The devil might be a liar, but this undercover cop won't allow the truth to stand between him and his curvy soulmate.

Creed "Devil" Thomas
Six months ago, I traded my badge for a cut.
My assignment is simple.
Embed myself with the Diamond Kings and find a way to take down their rival, the Savages.
And then Jessie Long waltzes in.
Everything about her makes my blood boil.
She's too young, too innocent…too mine.
When she finds out who I really am, she'll hate me.
Unless I find a way to permanently tie this rebellious little spitfire to me.

Jessie Long
I used to think my brother, Risk, was the grumpiest biker I knew.
That was before Devil joined the Diamond Kings.
Every time I turn around, he's there. Watching me. Ordering me around.
Something about him makes me want to misbehave just to drive him wild.
But Devil isn't who he says he is. I'd stake my life on it.
This gorgeous man is up to something, and I intend to find out what.
The only problem?
The closer I get to the truth, the more I realize finding it might just destroy us both.

This OTT possessive older man will break all the rules to claim his feisty soulmate in this sweet and steamy age-gap romance from Nichole Rose. If you enjoy growly men on a mission, curvy heroines, and gritty MC romance, you'll love Creed and Jessie's story!

Everything is bigger in Texas. The men, their bikes, their guns, and even their hearts. On the biggest ranch in West Texas, you’ll find the Diamond Kings MC. A group of tough, growly bikers happy with their solitary existence. Until love walks in and challenges them to the ultimate test. It’s time for them to man up and accept their fate or they’ll lose their soulmates forever.

Eight of your favorite authors are bringing you stories from The Diamond Kings' Ranch. Come along with us as we take these MC brothers on the ride of their lives.

Can an orphaned heiress find forever with her father's best friend, or will a deadly secret destroy them both?

Raven Calloway
Three months ago, my father died.
In the blink of an eye, my whole life changed.
I'm homeless, penniless, and adrift.
Until I meet my landlord for the summer and my father's best friend, Rhys Flannery.
He grounds me in ways I never expected.
Sets me on fire in ways I've only dreamed about.
But he's keeping secrets that threaten to destroy us both.
How do I trust him with my heart when he's the only one capable of shattering it?

Rhys Flannery
Three months ago, my best friend was murdered.
When his daughter shows up on my doorstep, I can't turn her away.
She's everything I never knew was missing.
But she doesn't know the secrets I'm keeping.
Telling her what I know will destroy her entire world.
Keeping the truth from her may destroy us.
I refuse to let that happen.
I will protect her, even if I have to destroy myself to do it.

Beach House Beauty is a standalone addition to the Rental Rendezvous series. If you enjoy safe instalove reads featuring growly older men, strong BBW heroines, and sizzling romance, you'll love Raven and Rhys! As always, Nichole Rose books come with a sticky-sweet and guaranteed HEA.

Something about this grumpy lawyer fits this sunshiny runaway just right...

Jude "Fifth" Despora
Someone has been sleeping in my bed…only it isn't me.
And I didn't give her permission.
But when I finally come face to face with my little intruder, she knocks my world out of orbit.
Devin Arakas is the sweetest little treat I've ever seen.
I look at her and ache to be her daddy.
But I'm a lawyer, and she's off-limits.
Until I find out why she's hiding in my bed.
No one is taking her against her will.
Not her brother. Not her uncle. No one.
Not unless they plan to go through me and my MC.

Devin Arakas
I grew up in the biggest crime family in Texas.
I love them like crazy, but I'm not ready to go back to Houston.
Silver Spoon Falls is where I belong.
So when my brother and uncle show up to take me home…I run.
I didn't mean to get caught in Jude Despora's bed.
But I don't want to leave it either.
Something about the overprotective, gruff lawyer fits me just right.
He says he can't have me, but he can't keep his hands off me either.
No one makes my heart sing the way he does.
This man was meant to be my daddy.
But will he really fight my family for me, or is my fairytale destined to end in heartbreak?

These wealthy Texans have it all—Money, looks, power, their MC, and brothers. The only thing missing is someone to share it all with. There’s a shortage of eligible ladies in town but these determined men won’t let that slow them down. These MC brothers are going to turn the town of Silver Spoon Falls, Texas, on its ear looking for their curvy soulmates.
​

"Stop thinking about what?" a deep voice rumbles in the dark.

I scream, flinging myself away from him. At least I try to fling myself away. But whoever is in the room with me must be a ninja because they're standing behind me. All I manage to do is fling myself right into his arms.

