The day I find the word, “Die ” carved into my dorm mattress, I’m pretty sure I’m not ready for the whole college experience and think I should just pack up and go home. It’s not like I’m having the time of my life anyway—I’m your basic late bloomer. A socially awkward freshman who’s never even been kissed. My best friend from back home has other ideas, though, and somehow convinces her older brother and his friend to take me on as a third roommate in their house near campus. Her very hot brother and his equally gorgeous best friend. It’s basically chiseled bodies, piercing eyes, strong hands, and testosterone twenty-four-seven at my house. They’re the kind of guys a nerdy girl like me could never even dream about. Though, that doesn’t stop me from my lurid fantasies. But the day Shane finds my secret notebook, the one where I outline my plan to lose my flower using the scientific method, he offers me another proposition...He and Fletch will tutor me until I’m ready to take what I learn from our lessons out of the house and into the wild. Now I’ve got two virile men giving me a very adult education, and the one thing I’ve always been good at is being a star pupil. The best part is I don’t have to choose...I get them both and can literally do anything I want to them. Except keep them.

So wrong it's right…When grumpy firefighter Leo finally answers the wrong number text he's been getting for several days, he has no idea pixels on a screen could be so hot—or make him want things he's never wanted before.Dixie has always been quiet, shy, and reserved. Until she "meets" Leo. He's got the once shy librarian shedding her inhibitions and growing her confidence in their texts and calls—and it even starts spilling out into her everyday life. Part of her revels in her secret life—but part of her secretly wishes for more.They never share more than first names, but each texting encounter gets hotter and hotter—and more intimate than either of them ever imagined. But you can't trust a stranger on the phone. Not really. You can't ache for something you've never had. And you certainly can't fall in love with someone you've never even met, can you?Author Confession: Welcome to...

Save a horse…Ruby Grant is dead-broke when she wins an all-inclusive vacation to Paradise Hotel in Wyoming. She can’t wait to sip expensive champagne while lounging in a bathtub full of bubbles. To her horror, she discovers “Paradise” is actually Pair-A-Dice Ranch and nothing like the brochure. She’s ready to hop on the next plane back to LA, but sexy cowboy Dusty Cassidy offers her an irresistible deal if she’ll stay. This may not be the vacation she envisioned, but Dusty is just the man for her needs—whether he knows it or not, he’s going to be her first lover.Ride a cowboy…Dusty can’t decide if Ruby is an angel in white the daughter of the devil. Her curves are so dangerously sexy they should be outlawed. All his time and energy belongs to the ranch, so he definitely doesn’t need a pretty little city girl tempting him away from his chores. Fortunately, she’ll only be on the ranch for a week, so he won’t have to worry about any expectations. But when her vacation comes to an end, will he be able to let her go?Author’s confession: Yeehaw! You know by now that I love my tropes. If you love cowboys, Dusty is going to steal your freaking heart faster than he steals Ruby’s virginity. If you’re tired of billionaires and want a real man hero, this book is for you. It doesn’t hurt that, like all my bad boy heroes, he’s really a gooey alphamallow on the inside. (If you’re one of my “safe read” lovers, you can rest easy. No other woman drama here.)

This needs to stop.She's my little sister's best friend and my roommate and I are corrupting her. Corrupting ourselves.But I can't really have a relationship with her. Not when I'm sharing her with my best friend. She stirs a raw need inside me that I've never felt before. The need to claim her. Mark her. Make her mine.It's wrong, but I can't let her go. Not now. Maybe not ever.And I want him to have her too.Author Confession: This series is a little different from my other stories—but it still features the ever-awkward heroine and hunky alphamallows you've come to expect from me. It's a serial, not a series, so you'll want to read the episodes in order. It's just as filthy-sweet as everything else I write, I promise. These three have been living in my head for over a year trying to get me to tell their story. Penelope has a lot to learn—but don't worry—she's got two amazing teachers to help her every step of the way. (The serial starts off MFM, but don't you worry, MMF lovers, it's a slow burn but we are totally going there.)

