Vera Nyx has stolen a lot of things. Ryker Starshadow’s ship may be the first one to steal her back.Nine years ago, Vera left Ryker with a broken heart and an impressive number of unanswered questions. Now she’s returned to steal his ship.She insists it isn’t personal.Hidden aboard is the last thing she has from the pirate captain who raised her: an elegant jeweled cane with an obscene secret and a map to the legendary lost treasure of Aurex the Gre...

BLURB COMING SOON for this small town rom-com with spicy lessons and the town bad boy!This is book #3 in the Bayshore - the Keegan family series.

BLURB COMING SOONThis is book #3 in the Nightingales of Wall Street series by Ember Leigh

A steamy five-book set from USA Today bestseller Ember Casey. Includes an exclusive extended series epilogue!Meet the Fontaines: Hollywood royalty. L.A.'s most notorious bad boys. Permanent stars of the tabloids. And the wickedest, most devilish lovers around...This set includes the complete Fontaines series plus special bonuses!THE SWEET TASTE OF SIN (BOOK 1): To the rest...

When former Earth prisoner Reisa discovers her abducted family is alive and enslaved in the brutal mines of Eltumb, she will risk everything to save them. Even if it means trusting Tauche, a towering, fiercely protective blue alien prince whose twin hearts beat in dangerous harmony with her own.As they race through hyperspace, dodging ruthless pirates and navigating the perilous depths of the galaxy, the line between rescue mission and consuming passion blurs. With enemies closing ...

The brass bulb on Lucia Ferraro's porch is not a sensor. It is a signal. When it burns after nine, her husband is out of town, the rule they made at the property line is in force, and the man next door is allowed to cross the hedge if he can say the word back.Callum Briggs has wanted her since a block party and a look that lasted one second too long. Tonight the light is on. She meets him at the side door in a rust silk robe tied hard at the waist, breasts covered, nothing undernea...

Wren Solano hired Ibarra and Brennan to open the walls of her half-gutted warehouse loft and finish the rough-in before the drywall hid everything. She did not hire them to stay after the sandwiches, or to look at her like the outlet heights were the least interesting thing in the room.Rafael is broad, steady, and impossible to rush. Ellis is leaner, filthier-mouthed, and done pretending he has not been hard since she said bed wall. The freight door stays propped for a delivery tha...

Jules Navarro came to Station 9 to get off a city engine and out from under a lieutenant who wanted him quiet. Captain Malcolm Okoye does not do quiet. He is bigger, older, silver at the temples, and he has been watching the new man repack the crosslay since day two.After a canyon brush fire, the rest of the house goes home. The bay door stays up on the chief's order. The alley is empty until it isn't. What starts on the concrete beside Engine 9 is explicit, filthy, and nowhere in ...

The gate at Nightwick tastes visitors and almost never answers. Sera Almeida arrives in a storm to verify a night-bloom and sign a sheet before dawn. She is the circle's field botanist, practical, curvy, and not in the market to be kept. The man who keeps the wards is a different problem.Ivo Pell does not hurry. He tells her the heat in her skin is the house recognizing a match, not a trick, and that skin-to-skin is only a wrist at the bench unless she asks for more. He gives her a...

After the last clinic skater leaves The Boards, the private rink belongs to the man who owns the keys. Rourke Ellison has spent months not touching the trainer who tapes ankles in an emerald zip or the equipment lead who stays late to finish the stones. Thursday night they stop hinting.Sable and Willa have already said it to each other in the car. They want him. Both of them. On the home bench, in the glass box that faces the lot, in the shower stall that does not lock from the out...

The cold room should have been empty. The crematory van had already run, the rental casket was latched, and Julian Cho had the chapel to himself until the florist tried the street door at dawn.Then a man was sitting on the steel table who was not on the slate.Theron Ash is a collector in a man's shape: pale, silver-cropped, too large for the coat he does not bother to close. The name he came for is alive in a bar on Water Street. The ledger gave him the slack hours until li...

The Salt Room locks at midnight. Amira Soltani has spent a month pretending the looks in the warm room were about a sticking valve.Bastien Morel owns the private hammam, broad and bronze and done with almost. Anders Holm runs the heat, lean and precise, and has wanted his mouth on her since March. The alley door does not latch. The night guard walks the courtyard at one. The long stone bench is still warm, and the lamp is low enough to hide shapes if nobody turns around.Wha...