Size Matters

Chaos and Carnage MC ,1


Maddie French is used to being ignored, always told she’d never be good enough. When another date is a no-show, she decides to swear off all men.

After taking over from his father as the prez of the Chaos and Carnage MC, Bull’s priorities have been focused in keeping everyone alive. Now’s the time for him to go after the woman he wants—Maddie.

Only, she doesn’t even realize how badly he wants her. Bull is determined to show her she’s worth everything, and he won’t take no for an answer. Maddie agrees to one date with him, and little by little, he fills her heart, getting beneath her skin.
When an enemy tries to take over his turf, Maddie is attacked. The only thing Bull can do to keep her safe is to push her away, to hurt her in the most painful way.

Bull can try to win her back, but he may have lost the love of his life.

He broke her heart, but she will find it in her power to build herself up?


Last night had been going so great until Maddie froze on him.

“You know I would never hurt you.”

“I don’t know what this is about.”

“You wanted my kisses last night, Maddie. You were enjoying my touch.”

“Is that what this is about?” she asked. “Because I changed my mind. A woman can do that, you know? She can change her mind.”

“I have no problem about you changing your mind. What I want to know is why.”

“I don’t have to tell you why,” she said.

“No? And you think that’s fair?” he asked.

“Does it matter if it’s fair? I don’t have to give a reason. I…” She closed her eyes and held one hand out. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“Bull fucking shit. Don’t try to play me, Maddie. It won’t fucking work. I’m the master at that shit.” He took a step toward her. He was a grown man and could handle a shit load of rejection, not that he’d experienced much of it. Most had come from this woman in front of him, but she had also shown him part of herself. The part that had started out enjoying his touch. “I saw you, Maddie. I felt you. I … I know you were like fire in my arms, ready to go up in flames. I felt it. I know what it was like. I wanted you again, and again. You craved my kisses, you wanted my hands on your body. What the fuck did I do to change it?”

Tears glistened in her eyes, and her lip wobbled.

She shook her head, biting her lip, and he saw how torn up she was. It broke his fucking heart. No woman had ever hit him like this, but damn it, Maddie was proving to be more special than he anticipated, and it was fucking killing him inside.

“Maddie, talk to me.”

She took a deep breath. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

This made him laugh, and it wasn’t a natural one either. This was very much forced.

“Maddie, I was there, I felt the difference between us. I know something wasn’t right.”

She licked her lips, which she pursed immediately after.

He watched her sigh, and then, she nodded. “I … I’m not like the other women you’ve been with,” she said.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You haven’t spread your legs for every single guy at the club. That isn’t something to be upset about.”

She shook her head. “No, that’s not what I meant.” She unfolded her arms and moved her hands up and down her body. “I don’t look like the women you go for.”

He stared at her and knew instantly what she referred to. She wasn’t slender. She was all curves everywhere.

“So?” he asked.

She looked up to the ceiling, and tears fell down her cheeks. He hated seeing her like this, so cut up, so miserable. This wasn’t what he wanted her to feel.

He took a step toward her, and Maddie took a step back.

Bull stopped. “Did you like my kisses?”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“Just answer the question.” He needed her. Seeing her cry and hearing the slight break in her voice broke him. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and tell her how fucking desirable she was. How he ached for her. How he’d waited so long to tell her that he’d wanted her.

For years, he’d been admiring her curves, wanting to get closer to her, but she seemed so far away.


“Yes, what?”

“Damn it, Bull. You know I liked your kisses. You know I loved having your hands on me. I loved it. It felt incredible, and I didn’t want it to stop, but I don’t want to be a damn pity fuck. I don’t want to be that person. Not again.”

“Not again? You mean this has happened before?”

She released a growl. “Ugh, can’t you just accept that I’m not the kind of woman you want?”

“Hell no. Not when you don’t fucking see what is clearly right under your stubborn nose.”

“I know how this goes. You have your fun. You’ve done your deed to charity and then I’m tossed aside.”

“First of all, I have never in all my life been so insulted, and considering I fucking run Chaos and Carnage, that’s saying something. I would never pity fuck you, Maddie French. In fact, what I want to do is strip you naked, bend you over all the surfaces, and fuck every single part of you. I crave you that much.”



