If you like alpha males with soft centers who love hard and make love harder, then the Burning for the Bravest Series is for you! Follow 8 firemen in New York City, as they risk their lives and their hearts, in the name of love. This series is meant to be read in order, so make sure you start with Burning for More, which is FREE on Kindle Unlimited or get it on Amazon for only 99¢.

Burning for Fate - Book 3 in the Burning for the Bravest Series

When fate forces these enemies to collide, what could possibly go wrong?

Jace

After having been burned by a woman in his past, fireman Jace Palmer avoided heartbreak at all costs and played the field as though it was his profession. One night, he accidentally called a hookup by the wrong name in the middle of...hooking up. He didn’t have the space in his life for that kind of drama, so he decided to move on, even though he’d actually liked her.

When he shows up for his best friend, Dylan Hogan’s wedding weekend a few months later, he discovers that life was delivering him a cruel twist of fate.

Britt

As a sex and dating writer for Contemporary Magazine, Britt has seen and heard it all. Her past had her convinced that true love was a Hollywood construct, so she kept her relationships casual, but she still had standards.

When she arrives at her best friend's wedding rehearsal and finds out that she’s walking down the aisle with a former hookup gone bad, she is less than thrilled. In an attempt to hold onto her dignity, Britt invites her celebrity crush, who she’d interviewed for the magazine earlier that day, to be her date—a move that only adds fuel to the fire.

While she’s worried about surviving a weekend with her enemy, fate has other plans. Plans that involve a happily ever after with the one person she’s determined to hate.

From USA Today Bestselling author L.J. Shen comes a fun, steamy standalone about a notorious playboy and the nerdy girl who brings him to his knees.

Boston's debauched elite is going up in flames, and it's the Fitzpatrick family that set it on fire.

Hunter 

I didn’t mean to star in a sex tape, okay? It was just one of those unexplainable things. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds. It just happened.

Now, my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston’s nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan. The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family’s oil company.

Little does she know, that’s not the only pipe I’ll be laying…

Sailor

I didn’t want this gig, okay? But the deal was too sweet to walk away from. I needed the public endorsement; Hunter needed a nanny. Besides, what’s six months in the grand scheme of things?

It’s not like I’m in danger of falling in love with the appallingly gorgeous, charismatic gazillionaire who happens to be one of Boston’s most eligible bachelors. No. I will remain immune to Hunter Fitzpatrick’s charm.

Even at the cost of losing everything I have.

Even at the cost of burning down his kingdom.

Subscriber Wars is a standalone romantic comedy about two internet rivals with a meet-prank and the worst habit of turning fake kisses into real ones. 

In my defense, he was wet—and shirtless—and had this really cute birthmark that looked like someone had kissed his ridiculously-defined hip bone. I got sidetracked, okay? It was an accident. Especially when I kissed him so hard my wig shifted sideways, and he realized I was someone else—someone like his enemy. 

Awkward, right? 

So imagine my surprise when Sebastian shows up at my door months later with clenched fists, demanding I pretend to be his girlfriend so he can win a million dollars. He’s delicious and all, but I trust him about as much as I trust that super-hot dimple he flashes around campus.  But then he goes and says the magic words: we’ll split the money fifty-fifty.

So here I am nestled in Sebastian’s arms while two million viewers watch as he leans in, his heart racing under my palm and whispers, “This changes nothing. We’re still at war.”

This romantic suspense is Book 2 in the Codex Series from author Kathryn Nolan. 

She’s about to go undercover with her arch-nemesis…

From the outside, the gorgeous Freya Evandale seems like a quirky bookworm with a taco addiction. Most people would never guess she’s a proud drop-out of the FBI’s training academy and a highly-skilled computer nerd. These days, she’s happy as a private detective at Codex, specializing in stolen rare books.

That is until an old nemesis with an arrogant smirk and superhero shoulders ends up in her office.

Special Agent Sam Byrne is a tightly-wound workaholic with a secret…or ten. When a betrayal leaves him questioning his career with the Bureau, consulting for Codex seems like the perfect place to hide. But he certainly never expected to see Freya again. At the academy, their rivalry was legendary. And their sparring sessions resembled an actual battle, or worse… foreplay.

Now these enemies are forced to play nice as they go undercover to infiltrate a secret society. It’s a dangerous world of power, wealth, and shifting alliances. The higher the stakes, the harder it is to resist the true reason behind their rivalry. But surrendering to years of pent-up lust is a direct threat to their mission…and their safety.

This new release from Teagan Hunter kicks off the Roommate Romps Series.

Don’t fall for your enemy…especially when he’s your new roommate.

Dean Evans is the worst.

Not only does the devil in disguise steal my pie on a regular basis, he also lives in the apartment right. Next. Door. I see him all the time. At the mailboxes. In the elevator. Every single morning. It’s exhausting because he’s exhausting.

Now, after setting his apartment on fire, he’s my roommate…and he’s the worst at that too.

I don’t know what possessed me to let him stay with me. Pity, perhaps? I do know that I won’t be falling for his charm. Or that panty-dropping smirk.

His quick wit. That body he works so hard for.

Nope. Not falling for any of it…least of all him.

There might be a fine line between love and hate, but I know exactly where I stand.