They close around me and a surge of panic fires through me. My mind short-circuits, fight or flight kicking in. I thrash like a hellcat, trying to get free, but he yanks me up against his chest, easily subduing me. I manage to bring my knee up and slam it into his upper thigh, narrowly missing his groin.

"Fuck," he growls, momentarily relaxing his hold on me.

I use that split second to my advantage, yanking one hand free to scratch him.

"Son of a bitch," he snarls, grabbing me again. The next thing I know, I'm on the bed with him on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

"Let me go!" I cry, tears welling in my eyes as panic threatens to overwhelm me.

"Easy, baby doll," Jude rasps in my ear. "Easy. I'm not going to hurt you."

"J-Jude?" I gasp, every muscle in my body relaxing all at once.

"Yeah. Fucking hell," he swears, rolling off the bed. "Who did you think it was?"

"I…I…" I don't know what I thought. I wasn't thinking. "You grabbed me."

"I won't be doing that again," he growls, flipping on the light. "Jesus Christ, Devin."

I blink up at him, my stomach clenching. His white button down is rumpled, the sleeves rolled up. His hair is a mess and he's scowling daggers at me, but he looks gorgeous. Dismay courses through me when I see the scratches across his cheek.
"You climbed through my window," he says.

"I'm sorry." Naturally, I do the least helpful thing possible in this situation. I start crying. I don't even know why! Adrenaline, nerves, shame, fear? A combination of all four? I don't know. But I just assaulted him in his room, which I broke into…and he's a lawyer.

"Are you crying?" He sounds horrified. Looks it too.

"N-n-no," I lie, squeezing my eyes closed and then covering them with my hands like that's going to help hide the fact that I'm bawling.

"Jesus. Did I hurt you?" The bed shifts as he sits beside me. A second later, I feel his hands on me, running down my body as he checks me for injuries. His hands are warm and rough, but his touch is gentle. "Did I hurt you, baby doll? I need you to answer me."

"N-no," I whisper.

He expels a breath.

"I hurt you."

"It's a scratch, Devin."

"Are you going to have me arrested?"

He pries my hands from my face. "Look at me."

I shake my head.

"Look at me," he growls.

I reluctantly crack my eyes open to peek up at him.

"You've been sleeping in my bed for the last week." It's not a question or a guess. It's a simple statement of fact. He knows I've been staying here. Oh no.

"Please don't call the police," I cry, scrambling to sit upright as more tears pour down my face. "I p-promise I'll l-leave and not come back. I didn't t-take anything except a few snacks and a toothbrush and deodorant and books to read. I'll pay for e-everything." I try to slide around him off the bed, but he grabs me again, his hands fitting easily around my waist.

"Stop," he commands. "You aren't going anywhere."

My shoulders slump, defeat coursing through me in a black cloud of doom. It's over. He's going to call the police, who will call my brother. He'll bribe my way out of jail…and I'll never be allowed to leave Houston again. My freedom will end in handcuffs and humiliation.
​
I suppose that's fitting since it began in zip-ties and intimidation.

Can one magical night and two big secrets add up to forever for this billionaire and his curvy girl?

Cortez Blake
I fell hard for Piper's sassy attitude and gorgeous curves.
We had one magical night together, and then she disappeared.
She never even told me her last name.
I turned the city upside down looking for her, but I never thought I'd find her again.
Until I spotted her entering an upscale hotel in Chattanooga.
Now, I'll stop at nothing to make her mine forever.
There's only one problem.
Come tomorrow, I won't be the moderately successful man she met two months ago.
I'll be one of the biggest billionaires in the state.

Piper Daniels
I never meant to become a walking, talking cliché, but I did it anyway.
I gave my V-Card to a handsome man I met in a bar…and promptly fell in love.
Except when I woke up the next morning, he was gone.
I promised myself I'd forget all about him.
Until two pink lines changed everything.
Now, he's standing in the middle of the hotel where I work, and I'm still reeling.
He touches me, and I want to get lost in him.
But he disappeared on me once already.
Can I really trust that he won't leave me and our little secret all over again?

Warning
When this billionaire finds the curvy girl meant for him, he'll stop at nothing to claim her heart. If sugary-sweet and extra steamy romance, oops babies, and sassy heroines are your jam, you'll love Piper and Cortez! As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a sugary-sweet and guaranteed HEA.

This Navy SEAL is ready to wave his white flag of surrender and accept his fate when it comes to his curvy girl.

