Loving his curvy lamb will be this former SEAL's easiest ride yet.
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Shep
Ainsley Foster has the brightest eyes and sweetest smile I've ever seen.
Whatever she's running from sent her straight to my gym.
I want her to run right into my arms.
But earning her trust is no easy feat.
All she knows of motorcycle clubs is what she's seen on the news.
She knows nothing of men like me—those willing to die to protect the people they love.
No matter, though.
Teaching this sweet lamb will be the easiest ride of my life.

Ainsley
Shep Stratford is the strongest man I've ever met.
He's ex-military. Quiet. Ridiculously sweet. Wickedly hot.
He's also in a motorcycle club.
Yet, when I'm anywhere near him, all I feel is safe.
He knows I'm running from something. He says it doesn't matter.
But he doesn't know the biggest billionaire in Wyoming is looking for me.
When he finds out the truth, will he still want to keep me?
Or will my uncle's money ruin the best thing in my life?

This month 24 of your favorite short and steamy authors have come together to bring you a new motorcycle romance each day! The Men of Valor are more than ex-military bikers – they know what it means to go the distance for love.
Hop on the back of a bike and hold on tight to your new book boyfriend – it’s gonna be one hell of a ride!

Shotgun's (B)Ride by Frankie Love
Curvy Ride by Hope Ford
Savage Ride by Cameron Hart 
Knight Ride by Kat Baxter
Wild Ride by Shaw Hart
Rough Ride by Mila Crawford & Aria Cole
First Ride by Loni Ree
Filthy Ride by Lily Nicole
Hard Ride by Tory Baker
Thick Ride by Elisa Leigh
Let’s Ride by Hope Stone
Sweet Ride by Megan Wade
Lucky Ride by C.M. Steele
Slow Ride by Mayra Statham
Wicked Ride by Lana Love
Her Ride by Flora Ferrari
Ride or Die by Poppy Parkes
Virgin Ride by Barbra Campbell
Free Ride by Anita Knight
Bare Ride by Lena Lucas
Ride Me by Fern Fraser
Bad Ride by Dani Wyatt

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask, shoving my hands underneath my bottom to keep from fidgeting. I lock my eyes on Shep's broad chest, not sure I want to see his expression while we have this conversation.

"Ask away, little lamb," he says, drumming his fingers on the desk.

"Why did you hire me?" I whisper. Of course my cheeks heat as soon as the question leaves my lips. My stomach clenches, my nerves jangling. "I mean…I don't exactly look like I belong at the front desk of a gym. I know I'm–"

"Fucking beautiful."

I jerk my head up at the sound of his growl. My gaze tangles with his, and I swallow hard. Lord, he looks mad. His eyes blaze with heat, anger stamped into every gorgeous line of his face.

"You're fucking beautiful, Ainsley," he says, his voice as heated as his eyes. "You think you don't belong because you've got curves? Baby girl, those curves of yours are sweet enough to make a man crazy. Believe me, I know. I'm the one who dragged you out of the bar last night because I couldn't fucking stand for anyone else to look at you the way I do."

"H…how do you look at me?"

"Like a man who can't see anything but you," he growls, leaning over the desk toward me. His eyes prowl all over my body. I feel them like a brand on my skin, searing me in places no one has ever touched before, in ways I've never felt before.

My whole life, I've been sheltered, raised by a man who did everything in his power to give me everything I could have ever dreamed of wanting. I've been spoiled and pampered…and so damn lonely. Longing bubbles up from those deep-down places that brought me here in the first place, the ones that made me run, emerging from my lips in a whimper.

"You belong here, Ainsley," Shep says, reaching out to touch the side of my face. "This gym, this town, this is your home now. You'll never belong anywhere more than you belong right here with me."

"Shep," I whisper, my voice shaking. All of me is shaking, aching to feel his skin against mine, not just on my cheek, but everywhere. I've been in love with him since I walked through the front door of this place. But I never thought…I never knew… God, maybe I am blind.

"Sooner or later, you'll let me in," he says, his voice softer now.