The day I find the words, "Die Bitch" carved into my dorm mattress, I'm pretty sure I'm not ready for the whole college experience and think I should just pack up and go home. It's not like I'm having the time of my life anyway—I'm your basic late bloomer. A socially awkward freshman who's never even been kissed.My best friend from back home has other ideas, though, and somehow convinces her older brother and his friend to take me on as a third roommate in their house near campus. Her very hot brother and his equally gorgeous best friend. It's basically chiseled bodies, piercing eyes, strong hands, and testosterone twenty-four-seven at my house. They're the kind of guys a nerdy girl like me could never even dream about. Though, that doesn't stop me from my lurid fantasies.But the day Shane finds my secret notebook, the one where I outline my plan to lose my virginity using the scientific method, he offers me another proposition: He and Fletch will tutor me until I'm ready to take what I learn from our lessons out of the house and into the wild.Now I've got two virile men giving me a very adult education, and the one thing I've always been good at is being a star pupil. The best part is I don't have to choose—I get them both and can literally do anything I want to them.Except keep them.Author Confession: This is a little different from my other stories—but it still features the ever-awkward heroine and hunky alphamallows you've come to expect from me. It's a serial, not a series, so you'll want to read the episodes in order. It's just as filthy-sweet as everything else I write, I promise. These three have been living in my head for over a year trying to get me to tell their story. Penelope has a lot to learn—but don't worry—she's got two amazing teachers to help her every step of the way. (The serial starts off MFM, but don't despair, MMF lovers, it's a slow burn but we are totally going there.)

He’s a warrior with no battle. A cop with no bad guy. A man with no purpose.When my best friend and ERU partner was blown up by a bomb I should have been able to defuse, I vowed to never let anyone get that close again. I’m just drifting through life, and that’s okay with me. If I can’t feel, I can’t hurt.Until I meet my neighbor.I’ve been doing my best to avoid the too-pretty pregnant girl next door. She stirs too many things inside me I have no business feeling. She’s too young, too fresh, too pregnant with someone else’s kid for me to be fantasizing about.Until the day I can’t ignore her anymore.Hillary is a born caretaker, but nobody takes care of her. She’s alone in the world, but not for much longer, not with the way that baby dances in her belly. She’s all the things I try to stay away from—optimistic, uncommonly sweet, and oh, yeah, she’s somehow still a virgin.Author’s Confession: You read that right. She’s a pregnant virgin. I probably don’t need to say anything else to get you to one-click at this point, but I’ll go ahead and tell you the bomb technician will make your heart go BOOM. He’s the alpha caretaker you want guarding your six. And your nine…

When I moved in with my best friend's hot older brother and his equally gorgeous best friend to get away from a dangerous dorm situation a few weeks ago, I didn't know how much Fletch and Shane were going to change my life. They're both smart and funny and so protective of me and don't seem to mind that I'm kind of an awkward wallflower. In fact, they even offered to give me lessons in love to help me get over my shyness.Together. All three of us. I've got two virile men giving me a very adult education, and the one thing I've always been good at is being a star pupil. The best part is I don't have to choose—I get them both and can literally do anything I want to them.Except keep them.And the closer we get, the more things we do together, all three of us, the more I want. But the more I want it, the more likely I am to lose.Author Confession: Trois is a little different from my other stories—but it still features the ever-awkward heroine and hunky alphamallows you've come to expect from me. It's a serial, not a series, so you'll want to read the episodes in order. It's just as filthy-sweet as everything else I write, I promise. These three have been living in my head for over a year trying to get me to tell their story. Penelope has a lot to learn—but don't worry—she's got two amazing teachers to help her every step of the way. (The serial starts off MFM, but don't you worry, MMF lovers, it's a slow burn but we are totally going there.)