Beckett "Slate" Jennings
My first mission as a SEAL was almost my last.
Saving Dr. Jane Nayler in Yemen almost destroyed me.
Somehow, I survived and buried that pain deep.
Imagine my surprise when Jane's daughter shows up on my doorstep.
After three years, my neatly ordered world collapses around me.
Constance is everything I never knew I needed—beautiful, curvy, and sweet.
When she looks at me like I'm her hero, I know there's nothing I won't do for her.
Even if it means turning to face the past.

Constance Nayler
I've heard so much about Slate from my mom, I feel like I know him.
When she goes missing overseas, I run right to him.
If anyone can help me, the SEAL who saved her once before can.
She forgot to tell me that he's gorgeous…and bossy as can be.
Every time he looks at me, I feel him in my soul.
When he touches me, I go up in flames.
But time doesn't heal all wounds. It hasn't healed him.
Sometimes, it takes something even stronger.
Lucky for him, my spine was forged from steel.
He might be the hero, but this is one battle I plan to win.

When this possessive Navy SEAL meets the younger curvy girl meant for him, he'll surrender more than his heart to claim her. Get ready to fall hard, fast, and forever for Slate and Constance in this sweet and extra steamy short romance!

Meet the men of SEAL Team Romeo. At work, these warriors serve their country, protect the innocent, and generally kick ass. No matter the challenge, or the danger, they always have each other’s six. They’ve been too busy saving the world to find love. Until now.

While on leave, each of them is about to meet their match. These SEALs fight hard...and love harder. Whether she's the girl next door or the one that got away, when the right girl captures a Romeo's heart, she's his for life.

Get ready to fall for SEAL Team Romeo in this series of short and steamy romances from some of your favorite instalove authors.

Can a billionaire biker and his rival's curvy little sister find forever together…or is blood really thicker than water?

Andreas Romano
Thanks to my father's shady business practices, my life has devolved into putting out one fire after another.
The latest? Dealing with the rival MC he hired to strong-arm federal regulators into looking the other way.
The Hell's Vipers have been nothing but trouble.
Until I stumble across Catriona Grady, their VPs curvy little sister.
Her bright eyes and sweet smile are pure sunshine.
But falling for her promises nothing but trouble for me and my MC.
I guess it's a good thing I've never been one to run from a fight.
Because this little light is mine.

Catriona Grady
People always say blood is thicker than water, but they forget the rest of that saying.
My older brother may have raised me, but he's been nothing but trouble.
He treats me like property, and I'm not interested in being owned.
Until I run into his enemy, Andreas Romano.
When Andreas touches me, I come undone.
I'm falling hard for the gorgeous billionaire.
But there's no way my brother will let him have me without a fight.
It's time to choose my side.
Family...or forever?

These wealthy Texans have it all—Money, looks, power, their MC, and brothers. The only thing missing is someone to share it all with. There’s a shortage of eligible ladies in town but these determined men won’t let that slow them down. These MC brothers are going to turn the town of Silver Spoon Falls, Texas, on its ear looking for their curvy soulmates.
​

"Holy crap!" Catriona whisper-shouts.

I glance down at her.

"Bent is playing here tonight." She points at the giant banner stretched across the far wall. Bender's ugly mug is front center, his long hair, and dark eyes unmistakable. Women go fucking crazy over him. It's great for me. When he's around, everyone leaves me alone and bugs the hell out of him instead.

"Mmhmm," I say, chuckling. Most women would have asked a million questions by now about our plans for the night. Not Catriona. I think if I were anyone else, she'd have asked just as many questions and wouldn't have been satisfied until she had answers. But she knows she's safe with me. She trusts me to take care of her. "I thought you might like to meet Bender, little one."

"You know Bender?" She gapes at me.

"He's one of my brothers.

"Really? He's the one we're here to meet?"

"Yep."

"Catch y'all later," Grizz says.

"Thanks, man."

He gives us a two-finger salute and then takes off. I lace my fingers through Catriona's and head toward the stairs to go find Bender. The stadium is home to the Houston Rockets, so everything is decked out in team colors and memorabilia. Catriona barely notices. She walks quietly at my side for a moment and then peers up at me, her lip caught firmly between her teeth.

"You're a billionaire," she says. "Bender is a rockstar. Giant is…I'm not sure what he is, but he's something. Jude is a lawyer. Are there any normal people in your MC, Andreas?"

"Normal people?" I laugh quietly, leading her up the stairs to the second floor of the stadium.

"You know what I mean." She rolls her eyes at me.

"We're all normal, little one," I murmur. "We've just been fortunate in life."