"Shep, I…" I want to tell him so badly about my uncle, about why I'm here and what I'm running from, but the words die on my lips, the truth refusing to come. Everyone is afraid of my uncle. As soon as they hear his name, they crack, and I end up right back in a glass bubble. Protected. Pampered. Miserable. I don't want Shep to crack. I don't want to have to look at him from inside my perfect little cage.

I want to stay right here with him because he's right…this is where I belong.

​"It's okay, lamb. I got time." He touches my bottom lip, smiles in reassurance. "I'm not going anywhere, baby girl. Promise you that."

She's the only thing this reluctant billionaire can't have…

Jax
Jessa Jordan is my dream girl.
She's sassy, cute, and her curves drive me wild.
The only problem?
She's completely off-limits.
She's my best friend's little sister…and I'm her new boss.
I knew inheriting my father's fortune was going to be a problem.
I did not expect it to be this complicated.
But I'm not willing to let Jessa go.
I'll find a way to make her fall for me.
Even if it means breaking every rule in the book.

Jessa
I've been in love with Jaxon Archer since I was a teenager.
He's gorgeous, smart, and so darn good to me.
I've always had a rule about dating my brother's friends.
But I want to break it for Jaxon.
The only problem?
His whole life just changed.
He needs his friends now more than ever.
And I'm terrified being with me will destroy everything for him.
But how I am supposed to let him go when he's all I've ever wanted?

Warning
When this growly billionaire falls for his best friend's curvy sister, the rulebook goes out the window. If you enjoy sassy women, over-the-top billionaires, and forbidden romance, you'll love Jaxon and Jessa's smoking hot story. This sweet, steamy romance from Nichole Rose comes complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.

The Alphas got a makeover! Same steamy sweet goodness. Brand new look!

Her Alpha Daddy Next Door: A homicide detective falls for his nerdy neighbor in this hilarious romantic comedy. If you enjoy instalove, crazy dogs, and over-the-top alphas, you'll love Carter and Luna's sweet, steamy story!

Her Alpha Boss Undercover: When a computer geek goes undercover at the family business, he runs right into his future in this over-the-top romance. "Ben Dover" will keep his BBW swooning.

Her Alpha's Secret Baby: Four months ago, the love of his life disappeared from this brooding alpha's life. Now she's back with a big secret. For a second chance with his curvy girl, this Goodson brother will take the biggest leap of all.

Her Alpha Protector: This tattooed alpha is determined to find out why his curvy girl has turned him down every day for six months. Once he learns the truth, he'll do whatever it takes to protect his woman in this steamy short romance.

Her Date with an Alpha: When this bossy billionaire meets a sassy kindergarten teacher, he's determined to claim her as his own. He's a man on a mission…and she's his target in this sweet romance.

If you enjoy instalove, over-the-top (OTT) alphas, and hijinks galore, you'll love this series of sweet, steamy stories.
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Dive into the series at: mybook.to/AlphaSeries

Every musician needs a muse...

Clayton
Addison Kissinger blew my mind the first time I met her.
Those sweet little lips whispering my name made me crazy.
She hasn't spoken to me since.
That hasn't stopped me from watching her.
Or kept me from craving her.
Half the world is screaming my name.
I want her begging it.
She's soft. Sweet. Sexy. Mine.
She doesn't know it yet, but she's about to find out.

Addison
I've loved Clayton Devine since the first time I set eyes on him.
So has the rest of the world.
He's a massive country music superstar.
Those skilled hands and that little boy smirk drive women wild.
I promised my best friend I would speak to him.
My boss just sent me on the road with him.
He probably thinks I'm just another annoying little fangirl.
He doesn't know it yet, but he's about to find out different.
Because I plan to bring this superstar to his knees.

Warning
When this older musician and his dream girl are thrown together, sparks hotter than a five-alarm fire will fly. If you enjoy obsessed musicians, heartfelt heroines, and karaoke hookups, you'll love Clayton and Addison. This sweet, steamy romance from Nichole Rose comes complete with a sticky-sweet and guaranteed HEA.

Cutie Pie is part of a multi-author collaboration*

This bossy hockey star just met his curvy match.

