If happiness is a gift.Then Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus.I can't tell you the exact moment I fell in love with him.Only that I did.With every glance, every touch, every minute.... he stole a little more of me.They say that all men are created equal.Well that's a blatant lie!I know because I met Gods gift to women in Vegas,I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man.He took our fake marriage seriously and it became his personal goal to consummate.He spoke to me in French and I lied to him in German.His laughter was addictive.But I thought what happens in Vegas would stay in Vegas.Until it didn't.Dr. Stanton turned up where I least expected and my lies came back to haunt me.The attraction is palpable.The secrets unchangeable.I need him more than air.This is a stand alone, contemporary romance.

Book Two of the international best seller Dr Stanton. Follow the next five years for Cameron Stanton and Ashley Tucker. If happiness is a gift. Then Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus. I can't tell you the exact moment I fell in love with him. Only that I did. With every glance, every touch, every minute.... he stole a little more of me. They say that all men are created equal. Well that's a blatant lie! I know because I met Gods gift to women in Vegas, I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man. He took our fake marriage seriously and it became his personal goal to consummate. He spoke to me in French and I lied to him in German. His laughter was addictive. But I thought what happens in Vegas would stay in Vegas. Until it didn't. Dr. Stanton turned up where I least expected and my lies came back to haunt me. The attraction is palpable. The secrets unchangeable. I need him more than air.

NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author James Swanson delivers a riveting account of the chase for Abraham Lincoln's assassin. Based on rare archival material, obscure trial manuscripts, and interviews with relatives of the conspirators and the manhunters, CHASING LINCOLN'S KILLER is a fast-paced thriller about the pursuit and capture of John Wilkes Booth: a wild twelve-day chase through the streets of Washington, D.C., across the swamps of Maryland, and into the forests of Virginia.

Ben We met five years ago when I was her family’s bodyguard. Our time together was a secret. Her touch was different…. addictive. I fell hard and fast and then I left. I’ve thought about her every day since. As I sit here at a wedding watching her with her new boyfriend……I have regrets. Regrets for the past things I’ve done. But I won’t regret what I’m about to do. I need her beneath me. I’m having her tonight. Bridget. It’s the little things I remember about Ben. His smile and the icing sugar he had on his pancakes. What started out as private jokes between us soon turned into private visits. The quiet man at the back of the crowd. His dry wit made me laugh. His dominant body ruined me forever He never told me he loved me, until he was leaving. That was five years ago. Things are looking up for me. I met someone, someone special. But Ben is back. I find myself thinking about him ......more than I should. No matter how hard my heart is freefalling from my chest. I will never go back there. You only get to break my heart once. This is a stand alone, Contemporary romance.

Holiday romances are supposed to be fun.....and quick.......not burned into your damn brain. My skin is branded with her name, my heart is branded with her betrayal and now seven years later I have been forced to return to find that she is just as perfect as ever, the ultimate temptation. I don't want her and I definitely can't have her. I just need to get my libido to keep up with my brain.

He was gorgeous, older, and had the worst reputation in all of England. The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. Our first meeting was at a wedding, where he followed me outside and kissed me. Our second meeting ended in a huge fight with me kicking him out. Our third meeting, I went on a double, blind date. You can imagine my surprise when I saw familiar blue eyes across the table opposite my friend. Oh….no…. He was sarcastic and witty and damn, If he wasn’t the sexiest bastard I ever laid eyes on. Then he sent me an email listing thirty reasons why I should go on a date with him. I was expecting a suave and intelligent list. Curious, I read on. Reason 1 – I have white teeth. Reason 2 – I love my grandma. Reason 3 – I have a size 13 shoe – you do the math. The man’s a fool, his list was some of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read. And the funniest. We laughed hard…and loved harder. You can outrun everything……except your past. And his has caught up. Wild handsome players don’t fall for innocent girls like me, Or do they?

Greetings from the dead, declares Maxwell on the videotape he left behind after his mysterious disappearance.