"So that's a no then," she says, making me smile again. She's cute when she gets all snarky and sassy. "You're all ridiculously hot and crazy successful, aren't you?"

"First of all, I'm the only one you're allowed to look at," I say, hitting her with a hard look. "Everyone else in the MC looks like Peewee fucking Herman as far as you're concerned. Second, we're all successful, yes. But success looks different to each of us, rabbit. If Hands was asked to give up his practice to save even a single patient, he wouldn't hesitate. Hacker's family is probably worth more than mine. He could dominate the tech industry if he wanted to do it, but he's happiest here."

"I didn't mean it like that," she says softly.

"I know," I promise. "But my point is, each of us defines what success looks like to us and it's different for each of us. To me, success isn't money or power, little one. It's repairing the damage my father did to our company and our family. It's having a family of my own. It's love."

It's growing old with her. It's spending the rest of my life loving her.

Her expression softens, anxiety and consternation melting away.

"I don't want you worrying yourself, thinking you won't fit in because you aren't a millionaire or didn't come from money or don't own a company or haven't figured out exactly what your life is going to look like fifteen years from now," I murmur, gently tugging a loose curl as we reach the top of the stairs. "We're all still figuring shit out. We all want different things and we're all on our own paths to reach them. My brothers and I are just lucky enough to travel alongside one another along the way."

She stops walking and tips her head to the side, looking at me with wide eyes. "You're pretty smart, Andreas Romano."

"Yeah?" I grin at her.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure you're full of it, but you sure look pretty saying it," she says, and then squeals with laughter and dodges away from me when I try to get my hands on her. "I was just kidding!"

"You were not, you little liar."
​
"You're right. I wasn't. You did look pretty saying it," she says, laughing up at me with greenest eyes and the brightest smile I've ever seen.

This curvy teacher never anticipated being charged with murder…or falling for the bossy detective in charge of the case.

Ivy Kendall
Cameron Lewis is the man of my dreams.
Bossy, gorgeous, and fiercely intelligent.
When he touches me, I go up in flames.
There's only one problem.
He's a homicide detective.
And I'm the primary suspect in a murder I didn't commit.
I could lose everything, and so could Cam.
But whoever is trying to ruin my life doesn't get to destroy his too. I won't allow it.
One way or another, I will stop them from harming the man I love.
Even if it means sacrificing myself.

Cameron Lewis
Ivy Kendall thinks she's a fierce tiger.
I know she's a harmless little kitten.
She's also quickly becoming the center of my world.
But nothing is ever simple.
Someone is trying to frame her for a crime she didn't commit.
The closer we get to the truth, the more complex the case grows.
Clearing her name will free her.
But learning the truth may destroy her.
I can't let that happen.
I'll protect her, no matter the cost.

Crash Into You is a safe, sweet, and steamy full-length romance featuring a homicide detective and a curvy kindergarten teacher. If you enjoy sassy heroines, OTT protective older men, and steamy mysteries, you'll love this curvy girl romance from Nichole Rose and Ayden Morgen! As always, a sticky-sweet HEA is guaranteed.

*previously titled All Over You.

​A shiver rolls through my body at the feel of his warm breath blowing just inches from my neck. Fine strands of my hair shift with each exhalation from his lips.
 
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to run from a cop?" he asks, his voice pitched low. He doesn't sound angry though. He sounds…turned on. Before I can react, he cages me in with his arms, one resting on the doorframe beside my head while he unlocks the door for me with the other. He leans in, so close I can feel his lips shaping his next words against my ear. "Do that again and you won't be able to sit down for a week, kitten."
 
A whimper rolls from my lips, heat blasting through me at his threat. My core clenches, my stomach contracting.
 
I spin around to face him, banging the back of my head against the doorframe in the process.
 
His eyes are on fire, lust and frustration turning them a stormy gray.
 
"I―"
 
"Inside," he commands, leaving no room for argument in that single word.
 
I swallow convulsively as he pushes the door open and backs me inside, stalking me.
 
I have no idea what he's going to do when the door closes behind him. Spank me? Fuck me?
 
A case of nerves―or overpowering desire―makes me tremble.
 
He notices. Something flares in his gaze, that same wicked something that drew me in at Mitch's and again at the Red Room. That naughty, bossy bastard who knows exactly how to bring a girl to her knees. The one who knows precisely how far to push to make her beg for it and how much pleasure she can handle before she breaks. That look should be illegal. He hasn't even touched me, and I think I'm going to come.
 
Sweet Jesus.
 