Laney
Weston Davies, bad boy of the NHL, was my dad's hero.
He's a beast on the ice…and off.
He's also rude, arrogant, and way too hot.
I came to the game to thank him for making my dad's last year so happy.
I'm leaving as the winner of a Valentine's Day date with him.
Why do I get the feeling he's behind my random selection?
And why am I thinking about actually following through?
This has bad idea written all over it.

Weston
Nothing gets me as heated as a bad call on the ice.
Until I save Laney Briggs from a wayward puck.
She's got the brightest eyes and the cutest annoyed face I've ever seen.
I probably shouldn't have offered to sign her chest.
I really shouldn't have scammed my way into a date with her.
But there's something about her that drives me wild.
She thinks I'm an arrogant jerk.
I think she was made to be mine.
Now I just have to convince her that I'm worth the hassle.

*The Sweet Hearts series is a collection of swoon-worthy Valentine’s Day love stories from some of your favorite romance authors! Treat yourself to all the books in the series:
PUPPY LOVE by Kali Hart
SUGAR PIE by Mae Harden
YOU ROCK by Lola West
DREAM TEAM by Anita Knight
MY HERO by Mazzy King
HEART OF GOLD by Fern Fraser
1-800 CUPID by C.L. Cruz
TOO SWEET by Lana Dash
CUTIE PIE by Nichole Rose
KISS ME by Kat Baxter
LET'S KISS by Barbra Campbell
HONEY BUN by Eve London

Two worlds will collide when an older tattoo artist meets his innocent future.

Asher
Kennedy Thorne is an obsession I can't shake.
One look into those big green eyes, and I'm hooked.
But the two of us are from different worlds.
I'm rough, dirty, and rude, with a past I can't hide.
She's an innocent little angel with big dreams and a bright future ahead of her.
But an angel this sweet was made to be corrupted.
I'd follow her to hell if she asked it of me. I'll give her heaven if she lets me.
Because I don't care what anyone says…she belongs to me.

Kennedy
Asher Reynolds is the perfect storm…big, fierce, and unexpected.
He's also the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
His tattoos tell a story I'm dying to know. So do his eyes.
Everyone treats me like I'm helpless.
Not him. He sees me. He knows me.
And he treats me like I'm his.
But his life is in Nashville, and my future isn't.
Can I really have him and my dreams, or are we destined for heartbreak? 
​
Warning
Two worlds collide when this bossy older man meets his talented younger woman. If instalove, an obsessed tattoo artist, a good girl with big dreams, and a wedding hookup sound like a match made in heaven, you'll adore Asher and Kennedy in this sweet, steamy romance. As always, a sticky sweet, and guaranteed HEA is coming your way.

"Wow," I whisper the next morning, staring shamelessly at Asher as I pull into the parking lot of the church and park. He's pacing outside the front doors like he's the nervous groom. He looks amazing and amazingly uncomfortable in his tux. The black fabric hugs his body to perfection, but he keeps running his fingers beneath the bowtie and scowling at the ground. When his mouth moves, I laugh quietly. He's cursing it out, I think.

"Elliot must be here already," Sophie says from the passenger seat when she spots him. She rode with me since she and Trick will be leaving together from here. "He's probably going to try to see me."

She doesn't sound very annoyed by the prospect even though she's the one who wanted to keep to tradition and not see him before the ceremony. I think she's regretting her decision. She misses him, which is adorable because they've been texting all day.

Asher spots her in my car and then his eyes drift to me. He stops pacing and goes incredibly still. For a long moment, we stare at each other through the windshield, neither moving, neither blinking. My heart flutters and races at the intense look on his face. Breathlessness creeps over me.

When it storms on the coast, wind rips through the water, sending waves to crash into and batter the stalwart shoreline. The marriage of fierce strength and stark surrender at the point of impact is breathtaking. Asher reminds me of that moment of impact. Finding beauty in something so fierce is unexpected, but he is so damn beautiful.

The doors of the church swing open behind Asher, shaking him out of immobility. My entire soul quivers with anticipation when he heads in our direction, his feet hitting the sidewalk with determination.

Sophie hops out to meet him. "Is Elliot here already?"

"Yeah, he's inside talking to the preacher," Asher says.

