Warning: this collection contains 5 sexy age gap instalove romance short stories featuring young women and their determined alpha males! Includes An Offer from My Dad's Creditor, Knocked Up by the Tycoon, Caught by the College President, Wanted by My Fake Boyfriend's Dad, and An Offer from the CEO! An Offer from My Dad's Creditor "Lucky for you and your parents, I'm benevolent enough to offer an alternative method of payment," he says. From the lust in his gray gaze, I have a pretty good idea what the "alternative method of payment" is, but I ask anyway, "What do you want, Mr. Ricci?" "I want you to carry my child." His words make me lightheaded. Today was not a good day to skip dinner. "Um, what?" I ask, my legs trembling with the struggle to stay upright. Maybe I heard him wrong. No such luck. "I want you to carry my child, Paisley." Knocked Up by the Tycoon My breath stops for a moment. Is that…? I shake my head before I can finish the thought. Pregnancy has to be making me hear things. Because there's no way– "Alexa, look at me." My eyes bulge out of their sockets when a big familiar hand grabs my small one. Okay, I don't think my pregnancy brain can make that up. My imagination is not that vivid. I turn around, and my breath halts for yet another moment. Standing in front of me is Dallas Takahashi, my ex-boyfriend. And the father of the baby growing inside me. Caught by the College President I suck in a breath when my college president wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. "I…I have a boyfriend," I say, my voice coming out annoyingly breathy. He chuckles. "Oh, yes, your boyfriend, who seems like a real prize." He tugs at my blanket, exposing my bare shoulder. When he lowers his head and presses his mouth to my shoulder, I become breathless. Wanted by My Fake Boyfriend's Dad At the sight of Mike's father, I have to actively keep my jaw off the ground. One thing my friend neglected to tell me–his father is sexy. Mike's not a bad-looking guy either, but he got his golden hair and hazel eyes from his mother. Mr. Currant, on the other hand, has dark chocolate waves and intense gray eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome–just my type. An Offer from the CEO His face becomes serious. "I know your family has a lot of debt, Charity." I stiffen. Does a CEO normally concern himself with the financial troubles of a lowly office assistant? "There are your mother's unpaid hospital bills, your father's unwise loan to his brother, your own brother's gambling…" My grip tightens on my bottled water. How does he know all of that? "I'll take care of that debt," Adam says. I catch my breath. Chance Enterprises is a multi-billion dollar company, so I know he has the means to pay off my family's mountain of debt. "Why would you do that?" I ask. Then I remember that Mr. Chance is known for his philanthropy. Does he see me as a pitiful charity case? Is that why he has been so nice to me? "Because I want something in exchange." "What do you…?" I get my answer when he strokes the hem of my black pencil skirt.

From Sunday Times and #1 New York Times bestselling author of Things We Never Got Over Dominic: I got her fired. Okay, so I'd had a bad day, but there's nothing innocent about Ally Morales. Maybe her colourful, annoying, inexplicably alluring personality brightens up the magazine's offices that have felt like a prison for the past year. Maybe I like that she argues with me in front of the editorial staff. And maybe my after-hours fantasies are haunted by her brown eyes and sharp tongue. She's working herself to death at half a dozen dead-end jobs for some secret reason. And I'm going to fix it all. Don't accuse me of caring. She's nothing more than a puzzle to be solved. If I can get her to quit, I can finally peel away all those layers. Then I can go back to salvaging the family name and forget all about the dancing, beer-slinging brunette. Ally: Ha. Hold my beer, Grumpy Grump Face.

If he had been with me everything would have been different... I wasn't with Finn on that August night. But I should've been. It was raining, of course. And he and Sylvie were arguing as he drove down the slick road. No one ever says what they were arguing about. Other people think it's not important. They do not know there is another story. The story that lurks between the facts. What they do not know—the cause of the argument—is crucial. So let me tell you...

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Giana Darling comes an enemies to lovers, forbidden romance between an ice cold lawyer and her infamous mafioso client who is on trial for murder... I am the villain of my own story... Jilted by my fiancé. A disappointment to my family. Haunted by my childhood traumas. I felt so much all my life that I resolved to feeling nothing at all. Until I met my match. As the most infamous mafioso of the 21st century, Dante Salvatore was madly passionate, unequivocally bad, and entirely too dangerous to know. He was everything I abhorred, yet I found myself representing him in the biggest criminal trial of the decade. I was so focused on winning and achieving the success I deserved that I didn't notice the gorgeous black-eyed man's effect on me until it was too late. My icy heart had been held too close to his flame and now I wouldn't let Dante go down without fighting with everything I had in me. Even if the cost of a new life with him meant the loss of my old life and everything I thought I held dear. *Book One in the Anti-Heroes in Love Duet.*

