Bad-boy heir to the Fleming Group empire, Jamie "Hawk" Fleming, at your service. Here's the breakdown: my father has been thrown behind bars on murder charges, and my mother as accessory. That was three months ago, and since then, everything has been a downhill ride. The only thing keeping me sane right now is Hot Body. Her name is Layla, and all that matters is that she's gorgeous, sexy, and great in bed. Until I wake up tied up and gagged, Layla...

A broken girl. A sexy escort. A fancy hotel room and a struggle for trust. When Paxtyn makes an appointment with escort Riot Gallagher of the Bad Boy Escorts agency, she has her reasons, and they have nothing to do with sex or pleasure. But after that first, disastrous meeting, something changes. The tables are turned, the picture shifts. A strong girl. A damaged boy. An attraction that turns into love and a fight for life or death. There was never...

Raylin is on the run. Her father's associates will stop at nothing to claim the money he owes them-including killing her. A last ditch ticket to Florida, a temporary house to hide in and no future to look forward to. That is, until she meets Storm, a tattooed bad boy who is housesitting down the beach and doing repairs for the summer. A perfect place, a perfect pair of strong arms, a spot of calm in which to hide for a while-or is it? Drop-dead gorgeous,...

Meet the infamous Ross, black sheep of the family and bully extraordinaire. I drink too much, smoke too much, screw around. I've hurt people, been in and out of prison. I'm a bastard, a beast. I'm a bundle of joy. I mean, my own dad tried to kill me, what does that tell you? Then again, my dad did kill my mom, so maybe it isn't just me. Who the hell knows. The world sucks and I'm giving it the finger in every damn way, except… Except there's...

Four years have passed since I left home, my parents, and my brother Asher behind, since I shut out my past. And, Erin. Four years since I last saw her, since I heard her voice and held her in my arms. I've spent my time forging a path from woman to woman, from bed to bed, trying to find an answer. But, I think I've lost my way. There's no light at the end of the dark. No big surprise. I carry the dark inside me. I'm a bastard, branded as such from...