Innocence Claimed contains all three books in the sweet, filthy, and oh-so-wrong in the best kind of way Innocence Claimed series.His Little Bad Girl, book 1:Her name is Tempest Kensington. She's never been touched. She's my student; I'm her headmaster. But I want to know how sweet she tastes when she's claimed for the first time. Screw the consequences. I know I'm blurring the lines, but I. Do. Not. Care. Tempest Kensingt...

Matt Hansen. Hot single daddy. Arrogant. Rude. Older. My boss. Totally off limits...right?Matthew Hansen is the kind of handsome that has grown women whispering behind their hands and giggling like schoolgirls. Dark, tall and mysterious, he's a newcomer to our little town. He's a gritty, grease-covered mechanic, and a single daddy. Sweet, right? Plus, he's looking for a nanny - and I am desperately looking for a job. Sounds like the perfect deal.Only he's a...

Five brothers in all but blood, five girls who love them, emerging from a past fraught with darkness and danger.There are wedding bells, and baby cries and laughter all around. They have found their happy ending.Only one cloud is marring these blue skies, and it has to do with Zane, the rock of the brotherhood. Nobody knows exactly what is wrong, but here's the thing, folks: There are five of us, and we stand all for one and one for all. If you mess with on...

Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from unrequited love. But it's time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive calling.What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps seeing around campus could be a great one - only he is the new poetry professor - the married poetry professor.Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist - rude, arrogant, and broody - but his glares and taunts don't scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry, but she...

There are three of them. Three boys. We're friends, neighbors, our lives linked through disaster, fear, and pain.I love them all. Not sure I can live without them.Can we just stay friends? Can we ignore the desire flaring when we're around each other? Can I kiss one and not the other?I can't choose. Don't want to choose. And I'm not sure they can, either.This story will either end up in heartache, or as any story should - in a happy ending.

I thought I was a normal kid once.Do normal kids have to beg door to door for food? Not sure. It wasn't always that bad, I guess - and then it was. Really f--king bad.I tried to protect my younger brother from the fallout. Lied to him about how bad things were. But it wasn't enough. And when the accident happened, he blamed me, like everyone else.I'm guilty of many things. He's right about that, at least. So damn guilty I'm sure everyone knows and w...

They call me Zen-man, the cool-headed one, the protector.I keep an eye out for everyone, take them in, find them homes. They think I'm the calm and collected one, the self-assured one, the one who knows the way. They think they see me. They think they know me.But they're all wrong, because inside I'm broken. I have a jagged hole in my soul I can't fix, a festering blackness. I've been to the pits of hell, and nobody comes back unscathed. Life in foster care...

He’s empty, inhuman, dishonest, and cruel.She’s never wanted anyone more.Sydney has lived in fear for eight years after freelance assassin, Merc, failed to rescue her from a cult-like militia group. Left in the hands of a sadistic man, she did whatever it took to survive. But Merc’s last words gave her hope. Hope he’d be back to finish the job.Merc knows just what to do with a fearful girl like Sydney after he was ...