Jess has one goal in life—protect her son. But when an overcrowded shelter puts her and Jasper out on the street in the dead of winter, she fears she's going to fail that mission. Help comes in the form of confirmed bachelors, Tony Moretti and Dr. Rhys Beaumont. Tony and Rhys share the same motto—work hard, play harder. But when fate drops a homeless waitress and her young son on their doorstep, their wild and free lifestyle takes a sharp turn. Their desire to help her is only surpassed by their desire to claim her, share her, make her theirs.

Tessa Graham has loved Malus for years. They were once a wildly popular band, topping the charts and leaving broken hearts in their wake. But for the past five years, they've been playing the same old hits, incapable of creating anything new. As an assistant working for the band's record label, Tessa is given the opportunity of a lifetime. Her boss informs her that she must help the band write and record a new album - and she only has seven months to do it. If she succeeds, she's in line for a huge promotion. If she fails, she's fired. And so is the band.

I kept our baby a secret, thinking it was the right decision. And it was… until I found myself in a mess greater than any Hollywood movie could ever portray. Working as a PR executive for a brilliant director was supposed to be fun. Little did I know that I'd meet not one but four men of my dreams. Each of them has me swooning over their chiseled abs and charming smiles, and it's putting my job at risk.

Single and jobless again, I return to Boston, needing old friends to comfort me from bad decisions, like dating my boss, moving in with him, and being dumped, fired, and homeless all in one night. Note to self, never ask a man “Where is this going?” when you have no place to go! So when my bestie tells me an old friend from high school happens to be looking for a roommate, I jump at the chance. What she didn’t tell me was that this "old friend" was Carson Hill, Mass High School’s center hockey player and the guy who didn’t know I existed while I knew every detail about him. 

They say the gods will accept no small sacrifice. To appease them, you must give your all. I’ve sacrificed everything. Lived through loss and learned to love. To take the beauty with the pain. The rose with the thorns. This love story isn’t perfect, but it’s ours. We’ll hold onto it forever. And hope our forever is longer than a day. From the USA Today best-selling authors Stasia Black and Lee Savino comes a story of love, loss, surrender, and rebirth told in three parts, now complete in this trilogy collection.

Dirty Bandit. The hottest band in the world. Talented. Good looking. And the biggest jerks ever. Yeah, every girl loves a bad boy rockstar. Or three. But what about stuck-on-themselves too-cool-for-school party boys who can't keep their pants zipped? Who also happened to make my life a living hell ten years ago? No thanks. But when they needed help with their image, they called me. And now I have to clean up their act before they lose their multi-gazillion dollar record deal and world tour. That's how far gone they are.

Shot in the head by a brutal assassin during a case of mistaken identity, poor Lily’s been in a coma for over a year. When she emerges, her killer is right in the room, standing next to the man who saved her life.

Taron Rhodes was my brother’s best friend. He was sexy as sin. But he was more than that.... He was ponytail-pulling, ice-down-your-shirt teasing, throw-you-in-the-lake screaming.... Strong, tanned arms and blue-green eyes over a heart-stopping, naughty grin.... Did I mention his tight end? I gave him my first real kiss, my heart, my everything. I said I’d wait for him.... I’m still waiting, because Taron Rhodes is still the man of my dreams. And I have a secret that has his blue-green eyes.

The Men of Inked Heatwave series is filled with protective men, sassy women, and lots of heat. Get lost in the wildly popular family saga featuring tattooed bad boys, rowdy and lovable bikers, family dinners, and so much more.

Ever get drunk and depressed on New Year’s Eve and order a personal trainer? Because I was so tipsy, I ordered three. When they all show up the next day, devilish smiles and looking at me with rippling muscles, sculpted abs, and tight butts, I feel even more out of shape.