I thought that this was a cute and sexy paranormal romance. The women are business owners and the...um, men?...are the ones at a loss.Luke and his two friends, Henry and Michael, approach Lena and her associates with a movie/tv proposal. They want to use Lena & company's production outfit to te...
I really enjoyed reading Irish Lover written by Lila Dubois which is a part of her Glenncailty Castle series. This was a sexy, contemporary romance story that could be read as a standalone since I have not had a chance to read any of the other books yet. Now that I have, I'm really looking forwar...
There is power and passion in three.A reformed spy. A respectable lawyer. A renowned playboy.On the surface they have nothing in common, but they're members of America's oldest, and most powerful, secret society—the Trinity Masters. When a blackmail scheme puts Damon Corzo’s career in jeopardy th...
Margo and Lena had both been awake since four a.m. as they worked with Vern and the transportation crew to get them set up at today’s location. They’d be here for the next few weeks, so they’d set up a more permanent camp than normal. Jo was still running around with the set decorators turning a ...
She stuck her head out the doorway of the room he could see, then she turned and motioned him forward. He teetered in place, caught between the fear of passing through the portal and leaving his home and the desire to go to Isabel, to see where she was from. She beckoned h...
My ass still hurt, the redness from yesterday having morphed to long black-and-blue bruises. Sitting was a study in agony, yet here I was again. The white and gold corset was back. Instead of panties there was a white thong, which left my abused ass cheeks completely exposed. I could only assume ...
Trees bent and moaned, plants lay close to the soil and the lights in the castle flickered as power lines shook.Caera crossed her arms over her belly and tipped her head back, letting the wind slice through her clothes, tangling her hair. She didn’t feel the cold, she didn’t feel anything. It was...
Master Warren and his slave Maria were seated in the small guesthouse office. Like everything in the guesthouse it was used primarily for BDSM, and a variety of equipment for office-style scenes was scattered around. For verisimilitude he had a large desk. Subs and slaves whose Masters wanted the...
She crossed her arms over her belly, pulling her frumpiest sweater more securely around herself and went into the kitchen. Grabbing a pint of low-calorie sorbet from the freezer, she took it to the couch. Plopping down, she picked up a remote and pressed the button to close the drapes. “What the ...
“Sorcha…” He swallowed hard, seemingly wanting to say something more, but no words came out. She could feel tears in her eyes and dug her nails into her palms to center herself. “I had a baby. He didn’t live more than a few minutes and died in my arms.” “...
He wasn’t going. He’d decided last night. Cutting the dough into long strips, he then quickly sectioned off triangles and rolled the croissants. He wasn’t a baker, but there was something soothing about the focus and attention it took to bake, especially something as temperament...