10 Years with Evernight publishing

On the 17th of January will mark the 10 year anniversary of Blackmailed by the beast and my 10 years of being part of the Evernight Family. So it’s time to celebrate with a give away of a signed Copy of Blackmailed by the Beast with other bits of swag/ goodies.


Winners will be chosen on Friday 21st January

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The Fake Engagement


Coming from a town run by his family, Preston Boone has wanted to prove everything isn’t handed to him. He’s achieved all his goals, showing them he can make it on his own. But now, with his parents celebrating a big wedding anniversary, he knows they’re going to parade all the eligible women in front of him. A little white lie of an engagement couldn’t hurt, could it?

Eliza Drake hates her good-looking, workaholic boss. After one night of tequila, she’s fake engaged to her boss. For one month, she has to play the role of a happy fiancée, and in return, she’ll never worry about her job ever again. One month of sharing a bed, of accepting Preston’s kisses, and the feel of his arms … nothing could go wrong, right?

Sometimes love is in the most obvious of places, but will these two crazy lovebirds figure it out?


Preston went over to his father. “You need any help?”

“Never come between a man and his grill, son. You know the drill.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I remember. Even when we were kids you were pretty protective of this grill.”

“There is nothing wrong with wanting to protect. That’s all I’m saying.” His dad held his hands out. 

It was a large grill. There were three separate iron grills, and the coals underneath were spread from extreme, to mild heat. 

“The art in grilling is knowing when everything is cooked. You know the story of how I poisoned your mother the first time I got this grill.”

Preston laughed. “Yeah, I remember. She told me she wouldn’t eat a thing from you until you took a food safety course.”

“The woman was right. I was cooking my chicken all wrong. Now, I know the sweet spot.” He kissed the tips of his fingers and raised them in the air. “Your mother loves my grilled food.” 

Preston folded his arms. “You haven’t said anything about Eliza.”

“What do you want me to say?” Greg asked. “I haven’t gotten the chance to talk to her. From what I see, she’s a nice girl, but I can’t go giving you an opinion based on looks alone. She seems nice. That’s all I can say.”

“Dad, come on. I know you adored Lydia, Grace, and Scarlett the first time you met them.”

Greg sighed. “No, Preston, I didn’t love them the first time I met them. All you heard was the boys’ interpretation. I reserve all of my judgments until I get to know them better. You, of all people, should know that.”

“And why the hell should I know that?”

“You’re a businessman, Preston. You know that you’ve got to keep your feelings pretty close to your chest. You can’t let the world be able to read you. But I do have a question for you, son. Have you stopped being able to read yourself?” 

There were moments, like now, that he hated his father. Greg Boone was a good man, but he was also the kind of man who saw everything. 

Pretending with Eliza was a long shot. 

His dad wasn’t convinced, which was why he wasn’t going to call her out. 


He should have seen this coming. Even if he’d done nothing wrong but was thinking about doing something, his father always caught him prior to the act. His dad was a goddamn machine when it came to reading them. 

He had to do something with Eliza. To make them believe. 

“You’re firing up the grill?” Marsha asked. “I just knew you would.”

His mother appeared out of thin air. 

A chorus of mommies filled the air. The kids moving out of the pool, running to their mothers. 

Preston watched, feeling a little empty inside. One day, he wanted kids. A whole fleet of them. Kids hadn’t been in his future, not while he had a career to build up. A name to make for himself. 

Eliza came through the door, carrying two giant grocery bags. 

Roger took one, as did Kian, leaving her free and clear. 

He walked toward her. Those lips called to him, and he didn’t care if this broke their kissing rule, or if it pissed her off. 

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her in close against him. Not caring there were children present, he finally kissed Eliza like he’d been dreaming of since that damn elevator. 

He stole the kiss he’d wanted to take all of those months ago. 

Her lips were soft like he imagined. 

At first, Eliza was tense in his arms, her body too stiff to enjoy. One taste wasn’t enough. He traced his tongue across her bottom lip and heard her gasp, opening her mouth, and he took full advantage, plunging his tongue inside. 

Eliza gripped his shirt. She didn’t push him away, and he felt that was an achievement all on its own. Deepening the kiss, he heard her gasp, her moan.

Someone cleared their throat. 