Busted.Things were already pretty complicated at the house with my best friend and the girl we sort of just…share. It wasn't meant to last. To be real. I mean how can it be? There's three of us.But now that we've been caught by his family and everything is falling apart, I wonder if I have what it takes to put it back together. I'm not a relationship guy. I'm not someone who ever wanted to be with just one person for the rest of his life. And I'm still not.I think I want to be with two people for the rest of my life.I know I should be a better man and back off and let Penelope and Fletcher ride off into the sunset together. But that girl has carved out a special place inside the heart I didn't think I had. And my best friend?Let's just say the friendly fire is getting friendlier.Author confession: Well, the FYFF is strong in this one, my friends. (Urban dictionary is your friend and so is Auntie Brill.) You're going to love this ending. The alphamallow quotient is high. The epilogue is so wrong it's right. There's just something about these three characters…

He said/she said in the age of the internet…My job as a dating guru for men has earned me the nickname of Mr. Virile and I have no plans on giving up my reign as bachelor. I have a reputation to uphold, especially with the release of my book coming up. Men count on me and my YouTube channel and website to help them find the alpha male inside.But a publicity stunt goes wrong and now I have to pretend to date, Holly, “the girl next door” blogger who hates my website and doles out the opposite advice to her many feminist subscribers. She says I’m exactly the kind of guy she cautions her readers and podcast listeners away from and she’s right.She says I’ll never get her into my bed. I say she won’t regret it when I’m there. As long as we both remember this is all for fun, nobody will get hurt.I don’t have a heart, so I’m in no danger of losing it to her, right?Author confession: I wanted to put this book in the Blue Collar Bad Boy series because Dane is such a bad, bad boy. But he’s not blue collar—he likes his expensive suits and his urban reputation. Or does he? If you like opposites attract and enemies to lovers and watching the big Alpha fall head over heels in love, step on in. Oh, and there’s a big, dopey dog and lots of he said/she said. Has the girl next door tamed the most virile man alive, or is she just another notch on the bedpost?

After serving five years of a ten-year sentence for a crime I didn’t commit, coming home after being vindicated should be my triumph. All I want is the life I was supposed to have as the once golden boy of this town—a thriving farm, a strong family, and a house full of kids. I guess I should have learned by now that nothing is fair, and I’ll have to work just as hard to make it on the outside as I did to survive in prison.The fields are fallow, my house is falling down around my nearly catatonic father, and my ex-girlfriend is somebody else’s wife now. But I’m not giving up. I’ll replant the crops, fix the house, and find a wife. Not in that order, because a man has needs, and mine have been denied too long.The quirky, extra-curvy waitress at the diner could use someone looking out for her, and I need a favor in return. Starting with a baby.This farmer is about to take a wife.I hope she’s ready for me.Author’s Confession: Well, there’s a lot of plowing and seeding on the farm, yeah? Prepare yourself accordingly. (If you like alpha hero, bbw heroine, insta-everything set in a small town you are set.)

Save a horse…Ruby Grant is dead-broke when she wins an all-inclusive vacation to Paradise Hotel in Wyoming. She can’t wait to sip expensive champagne while lounging in a bathtub full of bubbles. To her horror, she discovers “Paradise” is actually Pair-A-Dice Ranch and nothing like the brochure. She’s ready to hop on the next plane back to LA, but sexy cowboy Dusty Cassidy offers her an irresistible deal if she’ll stay. This may not be the vacation she envisioned, but Dusty is just the man for her needs—whether he knows it or not, he’s going to be her first lover.Ride a cowboy…Dusty can’t decide if Ruby is an angel in white the daughter of the devil. Her curves are so dangerously sexy they should be outlawed. All his time and energy belongs to the ranch, so he definitely doesn’t need a pretty little city girl tempting him away from his chores. Fortunately, she’ll only be on the ranch for a week, so he won’t have to worry about any expectations. But when her vacation comes to an end, will he be able to let her go?Author’s confession: Yeehaw! You know by now that I love my tropes. If you love cowboys, Dusty is going to steal your freaking heart faster than he steals Ruby’s virginity. If you’re tired of billionaires and want a real man hero, this book is for you. It doesn’t hurt that, like all my bad boy heroes, he’s really a gooey alphamallow on the inside. (If you’re one of my “safe read” lovers, you can rest easy. No other woman drama here.)