My boss Grant O’Connell, the CEO of O’Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, is sexy as sin. Too bad he’s also a tyrannical jerk. For the past year and a half, I’ve worked my ass off for him and obeyed his every command. But one day, out of the blue, he fires me. I later discover it’s because he found an unsent letter that I wrote to him – a letter that described all the dirty things I would like him to do to me… ***The first standalone book in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs.*** WORD COUNT: 6,200

One day, my boyfriend Sam dumps me out of the blue. Heartbroken, I get drunk at a bar, and in my state of intoxication, I write an email to Sam's dad asking him if he'll help me get back at his son by letting me get under him. Even worse? Sam's dad is the CEO of O'Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I work... A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs! WORD COUNT: 8,700 Excerpt: My mouth turns dry when Mr. Marshall lowers his blinds and closes the door to his office. He gestures toward one of the red sofas. "Have a seat, Lina." I sit down. To my surprise, he sits down next to me–like, right next to me. My heart threatens to jump out of my chest as his cologne fills my nostrils. It smells like a forest with sweet, intoxicating fruit. My face turns as red as the sofa when he pulls out a hard copy of my email. "So my son broke up with you for some…" He narrows his eyes at the piece of paper. "'Blond big-boobed trollop.'" "Oh, no!" When he raises his eyebrows, I amend, "Well, he did break up with me and told me he's been cheating on me. But I don't know if he cheated on me with, um, a blond woman." Mr. Marshall frowns. "He's been cheating on you? I didn't think my son would do that to you." A bitter-sounding laugh escapes me. "Yeah, well, I didn't think he would do that to me either." My eyes study my hands as I twist them. "I'm sorry for sending you that email. I was, well, not in the best state of mind." A euphemism for really freaking wasted. "However, I know that's no excuse for such unprofessional behavior." When he doesn't say anything for a moment, I lift my gaze from my hands. There is an inscrutable expression on his face. Is he going to accept my apology and keep me employed? Or is he going to fire me and have me escorted off the property? He taps the piece of paper. "Did you mean what you wrote?" "Um, what?" He gets even closer to me. I catch my breath when his thigh brushes against mine. "Did you mean it when you said you'll do anything I want in bed?" Additional keywords: Asian heroine, interracial, older man younger woman, instalove, age difference

I have a crush on Mr. Lee, the chairman of the board at O'Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I clean. One night, I get a little tipsy and blurt out to him, "You're so freaking hot. I want to have your baby." FML. To my surprise, he ends up taking my words seriously... ***A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs. Warning: this story is full of over-the-top instalove! Enjoy!*** WORD COUNT: 4,500 Excerpt: "I'm sorry for inconveniencing you," I say. And I'm sorry for saying I want to have your baby. I'm too embarrassed to say the second apology out loud. "You're not an inconvenience." He touches my hair, causing electricity to go through my body. Should he be touching my hair like that? But I can't deny that a part of me likes him touching me. He nods at the food. "You should eat before your breakfast gets cold." For some reason, he stares at me as I eat. I'm tempted to ask him, What are you looking at? But I don't want to jeopardize my job any further, so I eat in silence. Fortunately, the food is delicious enough that I'm (mostly) able to ignore him. After I finish my orange juice, I let out a breath and tell him, "Um, I'm sorry about what I said last night. It was unprofessional, and I hope it won't affect my employment — " "I don't want you working anymore." I blink. "What?" "I don't want you cleaning the office anymore." Tears sting my eyes. I want to shout curses at him, but he is justified in firing me. I drank stolen champagne on company property. I'm considering going on my knees and begging him to reconsider his decision when he says: "I can't have the mother of my children be on her feet all day." Additional keywords: Asian heroine romance, Asian hero, diverse romance, steamy romance short stories

Warning: this collection contains 3 historical(ly inaccurate) romance stories featuring alpha males, compromised ladies, and instalove! Enjoy 😉 Compromising the Earl’s Daughter The moment the common-born magnate Derek Middleton lays his eyes on the beautiful Lady Athena Dashbourne, he knows he must have her. However, her father is the Earl of Friarwell, and the snobbish nobleman is determined to keep his daughter away from any member of the nouveau riche. Derek never met a challenge he could not conquer, and he is determined to make Athena his wife, even if it means compromising her… Claiming Lady Wynn Philip Soulden is one of the wealthiest men in England. However, he is common-born, a fact that brings no small measure of annoyance to his fiancée Caroline Wynn’s father, the snobbish (but poor) Viscount of Cambridgeshire. Even if Caroline were a commoner like Philip, she would still be far too good for him. Of course, that doesn’t make him any less determined to make her his wife. When Caroline learns about the truth of her birth, his plans to wed her are put in jeopardy. However, Lady Wynn will discover that Philip always gets what he wants, and what he wants is her… Bad Habits: A MMF Romance Persephone Danbury doesn’t mind being a nun at St. Camilla’s Convent. Sure, it can be dull, but it’s better than being in London with her harsh father, and she has her dear friend Mary beside her. However, after a night swim that leads to an encounter with the wickedly handsome Marcus Elham, the Duke of Charlotteshire, her life ceases to be dull. And she soon finds herself sought after by not only the duke, but also his friend Thomas Ellison, a devilishly attractive tycoon… Additional keywords: steamy romance, ménage romance, bisexual romance