Coming back to the present, he kissed her on the lips one more time. “I missed you,” he said. 

“I noticed.” Her lips were swollen.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against his side. “She hasn’t been away from me in nearly three years.” 

Preston was also terrified of what his parents would say to her. 

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Happy New Year

Hi Everyone,

What a year it has been! I cannot believe I’m writing this, but we’re now in a brand new year, and first, I want to wish you all an amazing 2022.

2021 has been one wild ride. A lot has happened throughout the world, but I want to focus on the positive. I want to say a massive thank you to all of my amazing readers. You guys have made 2021 incredible. I absolutely loved hearing from you all, and it has been a real pleasure to know that my books have helped you during these dark times. I find it an absolute pleasure to write the stories I do, and I’m so grateful to be able to do this on a daily basis. Thank you all so much. During this past year, I feel I have grown as an author. I finally delved into stories that really speak to me, and I’ve been wanting to write for a long time. These books are part of me, and to release them out into the world, it was a hard decision to do, but one I’m pleased I did.

Down below you will find a short video of the books that were released in 2021. Which one was your favorite?

I have so many plans for 2022, and I hope my muse doesn’t throw a few spanners in the works. I’m excited about the coming year. There are so many stories I want to write. First up, we have The Fake Engagement (which is available for pre-order, more details down below), and then we’ve got a brand new full length MC series, Chaos and Carnage! Trust me, there will be a lot more books to come. Which ones are you wanting to read from me this coming year?

I can’t wait to share more with you all, but for now, I will leave you, wishing you all the best New Year.

Take care,


Keep a look out for my birthday post giveaway for details on how to enter.

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Size Matters – Chaos and Carnage MC

January 18th

Claimed By her Cowboys

Co-Written Stacey Espino


They’d given up on women … until they met her.

Gabe isn’t ready to trust anyone, certainly not a live-in housekeeper with a questionable past. His best friends, Vinny and Archie, insist the curvy redhead is the answer to all their problems. They fall too hard and too fast, and the last thing he wants is for Annalise to break their hearts.

Annalise is hiding from her dark past, trying her best to make her own way in life. Being a live-in housekeeper and cook for three single cowboys should have made her leery, but everything about her new job feels like fate. Her employers are perfect gentlemen—until they aren’t. She can’t refuse their attention, but her mind and heart are in disagreement. How can a menage a quatre ever work long term? And why would three of the hardest, sexiest cowboys settle for only one woman? 

It doesn’t take long for hearts and tempers to burn hot on the ranch. Once they give into their passion, their foursome becomes an addiction. But can three dominant cowboys share the woman they love? Or will Annalise tear their friendship apart?


“Sneak up behind them and grab them around the middle. They’re squirmy little things, so make sure you don’t let go once you get a grip,” he said.

Annalise liked pulling her weight around the ranch. They paid her well and gave her room and board, so she liked to do more than just cooking and cleaning when she could. How hard could it be to transfer a few cute, little piglets? And they were cute. In fact, all the animals at this end of the ranch were adorable.

She took measured steps, the muck suctioning around her boots, making it difficult to walk. Annalise wanted to appear capable and not a damsel in distress, but as soon as she lunged forward, her boots stayed rooted and she fell face-first into the mud.

Did Archie just laugh? She swore she heard it for a second.

She struggled to her knees and tried to push the muck off her arms, but she only made it worse.

“Need some help?” he asked.

Annalise answered through clenched teeth. “I’m fine.” She managed to get up with unexpected difficulty, then lifted her boot before going after the next piglet. She was already a mess, so what did it matter now?

Worse than the thick mud was the smell.

When she snagged the rear leg of a piglet, it began to squeal and struggle. She brought it close to her chest as not to drop it and calm it down. Even in her predicament, when she looked down at its little face, she couldn’t help but smile. It was so small and cute.

She hadn’t realized she’d zoned out while bonding with the little pig. Annalise turned in Archie’s direction. “I did it.”

“You certainly did.” He had one booted foot on the fence rail. No man should look that sexy in a pair of blue jeans and t-shirt. She knew for a fact all those muscles were hard-earned and not from a gym. “How about the rest?”

“I think you’ll be much faster than me. One is enough for today.” She was already in desperate need of a shower, and it was a long walk back to the house. Wrangling pigs was not her forte.

