STANDALONES
Five standalone romances. No series, no rules.
The Books
Billionaire Bastard
Sebastian Quaid is brilliant, cold and completely impossible. He doesn't learn names or say thank you, and he never, ever touches anyone.
He also doesn't recognise me.
Twelve years ago I was the first girl he kissed. I was also the girl who walked away. Now he's a billionaire with a jaw like a locked door, and I'm the woman who keeps his life running smoothly.
Until the workday ends. I'm his employee and nothing more.
After that, I'm the only person in the building who isn't afraid of him. And he's about to find out exactly how much trouble that makes me.
The Broken Promise
She made me a promise once. I remember every word.
I have been patient. I have watched her choose the wrong men, again and again, whilst I waited in plain sight, close enough to touch, careful never to take what she hadn't yet learned to give.
But patience has a limit, and I have found mine.
She thinks she knows what she's afraid of. She has no idea. Every secret she's buried, every hunger she's ashamed of, every dark inch of her she keeps locked away from the men who claim to love her, I already own it. I've been collecting her, piece by piece, for longer than she's been counting.
She belongs to me. She has since before she knew my name.
It's time she found out exactly what that means.
I Hate Everything About You
Ten years ago, Knox Harlow made Briar's life hell. Then she left, rebuilt herself from scratch, and never looked back.
Until her mother got sick and she had no choice.
Now she's back. He's still here. And nothing about him is what she prepared for. Not the way he looks at her, not the way the campus worships him, and definitely not the way her own body keeps betraying her best intentions.
She knows exactly what this is. She is getting the psychology degree to prove it.
Knowing doesn't help.
Dark, explicit, and refusing to apologise for either. For fans of morally complex heroes, heroines with teeth, and romances that earn every page of their happy ending.
The Inheritance Clause
The inheritance has conditions.
Stay one year. Endure whatever Caspian DeVeer decides that means. Watch the payments clear each month and keep my mouth shut.
Simple enough, when the alternative is a six-year-old dying in a hospital bed.
Caspian is cruel, controlled, and carrying scars I wasn't supposed to see. I'm strategic, patient, and running out of reasons to keep hating him as straightforwardly as I'd like.
Three hundred and sixty-five days. A fortune at the end. A brother who gets to live.
I just didn't account for what I'd want to stay for after.
Absolute Infatuation
Everything about their love was real, except the parts that weren't.
He fell for her voice, her memory for every small thing he'd ever told her, the way she never once made him feel alone. She fell for a man worth crossing an ocean for.
The tickets are booked. The countdown is almost over.
But love was never going to be the hard part.