I close my eyes, reveling in the way his voice washes over my senses. It's rough and gritty, like the gravel strewn throughout the parking lot. But it strokes something deep inside me, stoking to life a little fire in my womb.

I take a deep breath, grab my bag, and climb from the car, circling around the hood toward them. Asher's eyes immediately come to me, raking like fire down my body.

"Asher, this is my friend, Kennedy Thorne," Sophie says, introducing us. "Kennedy, this is Elliot's brother, Asher."

My brain screams hello, but I can't seem to make my mouth work to respond. I take a step forward to shake his hand, but like a total dork, I stumble in my heels as if I've never worn them before.

"What the fuck?" Asher growls when my leg peeks out of the slit in my dress. His gaze snaps back to mine, searing me. His piercings are missing today, replaced with clear retainers. "Your dress is torn."

"What?" Sophie spins toward me, giving me a once over. "Where?"

"Her fucking leg is sticking out."

My cheeks heat, my heart slamming against my ribcage. Having him focused on me so completely is doing crazy things to my insides. Why can't I say anything?

"Oh. It's made that way," Sophie says, relaxing again.

"They made her dress with a tear in it?"

"It's not a tear, Asher. It's a slit," Sophie says, biting her lip like she's trying not to laugh.

"It's indecent. I don't like it." He glares at me like it's my fault or something.

"Then I guess it's a good thing it's not up to you, isn't it?" I mutter, scowling at him. He may be hot, but he's rude. The dress is beautiful. It's an A-line off-the-shoulder dress with a ruffle split front and a ribbon-like belt. The light fabric flows to the floor in a sweep train with a slit all the way up to my thigh. It's elegant and daring, but not even close to indecent. I feel feminine and confident in it.

"I'm burning it when I get it off you," he growls, glowering at me.

I gape at him for a moment, too shocked to respond. Who does he think he is, threatening to burn my dress? And he has another think coming if he thinks he'll be involved in getting it off of me after the wedding. He'll be lucky if he survives the wedding at the rate he's going.

"Everyone will be staring at you," he complains. "It's bullshit."

​I slam my hands down on my hips, scowling daggers at him.

"Wow," I whisper the next morning, staring shamelessly at Asher as I pull into the parking lot of the church. He's pacing outside the front doors like he's the nervous groom. He looks amazing and amazingly uncomfortable in his tux. The black fabric hugs his body to perfection, but he keeps running his fingers beneath the bowtie and scowling at the ground. When his mouth moves, I laugh quietly. He's cursing it out, I think.

"Elliot must be here already," Sophie says from the passenger seat when she spots him. She rode with me since she and Trick will be leaving together from here for their honeymoon. "He's probably going to try to see me."

She doesn't sound very annoyed by the prospect even though she's the one who wanted to keep to the tradition and not see him before the ceremony. I think she's regretting her decision. She misses him, which is adorable because they've been texting all day.

Asher spots her in my car and then his eyes drift to me. He stops pacing and goes incredibly still. For a long moment, we stare at each other through the windshield, neither moving, neither blinking. My heart flutters and races at the intense look on his face. Breathlessness creeps over me.

When it storms on the coast, wind rips through the water, sending once gentle waves to crash and batter the stalwart, resolute shoreline. The marriage of fierce strength and stark surrender at the point of impact is breathtaking. Asher reminds me of that moment of impact. Finding beauty in something so fierce is unexpected, but he is so damn beautiful.

The doors of the church swing open behind Asher, shaking him out of immobility. My entire soul quivers with anticipation when he heads in our direction, his feet hitting the sidewalk with measured determination.

Sophie hops out to meet him. "Is Elliot here already?"

"Yeah, he's inside talking to the preacher," Asher says.

I close my eyes, reveling in the way his voice washes over my senses. It's rough and gritty, like the gravel strewn throughout the parking lot. But it strokes something deep inside me, stoking to life a little fire in my womb.

I take a deep breath, grab my bag, and climb from the car, circling around the hood toward them. Asher's eyes immediately come to me, raking like fire down my body.

"Asher, this is my friend, Kennedy Thorne," Sophie says, introducing us. "Kennedy, this is Elliot's brother, Asher."