I back away another step and then another, eyeing him warily as I try to decide if I should make a run for it and pray like I hell I get a door locked between us before he catches me, or if I should stay right where I am and let him show me all those filthy things that glint in his eye tells me he's so, so willing to deliver.
 
"Stop," he says, kicking the door to my apartment closed.
 
I immediately stop walking backward and drop my gaze to the floor. The laptop bag in my hand goes with it, falling with a dull thud to the carpeting at my feet.
 
Detective Lewis strides toward me, barely making a sound, or maybe he's stomping, and I just can't hear him over the pounding of my heart. He stops in front of me and wraps his hand around the side of my neck, tilting my chin up until my gaze meets his.
 
"You're a submissive little thing, aren't you?" he asks.
 
Submissive?
 
What?
 
"I'm not…."
 
He must see the shock on my face because his eyes widen and then that wicked smirk tips the corners of his lips up. The dark, smooth sound of his laugh rips through me, exactly like it did on the phone the other day. His finger sweeps across my bottom lip.
 
"Oh, kitten, you are definitely submissive," he says, flashing me that dimple.
 
"I'm―"
 
He cocks a brow and I instantly stop talking.
 
Okay, so maybe I am a little submissive. Just a tiny bit.
 
"Your mouth drives me crazy." He runs his thumb over my lip again. I think he's talking to himself more than me this time, his gaze distracted as it follows the path of his finger. "I can't stop thinking about it. I bet those lips would feel like velvet around my cock, wouldn't they?"
 
Those murmured, filthy words should offend the hell out of me. Instead, they pull a low moan from somewhere deep inside. I can't look away from him. The heat in his gaze, the way his lips move as they shape each syllable, and the sight of his pulse thrumming in his throat…everything about him in this moment is hypnotic, ensnaring me in his spell. I can't drag myself away from him. I don't want to pull away.
 
"I didn't expect you to be able to sing like a fucking goddess. Christ, that beautiful voice. And then you stood up there and called me out in front of everyone for staring at you? Like I could look away, Ivy. Like anyone could," he mutters. "Goddamn. I just need one little taste before I help you."
 
Before I can ask what he means by 'help me', his mouth is on mine. After one moment of relief for the mouthwash and breath mints he had tucked away in his car, my brain ceases to function.
 
He kisses me like he can't get enough, his lips sweeping across mine in gentle brushes before an animalistic groan vibrates in his throat and he goes deeper. His tongue plunges into my mouth to dance across mine as he pulls me closer, one hand tangled in my hair to angle my head, the other on my ass, lifting me into him.
 
I cry out when he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. The slight sting has me thrusting my hands into his hair as I try to climb his muscular body. His scent surrounds me, drugging me. God, he smells delicious, like heat and liquid sex.
 
"Knew it," he mumbles against my lips. "Fucking knew you'd go wild as soon as I had my hands on you."
 
He shifts against me and his erection presses into my stomach. He's massive, thick and hard as a rock. My entire body goes up in flames as he pulls me closer. Our tongues dance together before breaking apart and then coming together again. He keeps me in place with that hand in my hair as he palms my round ass through my skirt, kneading and massaging.
 
He's hard everywhere, his body firm and unyielding as muscles bunch and ripple with each movement he makes. The silk of his tie is cool against my overheated skin, the fabric of his suit as soft as Egyptian cotton.
 
"Wh-what are you doing to me?" I gasp, delirious with pleasure.
 
"Claiming what's mine," he says, nipping my bottom lip.
 
I should tell him no, that I'm not his. Something in the back of my mind tries to tell me there's a reason I can't be…a very good reason. But with his hands on me, I don't remember what it is. With his hands on me, it doesn't seem important. This does. The way he feels against me. The way he holds me. How intoxicating his kisses are.
 
He's my own personal storm, and I desperately want to let him rage.

One look at his curvy captive and this Mafia boss will risk it all. Even if it means toppling his own kingdom to the ground...

Rafe Valentino
A life in chains was the deal I made with my father to win my twin's freedom.
My soul is black with the things I've done to keep my promise.
I never regretted any of it until now. Until her.
Amalia Santiago's bravado and fierce defiance make me feel alive in a way I never expected.
I was never meant to fall for her.
I don't deserve to put my filthy hands all over her pristine body.
She's supposed to be my prisoner.
But now, she may be my downfall instead.

Amalia Santiago
When the devil came for my foster brother, I let him take me in his place.
I swore I'd find a way out of this mess for both of us.
Except Rafe Valentino wasn't supposed to have a heart...
And I wasn't supposed to fall for the ruthless crime boss.
So why do I come alive when he touches me?
Now, I'm one wrong move from destroying everything.
And nothing is what it seems.
How do I sacrifice the man I love to save my brother?