She passed the squirming piglet to Archie, and he placed it in a large crate in the back of the trailer. He vaulted over the top rail of the fence into the pen with ease and began snatching up piglets like it was his full-time job—she supposed it was. Archie was a seasoned cowboy, and she watched in awe as he finished up the job with barely any muck on his boots.

Once loaded in the crate, he brushed off his hands and turned to her.

“What just happened?” she asked.

He laughed. She noticed a cute dimple on his right cheek when he smiled, a mix of boyish charm and rugged masculinity. Was Gabe telling the truth, even a little bit, about the three of them being crazy about her? A flicker of hope burned inside of her.

“I have a few talents.”

She had no response because her mind was in the gutter. Annalise just stood there like a clueless, filthy beast.

“The other animals are much easier to handle, but you can’t be comfortable the way you are. Once that mud dries, you won’t even be able to crack a smile.”

She could only imagine what she looked like. “I guess I should head back and clean up.”

He frowned. “No need.” Archie beckoned her to follow him to the barn. He ducked into a stall and came out with a green hose. “We should get the worst of it off here.”

“Okay.” It sounded more like a question because she wasn’t crazy about the idea of being hosed off with cold water.

“Close your eyes. You’ve got a second skin.”

She did as told, using her hands to cup over her eyes. The first blast of cold water made her gasp, but it wasn’t as bad as she expected as the heat outside was brutal. It was almost refreshing and very nice to feel the gross mud wash off.

Archie was thorough, moving around her, soaking her clothes right through. She began to feel self-conscious, realizing her clothes would be clinging to her explosive curves. Would he be able to see clear through her blouse?

When the water stopped, she opened her eyes, running her hands through her wet hair to get it off her face. “This wasn’t how I planned my morning when I came out here with your lunch bag.”

“That’s what makes life fun, isn’t it? The unexpected. The crazy memories.” He was standing close to her, within an arm’s length.

“I’ll definitely remember today for the rest of my life.”

He closed the short distance between them, reaching out to adjust the collar of her shirt. When she glanced down, her blouse was completely transparent and practically glued to her body. Even her satin bra was soaked, showing her dark areolas and hard nipples.

Her face heated with embarrassment. Her cheeks were likely redder than her hair.

When he didn’t move his hand, his fingers caressing her neck, she looked up to make eye contact with him. There was no more humor in his eyes, only need, desire. Her pussy instantly clenched, moisture flooding her already wet panties.

She was thirty years old, but this was the first time she’d been in this position. The range of emotions coming alive inside her confused her, but she undoubtedly wanted Archie. Should she resist? She didn’t want to refuse him anything right now.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered.

Annalise had never been called stunning. His compliments made her entire body tingle. She was soaked and covered in slop only minutes earlier, but his words still sounded sincere.

She swallowed hard, leaning into his touch. His hand was warm and strong.

“You’re all I think about, Annalise.”


“Every word’s the truth. I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t want to scare you off. We’ve been trying to behave ourselves, to give you space.”

“I don’t want space.”

He supported the back of her head and leaned down to her level, kissing her hard on the mouth. She saw it coming, but it still shocked her. Archie kissed her like it was his last kiss. It felt like love even though that was impossible.




Her knees became weak. The entire world went away, and all she could do was feel, all her senses magnified. He moved his hands down the length of her body. His touch was possessive, not delicate.

“We should get these wet things off you,” he said. The words were whispered close to her ear, then his tongue traced the shell of her ear, making her shiver.

She didn’t protest, allowing him to slip off her blouse. He immediately unfastened her bra, her big tits dropping heavily without the support. Archie growled as he used both hands to cup her breasts. When he bent over to suckle her pebbled nipple, she cried out, sinking her fingers into his dark hair. He took what he wanted, and she was ready to give him everything.

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The Last Hard Boy


Rome Hard is in love with his ex-teacher, Andy Evergreen. She entered his life ten years ago, and he’s tried to deny his feelings for her, but they won’t disappear.

There’s only one way to solve this: get her to fall in love with him.

She’s never fallen for a student, but Rome isn’t a student anymore. He’s a full-grown man, and he’s intent on making her realize it.

