Maxim Montgomery is a successful telecomm sales manager, lifetime bachelor, and breathtakingly beautiful. His biggest commitment is to his dog. He has no intention of ever settling down. Can he be convinced otherwise?
As Max and Jen’s friendship grows, the chemistry between them is undeniable and soon Max makes her an offer that is near-impossible to resist. Does she have the guts to risk it all?
He owns the hottest lifestyle club in all of New York City. It’s secretive, exclusive, and caters to Daddy Doms.
Romance author, Samantha Bellamy, is shocked when she attends a book signing and runs into her high school crush, Martin Taylor.
He’s a billionaire with a secret. He’s owner of an exclusive club for Daddy Doms and littles to openly explore the lifestyle.
He’s also notorious for his playboy personality, bedding a new woman every night.
There’s a deal to be made worth potentially billions and Martin can’t let it get away. The only problem is the board of directors doesn’t like his playboy persona.
He offers Samantha the deal of a lifetime. Marry him for eighteen months and receive two million dollars for her trouble. The only catch, no sex.
Oh, and she has to call him Daddy!
Landing Wentworth Customs is a dream come true.
Until I meet the owner.
Damian is rude, dismissive, difficult, and annoyingly hot.
He doesn’t think he needs my help, but fortunately his CFO thinks differently.
At first, my plan is to avoid him completely and just do my job.
But the low-slung jeans and obnoxiously tight t-shirts make it hard.
Soon I find myself bent over his desk and enjoying every minute of it.
But just when I think I’ve cracked Damian’s hard exterior,
He slams it shut in my face again.
I’m determined to finish out my contract and be done with him,
But I’ve gone and done the thing I said I’d never do—I caught feelings.
Now when my life is hanging in the balance,
Will Damian show up to save me, or will he leave me dangling when I need him most?
Years of celibacy was my way of life.
Now Angela’s presence makes things exceptionally….hard.
She was supposed to be my hostage.
But Santa must have a sick sense of humor.
I’m addicted to every inch of her…
Her sweet scent.
Her curvy hips.
Those eyes filled with innocence.
I’m afraid nothing will stop me from having all of her.
The problem is I don’t ask. I take. And once I start….
There isn’t a single inch of her I won’t devour.