My brain screams hello, but I can't seem to make my mouth work to respond. I take a step forward to shake his hand, but like a total dork, I stumble in my heels as if I've never worn them before.

"What the fuck?" Asher growls when my leg peeks out of the slit on my dress. His gaze snaps back to mine, searing me. "Your dress is torn."

"What?" Sophie spins toward me, giving me a once over. "Where?"

"Her fucking leg is sticking out."

My cheeks heat, my heart slamming against my ribcage. Having him focused on me so completely is doing crazy things to my insides. Why can't I say anything?

"Oh. It's made that way," Sophie says, relaxing again.

"They made her dress with a tear in it?"

"It's not a tear, Asher. It's a slit," Sophie says, biting her lip like she's trying not to laugh.

"It's indecent. I don't like it." He glares at me like it's my fault or something.

"Then I guess it's a good thing it's not up to you, isn't it?" I mutter, scowling at him. He may be hot, but he's rude. The dress is beautiful. It's an A-line off-the-shoulder dress with a ruffle split front and a ribbon-like belt. The light fabric flows to the floor in a sweep train with a slit all the way up to my thigh. It's elegant and daring, but not even close to indecent. I feel feminine and confident in it.

"I'm burning it when I get it off you," he growls, glowering at me.

​I gape at him for a moment, too shocked to respond. Who does he think he is, threatening to burn my dress? And he has another thing coming if he thinks he'll be involved in getting it off of me after the wedding. He'll be lucky if he survives the wedding at the rate he's going.

​Two worlds will collide when an older tattoo artist meets his innocent future.

Asher
Kennedy Thorne is an obsession I can't shake.
One look into those big green eyes, and I'm hooked.
But the two of us are from different worlds.
I'm rough, dirty, and rude, with a past I can't hide.
She's an innocent little angel with big dreams and a bright future ahead of her.
But an angel this sweet was made to be corrupted.
I'd follow her to hell if she asked it of me. I'll give her heaven if she lets me.
Because I don't care what anyone says…she belongs to me.

Kennedy
Asher Reynolds is the perfect storm…big, fierce, and unexpected.
He's also the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
His tattoos tell a story I'm dying to know. So do his eyes.
Everyone treats me like I'm helpless.
Not him. He sees me. He knows me.
And he treats me like I'm his.
But his life is in Nashville, and my future isn't.
Can I really have him and my dreams, or are we destined for heartbreak? 

Warning
Two worlds collide when this bossy older man meets his talented younger woman. If instalove, an obsessed tattoo artist, a good girl with big dreams, and a wedding hookup sound like a match made in heaven, you'll adore Asher and Kennedy in this sweet, steamy romance. As always, a sticky sweet, and guaranteed HEA is coming your way.

COMING IN LATE DECEMBER!

"You are going to this morning meeting?"

"Yes."

He hums as if he's satisfied with my answer. "I will go with you," he says.

I open my mouth to object, but he's already turned away from me, repeating his comment to Bryant and Jason. Jason shrugs like he doesn't care one way or another. Bryant narrows his eyes on Knox, eyeing him in suspicion. Knox holds his gaze, not even fidgeting.

Whatever Bryant sees on his face seems to satisfy him because he chuckles and then looks at me. "Have fun," he says, his lips twitching.

I glare at him, but he just laughs again and then walks off, leaving me with He-Man. My gaze drifts to the giant, who gives me the same smile I'm convinced the Big Bad Wolf gave to Little Red Riding Hood right before he ate her.

"Let's go, He-Man," I mutter, and then gasp, mortified that I said that out loud.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem offended. He laughs, the rich timbre rolling over me like waves. "He-Man," he says. "I know this cartoon."

"You're Russian?" I ask, stepping out from behind the desk.

Knox moves closer to me. Without my consent, my feet move, putting me even closer to him. He's like a magnet, pulling me in. His scent rolls over me like his laugh did, sending another little frisson of heat twisting through me. He smells like cinnamon and myrrh, with some note I can't place. It's spicy, sexy.

I stumble a little bit before I manage to catch myself.

Holy moly. I need to stay far, far away from this man.

"Yes," he says. "I grew up in Moscow."

