Three tattoo guns.
Five motorcycle tires.
Countless T-shirts.
That’s what I lost before I realized nothing good comes from dating my co-workers.
Usually, I don’t have much self-control. So, the fact that Frankie Grant is a hot, talented tattoo artist means it’s a damn miracle she hasn’t already been in my bed. But nothing can happen between us because Frankie comes with Jolie, her young daughter, and a crap load of baggage from her ex. And those are two things I never entertain.
Anyone who knows me—the screwed up foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks—knows I’m not the guy you take home to meet your parents, let alone your kid. But I also know what it’s like not to have parents, so things get complicated when Jolie asks me to be her daddy.
I might as well just slash my own tires now.
Finally, freedom! Freedom to live my life the way I want.
No parents. No security guard. Nobody to tell me what to do and when to do it. Well, almost nobody. My overprotective brother is still around to rain on my parade. But I can handle him.
After making the move from New York City to Los Angeles, I'm determined to succeed at making a name for myself-without using the wealth and connections of my family.
And nothing is getting in my way . . . except, maybe the most infuriating and sexiest man I've ever met.
He's everything my brother has always warned me against. But I can't help being drawn to him. Something about the brooding bad boy has me keep going back for more.
Contains mature themes.
Who needs a man? They're nothing but a distraction. A disappointment.
They sweep you off your feet, promise you forever. Then, as soon as another beautiful woman shows them interest, they leave you crying alone on the sidewalk with your dreams of a life together crushed.
And the sexy playboy that keeps showing up everywhere I go is the definition of distraction and inevitable disappointment. I can live without that heartbreak. I have everything I need to make me happy-a job, school, friends, and family that I love.
Yep. Mind made up. It's just a shame my heart didn't get the memo.
Contains mature themes.
He’s not your average Joe from the corner bar.
He’s the heir to the crown.
I should know, I’ve followed him for years.
Not in a stalkerish way. Magazines and online gossip blogs are fair game when you’re royalty.
But I do know every detail about him, down to the brand of boxer briefs he wears.
All my studying of the man who plays a starring role in my dreams pays off when I win a dinner with him. As if that wasn’t enough, he barters a deal with me that has him moving into my spare guest room.
I forgot that fairy tales don’t exist though because just as I’m about to get everything I want, including the prince, I find out there’s someone in Prince Adrian Marx’s life I don’t know—his fiancée.
Some powers are beyond human control. Some secrets hold too much weight to be carried. Some sins cannot forever be contained. This year, secrets, sins, and power come together-and the end will be upon us all.
It's my third year at The Academy of the Devil, and things finally seem to be falling into place. I've reached a tentative agreement with my new lovers. My life is finally headed in the right direction. Or so it seems-until he shows up.
They say he is an exchange student. They call him Lucian and cluster around him like flies drawn to honey. They are blind. I know the truth. I can see his true identity in his eyes, in his smile, in the sinful power bubbling under his skin.
He is Lucifer, the Fallen One, the Brightest Star. Like a supernova, he's as beautiful as he is dangerous, and for some reason, he wants me to be his. There's just one problem with that. Callum, Stefan, Mikael, and Meph aren't willing to hand me over to anyone-not even to one of the most powerful angels in the world.
There's something he's hiding, some reason why he deems me special-and I want nothing to do with. But do I really have a choice? Can I really withstand the fire and the power of Lucifer himself? Somehow, I doubt it, but I'm certainly going to try.
Contains mature themes.
Meet Adrian.
He is a filthy rich alpha battling a forbidden obsession with an older woman.
My father is a billionaire.
Carmen is fiancée number five.
I shouldn’t...but I want Carmen for myself.
Lust burns in me every time she walks by.
Those curves disarm me.
Her rich brown skin haunts my dreams.
It may be twisted, but I must have her.
And I won’t stop until Carmen is mine.
What's a girl to do after being ditched at the altar by text message? That's right. Text. Message.
How does she pick up the pieces and move on? I'm no Dear Abby but here's a little free advice...
Advice #1 - First, purge your apartment of all things him-by tossing his belongings off the balcony.
Advice #2 - Do not, I repeat do not, throw anything out into the hallway because you'll injure your hot new neighbor.
Advice #3 - When said neighbor brings over Chinese Food do not let him stay and keep you company. It's awkward when you realize he's your boss.
Advice #4 - Accept his offer to help you with your side business but think twice before using a date to his sister's wedding as collateral.
