Dawn
All my life, I wanted to see and experience things I never thought would be possible, but it was never in the cards for me—or so I thought.
Because when the universe finally turned its sights on me, it apparently decided to have as much fun as possible at my expense. Just when I thought my life was finally calming down, He appeared. Something that shouldn’t exist, a thing most would have run from.
And yet, I was drawn to him like no other.
I spent hours stalking his kind, studying them from a safe distance, but nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for what it actually felt like to be in his arms. And now that I know what it … He feels like … I never want to leave, even though I know it will eventually kill me if I stay.
HaL
I knew she was untouchable. Her kind and mine could never exist side by side. We were never meant to cross paths, let alone belong to one another. But knowing that did not stop me from reaching out. My fingers slowly caressed her cheek, memorizing the softness of her skin, before I forced myself to walk away.
It nearly destroyed me.
Now my beast is restless, demanding that I retrieve what I had convinced myself I could never have. But blessings don’t normally fall from the sky.
Mine did.
Now that I finally have her in my arms, I am never letting her go. She is MINE! And this time, nothing—not even the universe itself—is taking her away from me.


This is book 21, and the storyline intertwines throughout the last few books. Don’t forget each book focuses on a particular couple, but this is a big soap opera with many others popping in. Have questions? Keep reading, all will be revealed….have triggers??? You have been warned.
Best read together, listed below.

“You should kiss me. So we can practice. Otherwise it’ll be obvious that we’re lying.”
“Yes, ma’am.”

I was raised to believe I was unlovable. Too cold, too weird, too much brain and not enough heart. My father made very sure of it.

Then I faked a match to a stranger, married him for my inheritance, and moved into the loudest, messiest, most love-filled house I have ever set foot in.

Jack Mars is a charming widower with a smile that’s gotten him out of a decade of consequences. His thirteen-year-old daughter Darby runs a swear jar, ships the two of us harder than anyone in town, and sees straight through me on day one.

The deal was one month. Play house, file the certificate, divorce when the money clears. Don’t let the kid get attached. Don’t get attached to the kid.

All it took to break that rule was one pan of lasagna and algebra homework at the dining room table.

I’m an actuary. I don’t do warm. But there’s a corkboard of Polaroids in that kitchen, a dog-eared “Best Dad Ever” card on the fridge, and a man who looks at me like I’m not too much—like I’m exactly enough.

I came for the money. I’m terrified I already want to stay.

A steamy standalone small-town marriage of convenience romance featuring a single dad who falls first, a heroine who calculated everything except love, one meddling matchmaking grandmother, and a guaranteed HEA.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫…
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

His brother betrayed me.
Then died without ever meeting his son.

Luca Petrucci, the Devil of Chicago,
has come to claim the last Petrucci heir.
My child.

I expect a bullet.
Instead, he forces a diamond on my finger.
Then moves my son and me into his lakefront mansion.
His rules. No way out.

So I swear I’ll make his life a living hell.
Starting with being the worst mafia wife Chicago has ever seen.

But Luca isn’t what I expected…
He guards my son like his own.
Silences anyone who dares look at me wrong.
And looks at my curves like they were made for him.

He doesn’t just want a wife in name…
He wants every damn inch of me.

Till death due us part.For readers who love:Forced marriage to her ex’s older brother, who came for her son and claimed her instead. A curvy single mother locked in the Devil’s lakefront mansion. A secret heir every crime family wants. A silver-fox mafia king who falls first, worships her curves, and enforces touch-her-and-die at any cost. Explosive betrayal from inside the bloodline, and twists no one sees coming.

I never thought my curves were desirable.
Until a hot, older stranger walks in on me—naked.

I’m in my hotel room, shimmying in front of the mirror, feeling anything but sexy.

Then I turn.
And he’s there.
Shirtless, unapologetic, and holding a key to my room.

His eyes slowly take in every inch of me.
“You have no idea what those curves are doing to my self-control.”

That night in the marble shower—hot and steamy—he couldn’t get enough of me.

But I ran, never to see him again.

Until I walk into a job interview.
And he‘s behind the desk.

Morgan Bale. Billionaire CEO. Luxury resort mogul.

My new boss.

But now he’s arrogant and cold.
And pretends not to recognize me.

Fine. I’ll pretend too.

Because this is every travel writer’s dream job.
See the world. One five-star destination at a time.

There’s just one catch.

It’s with him.
Day and night.
And I have to pretend to be his fiancée.

And to top it all off?

I’m staring at two pink lines.

WRONG ROOM, RIGHT BILLIONAIRE is a full-length standalone, age gap, fake dating romance with delicious heat and heart. HEA guaranteed!

Tropes: Billionaire romance, CEO boss, silver fox, age gap, fake fiance, secret pregnancy (twins), travel romance, he falls first, steamy.

Jack St. Claire is desperate. A grieving single father, he buries himself in his work—running a brand-new kink club in Paris. Instead of handling his grief, he’s built a fortress around his heart, and it’s time he hired someone to help him take care of his daughter before things get worse.

Camille Aubert wasn’t looking for a new job. She just wanted to return a lost love letter she’d found within the pages of a book. But when she’s mistaken for a job candidate and hired as Jack’s live-in nanny, something tells her this is exactly where she needs to be.

Shortly after arriving, Camille discovers a strange room in the apartment that sparks her curiosity—and hints at a dark, mysterious side to Jack that she’s desperate to uncover. The lines between professional and personal blur dangerously as the heat between them becomes impossible to ignore. She’s drawn to the broken man who hides his grief in ropes and bondage, and she challenges him in ways he never thought possible.

Caught between her growing feelings for Jack and the ghosts of his past, Camille must decide: can love heal a heart still grieving, or will their passion destroy them both?

My ex cheated on me with my best friend.
His father made me forget they both exist.

I went to collect my things and leave the past behind.
Instead, I crashed my car in a snowstorm
and ended up snowed in with a man
who made me feel more in one night
than my ex did in two years.

Then I learned his name.

Anton Sokolov.
My ex’s father.
Bratva boss. Twice my age.
And not the kind of man you walk away from.

One snowed-in night changed everything.
Two pink lines made it permanent.

Now my ex wants me back.
And he’s sending men to make sure of it.
And Anton?

He doesn’t ask if I’m staying.
He decides.

Because Anton Sokolov protects what’s his.
And he’s decided I belong to him now.