Fake dating my sworn enemy to make my ex so jealous he can't see straight? Worth it. Silas and I agree on one thing, and one thing only: my ruthless, heartless, narcissistic jerk of an ex-fiance needs to be taken down a notch. So we do what anyone would do: we pretend to be a couple. Even though Silas and I are polar opposites. Silas is a loud, cheerful, over the top showboat. He's his hometown's golden boy, the Marine who came back to rescue kittens from trees and walk old ladies across the street. And me? I'm the awkward new girl who freezes up around strangers and can't make small talk to save my life. It shouldn't work. We can barely have a conversation without arguing. There's no way we should be friends, let alone dating, except... Everyone believes it. Especially my ex. Now I'm having way too many real fantasies about the man who...

I’ve never loved anything that wasn’t trouble. Five years in prison was supposed to reform me, but it didn’t teach me sh*t. I tried to start fresh: new name, new town, new life. No more stealing fast cars, no more raising hell, no more women whose names I don’t bother learning. Yeah, I fcked that* up in no time at all, but it doesn’t matter. I never wanted to be a good guy. Not until I met Luna. She’s smart as a whip, fcking gorgeous… and a cop. A detective*. I know I can’t have her. She’ll see through my lies in a second, and she deserves a happy ending that I know I can’t give her. Hell, with my past chasing me down, I can’t even keep her safe. All I can give Luna is trouble, and I know it. But I can’t stay away. I’m not some doe-eyed ingénue. I date nice men. If I keep saying it, it’ll become true, right? What I don’t need is the sexy, rakish, tattoo-covered mechanic who’s got one dimple and a lifetime of working with his hands. I don’t need the man who lies to the police, obviously has problems with authority… and who growls filthy things into my ear when we’re alone. And I especially don’t fantasize about someone who’s a suspect in a double arson. It doesn’t matter if one glance from him makes me want to tear my clothes off, or if the way he calls me detective turns me into a puddle. I can tell that Stone is trouble from a mile away, and trouble’s the last thing I need. ...right? Convict is a full-length, 90,000-word novel with a happily-ever-after ending. This edition also includes the bonus books Loaded and Betting on Wolves, which means Convict ends at around 50%. **

Everyone knows you shouldn't have an affair with your boss. Valerie, a curvy single girl in New York City, is three months into her first job out of college. Her boss, the very wealthy and mysterious Jasper Declan, makes her a little nervous, but that's normal, isn't it? One night, they're alone together, working late on a big project - and the next thing she knows, Valerie is half-naked on her boss's desk. She knows better, but she just can't resist giving into temptation. But as the affair continues, it turns out that Jasper has certain... preferences. That is, he's looking for a curvy, sexy, beautiful submissive - and his assistant, Valerie, would be perfect. Will she give into her desires? Or will she do what she knows she should, and end the affair?