New Orleans Police Detective Rick Easterling is no saint. He's the NOPD's best undercover cop. Known as the Man of a Thousand Faces, he's a rogue–breaking rules to solve cases his way. But when his brother dies of a drug overdose and he’s suspected of being a dirty cop, Rick vows to clear his name and avenge his brother’s death. Rookie police officer Lusinda Johnson has a personal axe to grind with dirty cops, so she volunteers to work undercover and shadow Rick. She tells herself she can remain immune to his sexy, brooding demeanor, but the longer they work together, the harder it is to see him as anything other than a hero. As “Sin” and Rick investigate the corrupt underbelly of New Orleans night life, the lies they must tell each other imperil them almost as much as the drug lords closing in. Will they learn to trust each other in time to save themselves and explore their growing love?

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.

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!

When a man tells you that he wants to give you the world, believe him. And when he shows you that he's a piece of shit, believe that too. Sloane and Tisha have been best friends since high school. They do everything together. So when one married a millionaire, the other married his best friend. Sloane and Tisha finally realize that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. While having money and being a part of a social elite class brings them added perks, it also brings a string of other issues as well. To get away from their daily life of constantly being scrutinized by the public eye, they whisk themselves away for annual girl's only vacations. A trip to the Virgin Islands, proves to be not what they'd imagined at all. Everything that they once held near and dear comes crashing down around them. In He Ain't No Saint, Sloane and Tisha are left trying to pick up the pieces and hold on to A Hurtful Love that they've become accustomed to. This novel will have you screaming at the pages for these two best friends to wake up and honor themselves as the true queens that they are.