Advice #5 - Investigate who your mystery neighbor really is. Don't trust his word even if he's the world's best kisser.
If you listen to nothing else, pay attention to that last one. It's the most important and will save you a lot of heartache.
XO,
LOVESICK IN LAKE STARLIGHT
Once bitten. Twice burned. Forever bonded.
Don't miss this riveting and romantic spin-off series from Jenn Burke, author of Not Dead Yet.
Paranormals are dying. All over the city, with no explanation and only one thing in common: their magic is missing.
Vampire and private investigator Evan Fournier isn't supposed to be taking on paranormal cases, but when the murderer hits close to home, he agrees to look into it. The last thing he expects is to become a target himself-and then to become irrevocably bonded to the man who just tried to kill him.
With his memory gone and his soul bonded to a stranger, former firefighter Colin Zhang wants to be anywhere else. He doesn't have a damn clue why he just tried to kill Evan, and he didn't even know about magic until just now. The sooner he can get back to his real life, the better. But every time either of them tries to leave, pure agony stops them short.
Forced to work with Evan or suffer the consequences, Colin must excavate the secrets buried in his missing memories while battling two rising threats: the conspiracy behind the murder, and his mutual attraction to the bond mate he never wanted.
Contains mature themes.
I'd always found Irish men to be irresistible. And Devin? He's the hottest one of them all.
I had my chance with him. Heck, I even have a baby with him. A four-year old boy. My only secret.
I lost my V-card to Devin on St. Patrick's night four years ago. My biggest mistake was thinking that I could trust him. Hot men like him are trouble. Besides, he made it clear to me that he hates kids.
Hates.
Fast-forward to when he meets our little boy. A meeting that I tried my hardest to avoid. I might have expected them to get along but . . . best buddies? Devin is supposed to hate kids, remember?
It's only a matter of time until he finds out his birthday. And when he does . . . Oh boy!
Contains mature themes.
The second novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom’s Anyone But… series turns up the heat and hilarity with a story about second chances and promises worth breaking.
After Cade King cost me everything, I vowed I’d never fall for him again—even if he became rich and megafamous.
Now he’s back, and he’s still the embodiment of a big, shiny red button. Everybody knows you shouldn’t touch red buttons, but it’s so, so hard to resist.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it a little when I arrested him for disorderly conduct. Unfortunately, I think Cade liked it a little too. So when he asks for my help raising the son he just found out about, I know exactly what to say: “No, you stupidly sexy red button. I won’t touch you, even to help a cute little kid.” You’re damn right that’s what I said. Mostly.
Still, Cade doesn’t know the first thing about commitment. He lives completely in the moment. I’d need to have a recurring case of amnesia to believe he could change, even for his son. Or me.
The third novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom’s Anyone But… series sizzles with a sexy and hilarious story about letting go of the past to chase the love of a lifetime.
Seven years ago, I swore I’d never date Nick King. Ever.
Now I’m supposed to work under him—and no, despite the way he glares like he wants to strip me bare, I mean he’ll be my boss. But what better way to prove I’m really over him, right?
I was a nerdy overachiever in high school, and Nick was my hopeless crush. I even laminated a note he passed to me; granted, I had a thing for laminators, but that’s beside the point.
Now, my only shot at getting my life back on track is to crawl to him on my knees and pray I nail the interview. Maybe I should pray that’s the only thing that gets nailed in his office—especially since he looks like he wants to devour me.
Nick broke my heart once. But hey, I’m still pretty handy with a laminator. Maybe I could run my heart through one before I take this job.
From USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom comes the first novel in the romantic, sexy, and hilarious Anyone But… series.
Seven years ago, my best friends and I made a promise: No matter what, we would never date one of the King brothers. Even if they grew up to become megafamous, gorgeous, heart-stopping billionaires. Even if they crawled on their knees and begged for forgiveness.
But guess who just flew back into our lives in a private jet? And guess who just showed up to my job on my first day? Richard. King. Fortunately, it takes two seconds for Richard to reveal he hasn’t changed. Conceited. Cocky. Rude. Unfortunately, he’s also the kind of gorgeous that’s borderline offensive—with a jawline to make statues self-conscious and a grin that short-circuits my brain.
He’s spent years taking what he wants. I doubt he’s hungry for anything else—except me, apparently. There’s no way I’ll let him maneuver his way back into my life. My friends would never forgive me. I would never forgive me. But did I mention his jawline?
