I’m beyond pissed off with Callum Connors. Yeah—the Callum Connors, star of my favourite TV show…and all my most private fantasies. He’s a self-confessed Dom, and he wants me, even though I told him outright that I’m not interested in submission or in him. But then I kissed him. What possessed me? I don’t even remember who started it, me or him—just that I brushed against him, and then we were on the way to third base in the middle of the set. Maybe I should have told him no again afterwards, but I just wanted to escape before he tried to take it further. I didn’t think I’d be able to resist him. I still don’t. Now he’s somehow thrown us together for two whole weeks, getting the studio to temporarily change my job from set decorator to his personal assistant. I can live with being his assistant, but I am not his damn submissive. No matter how sexy he is.

Blackmail, the host of a world’s forests and a woman who knows how to keep her word all challenge the definitions of honour. Honour is a horticulturist who has been blackmailed into handing herself over to Raiders. She had no idea that they were trading her for cold, hard cash. Trapped on a strange world, being groomed for a male she had yet to meet, Honour had to admit that even the alien races of the Nyal Imperium had begun to feel like home. The host lives to serve the forest of Yalki and all the worlds in the Yalki system. He is out to choose a bride that not only matches his personal frequencies, but also compliments his personality. It is a search that he is willing to put a lot of attention into, especially when his chosen finds ways to avoid him on the dream plane. That is the kind of woman he is looking for, intelligent and sneaky. He might be in love.

Some secrets refuse to stay hidden. Lacey Daughtry's perfect weekend is interrupted by tragic news of her brother's murder in the line of duty. Plagued by a rash of mysterious phone calls, she turns to her brother's best friends and fellow officers for protection...and comfort. Spending time in close contact with Mason and Tyler, the two men she's dreamed of since her first girlhood crush, seems like the answer to a prayer. Especially when they begin to explore the desire she's harbored for so long. But the partners are holding out on Lacey. Determined to suppress the most extreme facets of their lust, they agree to settle for sharing the woman they crave while concealing their desire for each other. Until Lacey cracks their resolve, unleashing a torrent of emotions that threatens to distract them when they can least afford it. Their blossoming relationship is complicated by secrets. And the only way to evade the killer threatening their lives is to bare their souls in the darkest hours of the night. Or everything will come crashing down, just before the dawn. Warning: After reading this book you'll never look at a pair of hot cops, a cemetery or a can of Spaghetti-O's the same way again. Men in Blue Series Reading Order 1. Night is Darkest  Razor's Edge  Mistress's Master  Spread Your Wings  Wounded Hearts  Bound For You **

It's been a month since Rebecca took the job as babysitter to a rock star, and it hasn't been easy, but when Carter and Rebecca finally let down their guards and become friends, Carter takes it upon himself to match-make. Can Rebecca keep her interest in Kent under wraps with everyone watching, or will their chemistry explode into scandal? Exclusive Access is a 33,000 word novelette, and is the third installment in the serial novel, Rock Arrangement. EXCERPT: He took my breath away. The wind tossed his hair and the darkness of the smudged kohl set off his vivid eyes—the exact same color of the ocean. I wanted to fall into them. I wanted to stand on my tiptoes and fall into him. “Good, good,” the director was saying, somewhere far away, and from the corner of my eyes I saw lights and reflectors and cameras, all centered on us, but none of it mattered. I barely even registered their presence. Kent stared down at me, and I saw hunger in his eyes, suffering... and a terrible tenderness. Reaching up, he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes searching mine, and I was struck by the realization that the animal attraction between us could be more. Much, much more. He cared about me. He relied on me. He trusted me. He wanted me. I mean, that's a lot to infer from a single look... but I felt it. I knew it in my bones. Then he reached out and put his arms around me, drawing me close. I fell into his warmth, reveling in it. He smelled good, like soap and leather, and his hands tangled in my hair as he tilted my head to the side. His lips grazed my ear. “Hello, Rebecca,” he said, low enough that I knew I was the only one who could hear it. “Ready to make out with your boyfriend's brother?”