One date, that’s all it’s supposed to be. She never expected what could come next. One look, one touch, and it all leads to more. She should resist him, but how can she turn away from him? He’s everything, and no other man has made her heart race.

Rome’s all in, knowing this woman will be his wife and the mother of his children. But how far is he willing to go?

Will Andy fall for the last Hard boy, or will her fears keep her locked up in her cage?


“Not at all. How are Caleb and Lilly doing? I haven’t seen them since the wedding.”

Which was a few months ago.

“They’re doing good. I mean, they’re doing great.” He ran fingers through his hair. “It was a good wedding.”

“Yes. One of the best I’ve been to.” She smiled at him. There was that sparkle in her eyes that he’d do anything for. “So, I heard the rumors flying around that everyone is looking at you.”

“At me?”

“The last Hard boy. They’re all wondering who you will pick to be yours. Are you seeing anyone?”

Holy shit.


He hadn’t thought about this.

“No, I’m not. Actually, I’m glad you brought that up.” He had gone over this scenario so many times in his mind. What he’d say and do. Nothing was living up to his expectations.

He was the guy who planned everything in life. His brothers would piss themselves laughing if they knew he had a full notepad with all the ideas and writing down the conversations until he knew what he was going to say and when.

This was just the kind of person he was. A planner.

He liked to think of all possibilities, and when it came to Andy, he was so far off track.

“I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight,” he said.


“Yes. I would like to take you out on a date.” He had never asked a woman out. Ever. With the women he’d been with, there had been no previous conversation. They’d met in a bar and hooked up after that. Or a fair. Or out enjoying whatever he’d been doing at the time.

Staring at Andy, he had no idea if he was doing this right or not.

She opened her mouth, closed it.

“I have already talked to the principal, checked through the rules and the teachers’ handbook. There is absolutely nothing unethical about you going on a date with me.”

Her mouth opened wide. “Oh, so you have … thought about this.”

“I was your student seven years ago. Nothing happened. I made that perfectly clear.”

“I guess that explains why I was called into the principal’s office and he told me that I was an amazing teacher and how he thought highly of me.”

Rome cringed. “I … er … that was my bad.”

Andy chuckled. “I’m going to be honest with you, Rome.” She stopped, and he watched as she licked her lips, wanting to taste her himself but holding back. There was so much he wanted to do with this woman. “When you were in my school, I never … I never thought of you that way. I was there to do my job and to take care of the kids. I had no romantic feelings for you. I don’t have any for any of the kids.”

That was a blow but to be expected. “You’re good at what you do, but I’m not asking about back then. I’m not acting on what I see as old feelings.” She didn’t need to know the extent of his obsession when it came to her. Not that it was threatening or stalker-ish in any sense of the word. He just liked and cared about her. “I’m asking you as a man who sees a beautiful woman and wants to take her out on a date.”

His brothers would each vote this being the worst prelude to a date in the history of the Hard boys. It had to be.

She tucked some hair behind her ear and nodded. “I would, in fact, like that. Very much. Will you pick me up at, say, seven?”

“Yes. I will do that.” He clicked his fingers and winked at her.

Andy laughed. “I better get going. It was nice to see you again, Rome.”

“And you, Miss Evergreen.”

“If we’re going on a date, call me Andy, please.”

“Will do, Andy.”

He heard her laugh as she got to her feet. With her back turned, he couldn’t help but fist-pump the air.

If his brothers saw him now, they’d berate him for giving the Hard name a bad one. When it came to women, they were both experts, while he’d been floundering all his adult life.

He smiled to himself.

Andy had said yes.

He was finally going on a date with the woman he’d been wanting all his life.

Just as he was about to get up, he saw James, his oldest brother, enter the coffee shop.

After getting to his feet, he walked up to his brother. “I’ve got a date tonight. With Miss Evergreen, I mean Andy.”

“Glad to hear it. You just got Caleb a hundred bucks,” James said.

“What? How?”

“He said you’d ask your teacher out.”

“You’ve got bets against me?”

“Please, the whole town has got a bet against you, for you, with you, whichever way you want to look at it. You’re the last Hard boy, Rome. Make it count.”

Christmas with the Billionaire


It’s the most wonderful time of the year … or is it? 