If you enjoy OTT possessive older men with a little bit of darkness in them and sassy, curvy heroines with heart, get ready to fall for Rafe and Amalia in this sweet and extra steamy romance. As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a guaranteed HEA.

Shaking, I climb to my feet and then step in front of Rafe. He leans back, looking up at me through dark lashes, every inch the king. But I see the cracks in his armor now, the thin spots where the steel isn't quite as thick. His nerves are raw, his shoulders tense.

I crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs.

His hands settle on my hips, his lips curving up at the corners. "What are you up to now, tigrotta?"

I desperately need him to make me his, but I don't say that.

"Well," I say, looping my arms around his neck and sliding down his thighs. I bite my lip, fighting back a moan at the glide of fabric and the thickness of his thighs against my bare skin. I'm still in a skirt. They're what I wear most days. I may be big, but the world can just deal with it. I refuse to hide behind baggy clothes and the weight of their shame. "I was thinking."

"About?" He slips his hands beneath my skirt, palming my ass. One fingertip skims along the band of my panties, teasing me.

"You gave me something I want," I murmur. "I should give you something you want."

"Yeah? I want you bouncing on my cock and screaming my name." He smirks, one brow arched. "Preferably with my hand around your pretty throat. I know how much you liked that this morning."

I moan quietly.

His smirk grows, his fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass. "Or maybe I'll take you face down so I can watch this ass bounce while I'm bottoming out in you. Tell me, Amalia, how hard do you think I can fuck you before you break?"

Not very. Not if he's going to use that wicked mouth and his filthy words.

"Depends," I say, leaning forward like I'm going to kiss him. I bring my mouth right up to his, until I feel his uneven breath pelting my lips. Something wholly wicked prompts me to flick my tongue out to touch his lip before I turn my head, denying him the kiss he silently demands. I kiss a trail along his jaw instead, slowly driving him crazy.

By the time I reach his ear, he's rigid and tense beneath me, his fingers gripping me hard enough to leave marks in my skin. I hope they do. I want a reminder of the moment I brought this man to his knees.

"On what?" he snarls.

"On how hard you want me to fight," I breathe before biting his neck. Hard.

He bellows my name like a bear, only he's not wounded. Not even close. I know that sound. I made the same one earlier today. It's ecstasy. This wicked, beautiful man likes it rough and dirty. And as it turns out, so do I.

It's freeing to know I'm not alone in this storm. That the maelstrom raging in my veins rages in his too. We're two imperfect people, but together, we're something that defies description. Yin and yang. Light and dark. We're polarity, the force that balances all things.

Maybe I'm supposed to be a frightened, quivering little virgin. But I'm not. In his arms, I'm powerful and safe. His darkness calls to the sexual, curious woman inside, the one eager to explore all those fantasies that make me ache with longing.
​
I want to yield to this man, give myself over to him, but I don't trust easily. He wants to possess me, to ruin me for anyone else, but this complicated man wants to worship me too. This—the way I fight him, the way he revels in it—isn't about consent. It's about submission.

An MC murdered her sister. To save her niece, this curvy girl's only choice is to place her trust and heart into the hands of another.

Tate Grimes
When people hear biker, they assume trouble.
That's not me or my MC.
I'm a respected pediatric surgeon.
I just happen to like the road at my back, the wind in my face, and the MC brotherhood.
My job and the MC are all I want…
Until Samara Lansing blows into my life and changes everything.
She's a fierce warrior determined to save her niece.
And she thinks I'm the surgeon for the job.
I've never mixed business with pleasure.
But the rules no longer apply.
Samara doesn't know it yet, but as soon as I heal her niece's heart…
I'm claiming hers.

Samara Lansing
Everyone says Tate Grimes is the best pediatric heart surgeon in Texas.
They didn't warn me that he's gorgeous, bossy, and a little bit cocky too.
I need him to save my niece. I didn't expect to fall for him.
Resisting him is futile.
Yet loving him is terrifying.
I know a thing or two about MCs and the men who cling to them.
One murdered my sister and orphaned my niece.
Tate swears he's different, and every instinct tells me it's the truth.
But trusting him to fix my niece's heart is one thing.
Can I really trust him to care for mine too?These wealthy Texans have it all—Money, looks, power, their MC, and brothers. The only thing missing is someone to share it all with. There’s a shortage of eligible ladies in town but these determined men won’t let that slow them down. These MC brothers are going to turn the town of Silver Spoon Falls, Texas, on its ear looking for their curvy soulmates.
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Spying on a bossy cowboy lands this hot mess romance author in hot water.

