kirkland loves music. She loves her family. And she loves her new job... Travis Fischer loves music. He loves his band. And he loves his son... She wants him, and he always thought of her as that pesky little girl who liked to tease him relentlessly. Playing and working together will take a little compromising...on both their parts.

[Rae, Part 2: 18+ Only - This book will not make sense if you don't read the first one.] Pregnant, barefoot and on a mission: Rae Erickson can blame hormones for making her so...bloodthirsty. She's pissed off with the demon hunter who's made the father of her unborn children his personal whipping boy. She's pissed off with the fallen angel who's made it his mission to piss her off. But most of all, she's pissed off with the father of her babies - who thinks he's doing her a solid by letting her go. Morning sickness, demon-hunting 101 and a weird craving for chocolate sauce in her cereal won't get in the way of her planning her happily ever after - even if she has to kill to do it. Because until her water breaks, she won't...

In the most startling ways, everyone is connected. Every single person in this world is connected. You may never know it, and you may never find out how, but know this: in the most startling ways, we are all connected. The second part to the story follows on from where part one ended. Sarah. Jake. Chloe. Fitch. Kayla. Trey. Ricky. The past is catching up, faster than any of them can swallow, and all that matters is how they deal with it, and if they can. For now, the story goes thus . . .

[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.