Alora Harris is working her way up at Nelson Industries. Everything is going her way—her client list is growing and Christmas is just around the corner. Her best-laid plans end at the holiday office party. Too much alcohol mixed with a lot of pent up attraction leads to a night she’ll live to regret. 

Adam Nelson doesn’t do relationships. Family is a word that makes him cringe. But he’s had his eye on Alora for some time. After one night of lust, he wants more. He wants to claim the curvy blonde for himself, but can he be everything she deserves?

With Christmas just around the corner, Alora and Adam will have to decide what’s most important. Will they take a chance on love or spend the holidays alone again?


The Christmas music piped into the sound system of the entire building no longer soothed her. Those happy, festive tunes seemed to mock her, reminding her what a little slut she’d been last week. It was hard to concentrate on work. Hard to make eye contact with her coworkers. And next to impossible to avoid Adam.

Every time she spotted him, she escaped to the bathroom or another floor for supplies. She couldn’t deal with her mistake or face her boss. Maybe she’d be able to avoid him forever. She sighed as she leafed through her sample book, unable to focus or get into the creative zone.

Damn it, Christmas was always her favorite time of year. It made her happy, which wasn’t always an easy task. Now, even the holidays soured her mood.

Someone came up behind her, and she let out a little squeal. She’d been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even heard him. “Registered letter. Please sign here.”

Alora spun around in the chair and signed the clipboard before taking the letter. She turned to face her desk and opened the letter. It was from … Adam Nelson? Really?

He was holding her to her verbal contract to make a painting for his condo. She growled and crumpled the letter in her fist. Alora stood up, feeling emboldened. He wasn’t going to get away with this. She rushed to the elevators and hit the penthouse suite. It seemed Adam had to have the best at work and at home.

Once she was on the top floor, she marched right over to the reception desk. Even his secretary was a freaking model. “I’d like to see Mr. Nelson, please.”

“Can I ask your name?”

“Just tell him it’s Alora.”

Only seconds later, she was being escorted to his office. The secretary opened the door and closed it immediately behind her.

The back of his chair was to her as he faced the stunning view of the city and water. His office was massive. “You’re a hard woman to get a hold of, Miss Harris.”

“Yes, I’ve been busy.”

He swiveled around to face her. Damn, he looked gorgeous in his starched white suit shirt, the top buttons undone. She noted his tie on the desk.

“Or you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Look, why did you send that letter? You can’t actually expect me to follow through on the painting after … you know.”

“A deal’s a deal. We had a verbal agreement. In fact, you were the one to offer, if I remember correctly.”

She sighed. Yes, she’d been lost in the moment, feeling a soul-deep connection because of their shared backgrounds. Now she regretted those words.

“You’re being an asshole about this.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”

Adam got up from his chair and walked around the desk toward her. He was so much taller than her, and it didn’t help she knew exactly what he looked like under those clothes. The man was an Adonis, hard and ripped.

As he approached her, she took a step back.

“Do you know what I think, Alora? I think you’re so fixated on your fantasy of Christmas, your imaginary ideal of family, that you’re afraid to really live.”

She froze. Feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Then huffed.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“If anyone knows, it’s me. You’re so scared of being disappointed that you avoid real relationships.”

“How can you judge me when you’re no different?”

He reached out and grabbed the lapel of her jacket, tugging her closer. “Because that road leads nowhere. I didn’t give a shit until I met you. Now I want it all,” he said. “Shouldn’t we be allowed to have happiness? Haven’t we already suffered enough?”


He ran the backs of his fingers along her cheek. The way he looked at her, with such adoration in his eyes, warmed her from the inside out. He made her feel wanted, and he was right, it terrified her. Because she didn’t want to lose it.

“Take a chance.”

She shook her head, her heart and head racing. “You’re my boss.”

He frowned. “Another excuse. You’ll always have an excuse, won’t you?”

Adam pulled away, and she regretted her words. It was an excuse. They were attracted to each other, had a lot in common, and he wanted to make it work. What more did she want? Was she going to sabotage every relationship for the rest of her life?

“You’re a billionaire. You could have any woman you want. Why settle for me? Do you have a self-esteem issue?”

