Harper is a magnet for love. She loves love. But after had Seperation with the love of her life, she is starting to think love doesn't exist. She is losing the spark in her. Still dealing with denial from her previous breakup, hoping that they could patch things up, Harper still holds a torch for her ex, Conner who is the father of her six year old daughter, Willow. But Conner has made things clear already, he feels they get along better when separated. He likes to have this freedom now. He is more than happy for this arrangement. And it breaks the last piece of Harper's heart. Being pushed in to the workforce to improve her income for her to survive with her daughter, Harper takes on a job, a cook for an elderly widow. Harper doesn't see much of her new employer, just cooking her dinners, cleaning up every night before she leaves. Then she meets the real boss. Tall, dark blonde, muscular, sparkling smile, thick hair, bright green eyes. Ryan Gensen. And he seems to be around more and more. But work is also getting in the way of her being a parent, her child having to go to her father's every afternoon until she might loose her. But Harper has learnt her lesson, love doesn't exist, just an idea of it does. She does everything possible to avoid her previous mistakes. Can Ryan be the one that proves Harper's new theory or will he debunk it? Will Harper get a second chance at love? Read to find out.

He is my brothers best friend. He is way out of my league. But does that stop me from going after what I wanted for such a long time? The boy I fell in love with....

She's the reason the heart of my family had been torn apart. Because that night, I'd chosen to save her. [Cover Design by Ren Tachibana]

Blade was the addiction Viola couldn't shake. Every time she got too close, he would burn her alive. Will she ever be truly loved? (#3 in the Affair Series) When the room emptied, he stood up, towering over me as he took his stance behind my chair, "you seem angry, petal." "Mr Julian..." "Brandon, call me Brandon when we are alone petal," I whimpered before clearing my throat and reeling myself in - I am strong, I am fearless. "B-Brandon, you have placed a timeline on my work, I need inspiration, I am not a machine that can produce chapters from thin air." "And what inspires you?" He placed his index finger on my chin before gliding it gently along my jawline and down the side of my neck. I could feel my nipples tighten as my breathing became laboured, what the fuck was happening right now? "E-experiences," I breathed out as my eyes momentarily closed. "Barbara did mention something about you being a method writer, talented too, I took great interest in your work after how she spoke of you." "T-then you will understand, I n-need r-room for inventiveness." "Or perhaps I will provide you with inspiration."

Arlo Ramalio is a man haunted by the horror that is his job, Harlyn Royce is a woman he saves but will his mistake of falling for her cost him everything? Book 2 in the Dangerous series. "No, Carmelito had a plan of action in place in case of extended periods of absence or death, I have to see them through." "The thing with plans is, they are subjected to change, despite your rigid refusal to believe. Otherwise, they would be called, 'concrete' or 'immovable', maybe even 'set in stone'" this made her chuckle. "I promised," she looked back at me with sadness, hoping I would understand, but I refused to. "So, I will deliver her safely with you." She seemed to pause whilst staring at me, I didn't want to let her go, she was my calm, the one person that could soothe the confusion fog, I was not prepared, under any circumstances, to relinquish her. With knotted brows, she draws both lips between her teeth and bites, "what if I can't come back, Arlo? What if the hunt for revenge never stops?" I had no answer for that. Carmelito being the man he was, had endless enemies and who knows if all of them knew he was dead or not. What if they didn't know he was dead and then they would seek revenge anyway?

Ryder, a Vampire Hunter falls for a soon-to-be Alpha, Ulric. Can their fate unite two separate worlds or will it tear them both apart? ________ His fingertips manipulated my clit and within mere seconds, the orgasmic volcano erupts and I cry out his name in earth-shattering ecstasy. Ulric swells and releases too - with an almost primal howl of pleasure that shuddered my entire being. He collapsed on top of me with his mouth buried in the crook of my neck - and without hesitation, he bit down hard - piercing the soft delicate skin. A surprised shriek escaped my mouth, the bite causing an onslaught of climactic waves that ravished my being and I erupted into oblivion all over his now flaccid length still tucked safely inside me. The powerful bliss so intense, I convulsed beneath Ulric. Our gazes finally meet as we chastely brushed our lips against one another's, gently and mournfully sliding out from in me. "Fuck me, HARD!" Ulric mocked as I buried my face into his shoulder mumbling.

Quinn Xeal (Zeal) was the married unobtainable object of his desire. Dante McCarlock was the one thing, she wasn't expecting. Will love win out? (#2 in the Affair Series) She nodded before motioning to step through the doors. I grabbed her wrist, softly running my thumb over the back of her hand, remembering what it felt like for my palms to glide along her smooth delicate flesh. I heard her whimper and my eyes lifted to meet hers. Her brow was furrowed and tears gathered in her eyes, glossing her blues, the sadness of her face nearly broke me. "You said friends Dante," her voice barely audible and very shaky. "I know I did," my reply no louder than a faint whisper as she sobbed slightly. "Please don't," she begged. I could see the struggle in her eyes, "please, d... don't." My hand tightens as I fought everything in me to release her, let her go but I was losing. I just stared at her, pleading for her to give in. "Why don't you want me? Am I that awful?" I watched her chin quiver as small whimpers came from her pursed mouth and her lids closed momentarily, spilling more tears, forcing them to roll down her cheeks. "I d... do want you," a sob broke from her throat, "but I can't, I'm sorry."