"When did you move here?"

"Long time ago," he says, his entire demeanor changing. He's almost…grim.

Maybe I shouldn't have asked?

"Oh." I head toward the elevator.

This giant Russian will fall like a ton of bricks when he meets his curvy angel.

Knox
Lauren York is the cutest little angel I've ever met.
Her sweetness is like nothing I've ever known.
And her innocence drives me crazy.
I know nothing of caring for such a girl.
I probably shouldn't have kissed her five minutes after I met her.
I definitely should not be chasing her all over the office.
But that won't stop me.
This little angel is mine. And I'm not giving up until she agrees.

Lauren
Knox Mikhail is a giant Russian bully.
He's also hotter than Hades, bossy, and growly.
I didn't mean to kiss him five minutes after I met him.
Or kick him in the shin right after that.
Now he says I belong to him.
Why does that sound so good?!
Oh, man. I'm in so much trouble here.

​Warning
When this older Russian meets his curvy younger woman, he falls head over heels. If office romance, over-the-top Russians, and sassy heroines make you happy, get ready to fall for Knox and Lauren in this laugh-out-loud romantic comedy. This sweet, steamy romance from Nichole Rose is chock full of all three…plus a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.

I head toward the elevators with a chorus of congratulations ringing in my ears.

"Where's she at?" I ask Jason when I make it upstairs and don't see her at her desk.

"Bathroom, sir." Jason nods toward the door, his lips pursed. "Ms. Dawes is in there with her. I'm going to make some changes to security protocols so shit like this never happens again. I want someone posted at the doors at all times. I want someone in the parking deck too."

"Send me what you need," I say without hesitation. "I'll make it happen."

"I think we need to install a panic button at Lauren's desk too," he suggests. "We can set it to alarm in our offices and in yours."

I jerk my chin in a nod, striding toward the bathroom. It might be overkill, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Especially with people like Lily's uncle wandering around. He's probably not the only one with an axe to grind, not with the amount of money we deal with every day. I should have recognized that earlier, but I thought this place was safe as houses. I won't make that mistake again.

"Make it happen. Hire whoever you need and spend whatever you need to spend to make sure that fucker doesn't come near this property again." I hesitate just outside the door, looking at Jason. "You and Miranda?"

"Yes, sir. She's mine."

"Take care of her. She means a lot to my Lily."

"Lily means a lot to her too."

"You know who she is?"

"I know."

I nod again, relieved she told him. Miranda doesn't tell many people about her family. She never mentioned them to me, but I knew. Her father and I occupy the same circles. "Wasn't sure if you did or not. She hasn't told anyone, as far as I know. Figured she'd come out with it when she was ready."

"She wants to be accepted for who she is."

"Being that kind of rich is lonely," I say. Lord knows, I've been there. "People treat you differently, see you differently. It's fucked up. I'm guessing she knows how that feels. Her secret is safe with me, and she has a place here as long as she wants it."

​"Thank you," he murmurs. "This place means a lot to her. I appreciate you watching out for her."

"It's what you do for family."

He'll do whatever it takes to claim this little angel…even if it means turning his entire life upside down.

Grant
Lily Tremaine is the prettiest little angel I've ever seen.
Her innocence calls to me like nothing else ever has.
She's supposed to be my assistant.
I want her to be my world.
I probably shouldn't have threatened to fire her five minutes after I met her.
And I definitely shouldn't be thinking about planting my kid in her.
Except I did. I am. And not a thing in this world is going to stop me.

Lily
Grant Davis has fired more assistants in the last month than I have fingers…including his sister.
But that's not going to stop me from doing what I was hired to do. Or so I tell myself.
I didn't plan on him being so hot and bossy.
I also didn't plan on calling him a rude jerk five minutes after I met him.
And I definitely didn't mean to fall in love with him.
Oh, boy. This is not at all what I expected.
​
Warning
When this older alpha male meets his innocent younger woman, he falls like a ton of bricks. Now he just has to convince her to fall too. If office romance, mouthy heroines, and over-the-top CEOs make your heart pitter-patter, get ready to fall for Grant and Lily! All Nichole Rose books come complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.