Cassia Murphy
I'm used to getting fan mail from readers.
I am not used to being told off by bossy cowboys.
But that's exactly what Cord Decker does when he emails me.
According to him, I know nothing about the cowboys I write.
I'll never admit it to him, but he's right.
Which is exactly why I suggest his hometown for the annual Galentine's retreat.
I can't strangle him in real life.
But no one ever said I can't make him sweat in my next book.
I just have to keep him from figuring out who I really am…
And keep from falling for him and his gruff ways.
Easy peasy, right?
Ha. I'm in way over my head.

Cord Decker
I don't know what prompted me to email Cassia Murphy.
But I can't keep the curvy blonde author out of my head.
I never expected to find her running for her life from one of my bulls.
Didn't expect to fall hard for her smart mouth either.
She thinks I don't know who she is.
She's wrong.
This sassy little romance author is mine.
I plan to teach her everything she needs to know about cowboys…
In bed and out of it.

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​"Don't tell me you're one of those PETA people," I mutter, running my hands all over her curvy body, worried as fuck the goddamn bull hurt her before I got to her. Seeing her running for her life shaved a good ten years off of mine. As soon as I heard the screaming, I came running to see what the hell was going on. Never expected to see her fleeing in terror from that fucking bull.
"PETA people?"
I opt not to answer her question. Just in case she is one. I've got nothing against vegans, hippies, conservationists, environmentalists, or anyone else really. But the fact that I raise cattle tends to rile most of them up. Never mind that my family and my ranch have done more to solve problems than they'll ever know.
"Are you hurt, pretty baby?" I ask.
"No." Her breath hitches when I call her pretty baby. And then she seems to catch hold of herself. Her stubborn little chin comes up and she swats at my hands. "Would you stop trying to touch all of my parts and let me up?"
"I'm checking for injuries."
"On my boobs?" she hisses.
I glance down and realize she's right. I've got a hand full of one perfect tit. It overflows my meaty palm, making me grin. God yeah, she's perfect. Exactly as soft as I knew she would be. The kind of sweet a man like me could drown in and not regret a second of it. Even dressed in all black—literally from head to toe—and covered in mud, she's somehow erotic as sin and as adorable as a day-old kitten.
"What the hell are you wearing, princess?" I ask, doing a sweep from head to toe. My brows rise as I really take in her outfit. Her black coat hangs open over a black long-sleeved t-shirt that stretches tight across her tits. Her matching leggings hug her thick thighs. They're soaked all the way to her knee on one side. She looks like a cat burglar. One ill prepared for the weather and the ranch.
"Clothes," she sniffs, pushing at my shoulders. Is it my imagination or are her cheeks red? "Will you get off of me, you giant bully? Jeez, you're bigger than that maniacal bull."
"Told you he was a bastard," I grunt, jumping to my feet. Hamburger stands a few yards away, his big body positioned between us and the herd. He's protective of the heifers…which is precisely why he still has horns. He's far better security than any cowboy with a gun. Meaner too.
I glance toward the ranch to see Jace and Toby hauling ass toward us. Of course, neither of them was smart enough to saddle a horse. It's a good thing Cassia isn't hurt. Fuck. I need to hire better help around here. I've got a ranch full of horny cowboys without a lick of goddamn sense between the lot of them.
"Excuse me?" Cassia sits upright behind me. "T-told me? I don't know you."
I turn to face her, wondering what the hell she's playing at. Surely she remembers calling me a video game playing basement dweller? The way she avoids looking directly at me tells me plain as day that she remembers me just fine. She just doesn't want me to know that.
"I'm a cattle thief," she blurts before I can sort out why.
"You're a cattle thief?" I blink down at her, trying not to laugh in her face. If she's a cattle thief, I'm a fucking ballerina. Why am I smiling so hard? Better question, why the hell couldn't her friend pick a better day to camp out at Cam's? I need him here to deal with…everything so I can carry this sassy little thing upstairs and plant my kid in her.
"Yes. A cattle thief. You should call the police and have me arrested."
"Right." I chuckle, running a palm over the top of my head. The only time she'll be going near the police station is when she's bypassing it to go to the courthouse to marry me. But I don't tell her that. I'm guessing by the panic in her voice, she doesn't want me to know who she is. Until I figure out why, I'll play her little game. But we're playing it by my rules. "Well, come on then, little cattle thief. Let's go."