He scoffed. “I know exactly what I bring to the table, Alora. I have nothing to be insecure about. You, on the other hand, need to stop trash talking yourself. I’m not sure what you see when you look in the mirror, but I see the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever met. For God’s sake, you’re a blonde bombshell with curves that make my cock hard in two seconds. You’re the whole package—beauty and brains. Why can’t you see that?”

“Maybe I just need a little reassurance,” she whispered. “I keep expecting the worst to happen, so I like to calm down all my doubts before I commit.”

“You need to trust a little. Trust me.”

Hitman Next Door


Nate Evans is a friendly neighbor, but he’s not a good guy.

Lemon Bosworth is the bastard daughter of a mafia boss, and Nate’s job is to keep her safe. Her father’s enemies are closing in, and it’s up to him to protect her.

Lemon hates her father. She knows what he is, what he’s capable of, but she wants to live her life free from all the drama.

When her neighbor ruins her first and only date, she doesn’t expect him to stake his claim. Nate is a sexy man and she’s attracted to him. Why would an older man like him want her?

He was supposed to keep his hands off the boss’s daughter, but Lemon calls to him. Not only does he want to protect her, but he also wants to keep her all to himself. Her innocence belongs to him and him alone.

Nate worries if the truth of his identity will finally come out. If it does, he’ll simply make sure she never knows the truth.
Have the cursed houses struck again? 


“Your first date?”

She stopped and growled. “Don’t interrupt me.”

“You’re telling me this was your first date?”

“Yes, and I told you to stop interrupting me.”


Lemon gritted her teeth. “What?”

“How is that your first date?”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“How is he your first date? What the fuck happened to all of the other dates in between?” Nate asked.

His arms were folded across his chest, and she hated how muscular he looked. The scent of red wine was too much. Surely, she couldn’t get drunk from it soaking her skin.

She slapped her hands together. “It’s pretty simple. I haven’t been asked on a date, nor have I gone on one. There have been no men. No boys. John was the first guy to ever ask me out.”

“But what about you?”


“Why haven’t you asked anyone out?”

“We’re getting off topic with this. Why did you ruin my date, Nate?”

“Does this have something to do with your dad?”

She tensed up. “What do you know about my dad?” She never talked about him, not to anyone.

“It’s pretty fucking clear to me you’ve got daddy issues.”


“Your home.”

She shook her head. “You’re talking bullshit.” She turned on her heel, but she didn’t get to go anywhere as Nate held her arm, stopping her from leaving.

“I don’t think so. You want to know how I know about your dad? Your place. The pictures. You have so many of them with your mom, but none with your dad. Not a single one, and believe me, I’ve studied them.”

She tried to pull her arm away from him, but he wouldn’t let her go. “Leave me alone.”

“No. You followed me in here and now you don’t like it because I’m the one watching your back?”

“I don’t need anyone to watch my back. I don’t need a daddy figure.”

“No. You need someone to put you over their knee and spank your fucking ass. John isn’t a good guy.”

“No, what I need is a guy who is willing to look at me for me, but you know what, there’s no one around like that. Guys are just after what they can get and screw the women they hurt in the process.” She thought about her mother, and her own pain at what her father did.

“What you need, Lemon Bosworth, is a good, hard fuck!”

Nate pulled away and she gasped.

Neither of them spoke. Their raised voices went inherently silent as they stared at one another.

“I think I should go.” Staring at him after what he said, she couldn’t think straight. Not now.

“Wait,” Nate said. He didn’t touch her as she glanced back at him.

“What you said was cruel, Nate Evans.” She shrugged. “Do you think I enjoy being alone? You think going on that date tonight was easy for me?” She shook her head. “It was hard. I’m not … I don’t know how to be with men. I’m a twenty-year-old virgin, living alone.” She lifted a part of her stained dress. “Making clothes for fun. Tonight, I just wanted to forget who I was for a little while.”

“Damn it, Lemon, stop it.”

“I don’t look like the kind of women men want,” she said. “You think I don’t know that? Mousy hair. Curves, or as some people would put it, fat.”

“Don’t.” He took a step toward her, but she squared her shoulders, refusing to back down. “I thought … I thought you were a good guy.”

She moved toward the door, gripping the handle.

“I came to break up your date because I couldn’t stand the thought of another man touching what belonged to me.”