Persephone Danbury doesn't mind being a nun at St. Camilla's Convent. Sure, it can be dull, but it's better than being in London with her harsh father, and she has her dear friend Mary beside her. However, after a night swim that leads to an encounter with the wickedly handsome Marcus Elham, the Duke of Charlotteshire, her life ceases to be dull. And she soon finds herself sought after by not only the duke, but also his friend Thomas Ellison, a devilishly attractive tycoon... Bad Habits is a MMF romance that may contain historical inaccuracies and definitely contains two obsessed alpha males! If you can get with that, enjoy this sexy story that's chock-full of OTT instalove! WORD COUNT: 12,000 EXCERPT: Though she instantly hated the stranger, she couldn't help noting how handsome he was. Golden hair, bright hazel eyes, the facial structure of a Greek god. He wore fine, expensive clothes that marked him as a member of the nobility. He seemed familiar. Had she seen him at a ball last season? Her face lost all remaining color as she realized his identity. He was Marcus Elham, the Duke of Charlotteshire. Unlike her father, he was extremely wealthy — and extremely powerful. "Can you speak, fair maiden, or are you mute?" he asked. She wished she could throw a stone at his head. "I can speak." He smiled. "So fair maiden who can speak, do you or do you not want your clothes back?" She clenched her teeth. "I do want my clothes back, so if you could hand them to me, I would be much obliged." Ignoring her, he mused, "A habit. So you're from the convent…" "Excellent deduction," she muttered. "Was that a sarcastic remark? I thought that nuns weren't allowed to be sarcastic." She wanted to snort. Some of the nuns at St. Camilla's Convent were definitely sarcastic, especially Sister Grace, who loved to give Persephone a hard time for her "extraordinarily poor arithmetic skills." "May I have my clothes back?" she asked, near the edge of desperation. "That depends…" Frustration brewed in her. "Depends on what?" He lowered his head, grabbing her chin. "If you're willing to give me a kiss." Before she could push him away or slap him, he put his mouth on hers. She caught her breath. She had kissed a few boys before, but the kisses had always been chaste; they might as well have been pecks from her grandmother. This kiss from the duke, however, was anything but chaste. He thrust his tongue between her lips, threatening to completely consume her. And for some reason, she liked — no, loved — it. Additional keywords: bisexual heroine, bisexual hero, obsessed alpha male

After my parents' ugly divorce and getting my heart broken in high school, I stopped believing in love. To keep my heart safe, I decided to stick to casual hookups — and only casual hookups — in college. No emotions, no heartbreak, right? Then I meet Jasper, a boy who wants so much more. I tell myself that he wants more than I'm willing to give, but it's hard to resist those green eyes and that gorgeous smile… Casual is a standalone book in the Alpha Male U series containing — you guessed it — hot alpha males, the women they're determined to claim for their own, and HEAs! WORD COUNT: 9,500 Excerpt: During the previews, Jasper focuses his eyes on me, paying zero attention to the screen. I try to absorb myself in the trailer for Sergeant Patriot 3: Rise of the Summer Cadet, but just as Sergeant Patriot punches an alien, Jasper brushes his lips against my ear. "You smell good," he breathes. Ignoring the swooning of the dumb-ass butterflies in my stomach, I say, "I use unscented soap and deodorant. I can't smell that good." "To me, you do." I slurp my soda. Loudly. "I wish I was that straw," he says. Normally, I would gag if a guy said such a cheesy thing to me. Now I only pretend to gag.

Warning: this collection contains 5 sexy age gap instalove romance short stories featuring young women and their determined alpha males! Includes Caught by My Professor, Working for My Dad's Best Friend, Waiting on My Dad's Former Friend, Trapped in the Storm With My Boyfriend's Dad, and Claimed by the Mountain Man. Caught by My Professor My professor stares at my hand. Like an idiot, I'm still holding the answer key. A corner of his mouth curves up. "Were you planning to cheat on the upcoming exam?" I drop the answer key like the paper has the ability to give me a second-degree burn. "I, um, well, I..." God, I might as well tattoo, Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater, on my forehead. "Is there any way you could not tell anyone about this?" I ask. Probably a futile question. To my surprise, he says, "I'm willing to keep this a secret, but..." I widen my eyes when he plays with a lock of my hair. Is a professor allowed to do that? "You might not like my proposal." A wicked smile appears on his face. "Or you might like it very much." Working for My Dad's Best Friend Dad's friend may be a rich jerk who spends obscene sums of money on vases and is twice my age, but I can't deny that I find him attractive with his messy auburn hair, those dark blue eyes, and the five o'clock shadow on his defined jawline. If he weren't close buddies with Baba and I were far less acquainted with his personality, I might have hooked up with him. Okay, I would have definitely hooked up with him. Waiting on My Dad's Former Friend He asks, "Aren't you going to ask me why I fell out with your father?" Though I'm curious, I reply, "That's between you and my dad." "We fell out over you." I blink. "Over me? Why?" "Your father asked me to help him with some of his debts. I told him I would give him money…on one condition." Dad had–or has–debts? This is news to me. My father is an obsessive couponer and refuses to buy any clothes that don't come off the clearance rack. "Why would that end your friendship?" I ask. "Because the 'one condition' was having you." Trapped in the Storm With My Boyfriend's Dad Surprising me, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the dining room. The contact causes my pulse to flutter. A voice in my head hisses, Oh my God, you can't develop a crush on your ex-boyfriend's dad. Despite the voice, I find myself sneaking glances at Mr. Fleming. Gabe inherited his good looks, and I'm looking right at the source. Both father and son have dark blond waves of luscious hair, bright hazel eyes, and effortlessly fit bodies that look damn fine in designer clothes. Claimed by the Mountain Man "I need to get out of here," I whisper. But how? My horrible sense of direction is what landed me here in the first place, and if I attempted venturing into the woods again, I might actually get eaten by a bear. "Hello." I nearly fall off the bed. "Careful," he growls, catching me before I hit the floor. My pulse jumps. I was right about the stranger's size. He is huge. His arms are like muscular tree trunks, and I swear he must be 7 feet tall. He's also super hot, something I did not expect. I'm typically not into bearded guys, but that black beard really suits his chiseled face and brings out his green eyes.