"Oh, good, you believe me," she says, her shoulders sagging with relief.
"Any reason I shouldn't?"
"Nope, none at all." She beams at me, smiling so brightly the heavens part and angels actually fucking sing. My cock and heart throb, the blood in my veins resonating in time to that heavenly chorus. I've never been a religious man, but something about this wild woman has me ready to drop to my knees and praise Jesus.
Instead, I watch as she rolls to her knees. She tips her head back, her pretty eyes crawling up my body. I don't imagine the way they go glassy or the heat that steals across her round cheeks. Nor do I imagine the pink tip of her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.
"You're naked."
"Not yet," I say, grinning ear to ear. "But I'm willing to change that for you, princess."
She scowls at me. "I mean you're half naked. It's winter. Wear clothes."
"Tore my shirt."
"How? Hulking out of it?"
"Fixing the fence."
"You didn't do a very good job. Your bull was in the woods."
"He doesn't like fences. Actually, he doesn't like much of anything but heifers and raising hell."
She's too busy staring at me to hear what I said. She likes what she sees, even if she doesn't want to admit it. It's a good thing because she'll be seeing a whole lot of it real soon if I have my way. I'm not much to look at. I'm an old bastard compared to her. This way of living is rough. I spend most of my time with the sun beating down on me, yelling at ranch-hands. Ask any of them and they'll tell you my bite is a helluva lot worse than my bark, which is bad enough. Soft, I'm not. But I don't get the impression this girl needs soft. She's a wild one, full of fire and spirit.
I've read every word she's written. I know what makes her tick, what she dreams about, what she craves on that soul-deep level. Cassia Murphy wasn't made for a soft ass man. She was made for me. She might not know it yet, but she will soon enough.
Her breath trembles as she stares up at me, want stamped into every line of her gorgeous face.
Soon, pretty baby. Soon, I silently promise.
She seems to understand my promise and narrows her eyes in suspicion before sniffing loudly. I grin when that chin thrusts stubbornly upward, her nose shooting into the air. Fuck me. Didn't think it was possible to be this hard over something so goddamn adorable, but here we are, my dick wedged so tightly against the zipper of my Wranglers, I pity the bastard.
"What's your name?" I ask, curious as hell to know what bullshit lie she'll tell me.
"Cass…iopeia."
"Cassiopeia?"
She nods miserably, curling in on herself.
Huh. She doesn't like the name.
"That's a terrible name for a cattle thief."
"Blame my mom," she mutters, wincing as she climbs to her feet. She favors her left foot, keeping her right off the ground.
"Shit. You're hurt." I take two steps toward her, kneeling on the ground at her feet.
"No, I'm not."
"Let me see it."
"I'm fine."
"Let me see it," I growl.
She reluctantly places one hand on my shoulder, holding her foot out to me. Her black sneaker is soaked. I peel it and her sock—also black—off. Her delicate little foot is so cold it's damn near blue. I'm not surprised to see black polish on her toenails, but it makes me smile anyway. Of course she painted her nails black for whatever bullshit she's up to today. I prod gently at her foot and ankle, but don't feel anything broken. Her pained whimper breaks my heart when I gently rotate her ankle.
"It's not broken, but it looks like you twisted it pretty good."
"Stupid root in the stupid woods," she mutters under her breath.
"You fell?"
"No. A root tried to murder me, and a log decided to help."
I bite my lip, trying hard not to laugh at the offense in her voice. I tuck her sock into my back pocket and then grab her shoe before hauling myself back to my feet. She squeaks like a bird when I swing her up into my arms.
"What are you doing?" she cries. "Put me down!"
"You can't walk all the way back to the ranch with a twisted ankle."
"You're supposed to be calling the cops," she says, glaring at me.
"Cassiopeia…Can I call you Cassia?"
"Why?"
"Because Cassiopeia might have been beautiful, but she was a mortal queen. You're a fucking goddess, pretty baby. And you damn sure wouldn't have been placed in the heavens to be tortured for all of eternity," I growl.
"Oh," she whispers, her body softening in my arms. "I guess you can call me Cassia."
"Cassia," I say, fighting a smile when she softens further. "How do you expect the cops to arrest you way out here in the pasture?"
Her teeth sink into that pouty bottom lip as she looks around, sheepish. "I didn't think of that," she mumbles. "Fine. I guess you can carry me back to the ranch." Her eyes narrow on me. "But keep your hands to yourself or I'm telling."
"Yeah? Who you tellin'?"
"Everybody."