THE FIRST NOVEL IN THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING ELDER RACES SERIES! Half-human and half-wyr, Pia Giovanni spent her life keeping a low profile among the wyrkind and avoiding the continuing conflict between them and their Dark Fae enemies. But after being blackmailed into stealing a coin from the hoard of a dragon, Pia finds herself targeted by one of the most powerful—and passionate—of the Elder races. As the most feared and respected of the wyrkind, Dragos Cuelebre cannot believe someone had the audacity to steal from him, much less succeed. And when he catches the thief, Dragos spares her life, claiming her as his own to further explore the desire they’ve ignited in each other. Pia knows she must repay Dragos for her trespass, but refuses to become his slave—although she cannot deny wanting him, body and soul...

Shattered. That's the best way to describe Claire Thompson after the ultimate betrayal. When her long-term boyfriend cheats on her, Claire decides she's done with men. Maybe forever. Healing the pieces of her broken heart seems like too impossible a task. Rumor has it the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new, but a rebound is the last thing she wants or needs, and she's definitely not letting her guard down for anyone, especially not for charming, sexy-as-sin, multi-millionaire playboy Avery Beck. Avery Beck, womanizer extraordinaire, prefers his women with no strings attached. Until he sets his eyes on Claire. As fiery and feisty as her hair, with stubbornness and tenacity to match, he's sure he's never worked harder for anything. Avery is determined to tear her walls down one piercing gaze, one lingering touch, one sweeping kiss at a time. He's never given up before, and he doesn't plan on starting now. Will Avery's wild heart finally be tamed? Or will this be the one time the relentless millionaire doesn't get what he wants?

Warning: this collection contains 5 sexy age gap instalove romance short stories featuring young women and their determined alpha males! Includes Bought by the Billionaire, Blackmailed by the Senator, Caught by My Boyfriend’s Dad, Discovered by My Best Friend’s Dad, and Caught with the King. Bought by the Billionaire My heart soars when someone raises his hand. 30,000 dollars—that’s enough to pay off my sister’s debt. Before that can fully sink in, the auctioneer continues: “30,000 dollars. Going once, going—” “A million dollars.” My eyes damn-near fall out of my head when I see the only Asian man in the room stand up, his paddle high in the air. With some pleasure, I also note that he’s the only certified-fine man in the club. A head full of natural black hair with a few distinguished streaks of gray, a jawline that would make most Hollywood actors jealous, and a fit-as-hell body that is begging to get out of his black designer suit. Blackmailed by the Senator “I’m sorry, Senator,” I whisper. A smile appears on his face. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad sign. “A young person who knows their senator by sight? How refreshing.” In a pathetically small voice, I say, “I don’t have any money.” “I could’ve guessed that by the state of your car and clothes.” My face turns hot. I almost ask, What’s wrong with my clothes? My shirt and jeans may not have designer labels, but they’re clean and in okay condition. “You have two options,” he says. “I can call the cops and report you for attempted hit and run. Or…” I whisper, “Or what?” His smile becomes wicked. Caught by My Boyfriend’s Dad Making me catch my breath, the man turns me around. But instead of looking up into the face of a cop, I see Fred’s father. Though I’ve never met Fred’s dad or even seen a picture of him, I know without a doubt that this man is my boyfriend’s father. He has Fred’s hazel eyes, strong jawline, and thick dark brown hair. A foolish little voice in the back of my mind whispers, Wow, Fred’s dad is hotter than him. Fred isn’t bad-looking, but he’s a 22-year-old boy while his father is a man. If Fred wore a black suit, he would look like a kid playing dress-up. But Mr. Cain is wearing a black suit now, and the black fabric fits every part of his body nicely. Very, very nicely. “I’m asking you again,” Mr. Cain says. “Who the hell are you?” Discovered by My Best Friend’s Dad “You can do this, Flora Chang,” I whisper to my reflection. I have no choice. After I take another deep breath, I knock on the door. “Hello, Mister…” I stop when I see a scowling Mr. Graham. Aka the father of my best friend Vanessa. “Uh, hi, Mr. Graham,” I say, my cheeks turning warm. “I think I knocked on the wrong—” “No, you got the right room,” he growls, seizing my wrist and pulling me inside. Caught with the King When I open my door, I’m immediately blinded by what must be a dozen cameras. “Olivia Liu, how long have you known the king of Ceannia?” a woman shouts.