Meet the infamous Ross, black sheep of the family and bully extraordinaire… I drink too much, smoke too much, screw around. I’ve hurt people, been in and out of prison. I’m a bastard, a beast. I’m a bundle of joy. I mean, my own dad tried to kill me, what does that tell you? Then again, my dad did kill my mom, so maybe it isn’t just me. Who the hell knows. The world sucks and I’m giving it the finger in every damn way, except… Except there’s a girl. Pretty. Hot. Clever. She didn’t get the memo—that she should hate me, shun me, kick me when I’m down. That the world screwed us all over. She believes in the future—and sometimes she seems to even believe in me. Big mistake. I’m bad news. I made her suffer in the past, and nothing has changed. I’m not an angel, not a saint. No good. But for some reason I don’t get, I can’t let her go down with me. I find myself trying to be better for her, pretending to be someone I’m not. And if that doesn’t ring some damn big alarm bells regarding my sanity, well… then I’m done already.

From Sex and the City (Warner, 1997) to The Sexual Life of Catherine M. (Grove, 2002), literary tales of modern women's sexual escapades have never been more popular. Titillating details about the sexual lives of some of the nation's most eligible bachelors and the author's connections in the world of print journalism guarantee vast coverage in major newspapers and women's magazines. The vicarious pleasure at witnessing such bad behavior has never been so much fun. The author is a freelance journalist whose pieces regularly appear in the New York Times, Vogue, and Harper's Bazaar.

Steel's a prick. He stole my heart when I was a kid, and ever since, he's refused to let go. He's clung to me, even as he pushed me away, and I'm tired of it. I'm over it, and over him. Of the games we play together, the endless waltz of him hurting me to shove distance between us. So I'm out of there. My future is medicine. If I turn into a crazy cat lady, then so be it. I'm good with that. At least Mrs. Biggins can't hurt my heart when she poops in my shoes... Of course, Mrs. Biggins doesn't kiss like Steel either. One kiss. That's all we've had together, and it haunts me. My nights, my days, my waking moments, my sleeping ones. A single kiss. Where everything, the stars included, aligned and just felt right. But Steel isn't mine to have... by his choice. And I've dealt with that. For years. So when he suddenly changes his mind? What am I supposed to do? Just fall at his feet? I don't think so. Find out if Steel and Stone can ever be together in STEEL, book four of A Dark & Dirty Sinners' MC series.

The moment I saw my elf, I knew I was going to keep her. Nick Bah, humbug. It's a cliche, but I don't care. I have little use for the holidays, even though my birthday falls on Christmas, and I don't care if the employees in my dad's company love me like they did him before his retirement. It's not a requirement of the job. So how do I find myself stuffed into a padded suit and playing Santa at the corporate Christmas party? I don't mind that much when I meet Holly, my volunteer elf for the evening. She's sweet and sassy, with curves in all the right places. All it takes is one look to know she's mine, and I'm going to keep her. Holly St. Nick sweeps me off my feet, and I start to fall for him. That's great until I learn he's the one trying to move our daycare. How can I love a man with a grinchy soul? Is there more to Nick than that? One thing's for sure. He's no saint. Pure Escapes are steamy novellas that get right to the point. They offer crazy insta-love, heart-pounding desire, and improbable scenarios. They're pure escapist fantasies. Enjoy!

Marcellin Champagnat had a practical mind. This trait was evident throughout his life. He also had a strong will; it made him a determined and persistent leader. These qualities were great gifts. No doubt, at times, they could likewise be maddening. Like all of us, the future saint had those areas in his life where he fell short of the ideal. He is a saint not by his own merit, but rather because he allowed God's grace into his heart, where it took root and flourished. Marcellin Champagnat took seriously the Good News of Jesus Christ. He was a holy man because he lived his ordinary life exceptionally well, and did ordinary things with extraordinary love. Having discovered the joy of the gospel and letting it transform him, he wanted to share with other, particularly the young, all that he had seen and heard. "To love God," Marcellin often said, "to love God and to labor to make God known and loved--this is what a brother's life should be." With these few words, the future saint painted his own portrait and recounted his own story. His was a heart that knew no bounds.