ONE LAST TEAR ONE LAST KISS is the journey of man’s search for love, and the near fatal relationship he finds with the woman of his dreams. Santana Priest, a single father, coach, a man with a storied past that he wants to leave behind. He also wants love, but it seems fate has something else in mind. Cyntice Caldwell, the beautiful news anchorwoman appears to be the answer to Priest’s dreams. She wants to give him love but all she can offer is her body. Their paths collide and they are swept away in a firestorm of volcanic sex, denial, and hatred that threatens their lives, and the people they love.

A highly praised author ("The Smoke of Satan, American Exorcism") returns with the true story of a minister's bodyguard, his beautiful mistresses, and a brutal triple homicide. photos. Original.

Rian Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rian Kerry, and I’m in huge trouble. This is how it happened: I had a crush. You know those teenage crushes, which I’m sure you’ve all experienced, too. It was that kind of crush that makes your knees tremble, that makes you blush violently and stammer when you’re with that person. One of those crushes that you assume you’ll just grow out of, the way the seasons change. The problem is that my crush didn’t go anywhere. Actually, it only got worse, transforming into something absurd and unbearable, which no one could seem to understand. Especially not him. Because he’s off-limits. He’s barricaded himself within his walls, from a sense of fear and guilt. He’s locked up his heart forever, and seems to have no intention of letting anyone in ever again. My friends, Jordan, Anya, and Holly, say that he just needs a little push. They say that he needs to learn to believe again. But I don’t think he’ll ever be ready, because he simply doesn’t want to be. He doesn’t want to believe. Not in something like us. Parker Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Parker Hayes, and I’m an idiot. Yep, you heard me right. I’m a real idiot. And, I swear, that’s putting it lightly. But I’m a lot of other things, too. I’m a fireman, and a single father to two cheeky, hyperactive six-year-old twins. I’m a brother to Tyler, another fireman – and another idiot – who always seems to stick his nose into my business. I’m a kind-of friend to Niall, yet another idiot with nothing to do but barge into my life, uninvited. Let’s get back to the point, here: the reason I’m an idiot. Well, it’s pretty simple. I’ve lost my mind. Literally. It happened again. I fell for it. With my head, with my body, and with the heart I was sure I’d never be able to piece back together after another inevitable disaster. The problem is that she’s not like the others. She bakes cakes with my daughters, laughs with them, and shows them her magic bag. They’re crazy about her. And so am I. And now she knows it, and I know it, and everyone around us knows it. But I can’t take that step. I can’t let everything go to start over. I can’t live through this again – because this time, I won’t be left standing. Not if she’s the one to break my heart. Each book in the Love At Last Series is standalone: - Last Call - About Last Night - One Last Kiss - The Last One Keywords: rom-com, romantic comedy, romance, humour, contemporary romance, humorous fiction, women's fiction, single dad, age gap romance.

He's the one man I shouldn't want and the cost of loving him might be my life. Despite all the reasons we needed to stay apart, I adored Banner with all my heart. He was the source of my happiness as well as my pain, since choosing him meant losing the rest of my family. After one night of passion led to unintended consequences, I tried to make things right, only to end up risking everything for a lifetime with him. When everything changed forever with one last kiss... would the only happy ending to our story be when I joined him six feet under?

The papers dubbed beautiful Thea Harper Westport a Black Widow. They said she lured Senator Simon Gallatin to her home for a night of deadly passion. But psychiatrists insisted it was a short circuit of the mind, a rare seizure disorder, that had unleashed Thea's murderous rage. Now, even after the trial, the gruesome testimony of detectives and forensic specialists, Thea can't remember the terrifying moment when she struck Simon down . . . only its hideous aftermath: the torrent of blood, the broken corpse, the cold steel bite of the handcuffs as the police led her away. After six months in a posh Connecticut mental hospital, Thea is back home with her daughter, eager to make a new start. If only the community would let her forget . . . if only the chief of police wasn't after her . . . if only the senator's mother wasn't vowing revenge. And if only Thea could be sure she's really been cured. For soon the killing begins again. And once more Thea can't remember . . . even when she wakes up with her hands stained with blood.

London, 1812. Ever since a gossip sheet revealed the details of her extensive dowry, Princess Anna Tarasova has been overrun by fortune-hunting lords. When her childhood sweetheart mysteriously appears in London and asks to court her, it seems too good to be true. For Captain Mikhail Abromovich, who is both soldier and spy, being chosen to represent Russia in secret negotiations with Britain should be the assignment of a lifetime. The terrible part is that he's certain Anna won't believe his love real once his deception is uncovered and that's one risk he isn't willing to take... Each book in the It's in His Kiss series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order. Series Order: Book #1 Just a Kiss Book #2 One Last Kiss

FROM ADULTERY... Ex-Marine and bodyguard Chris Coleman was a family man with a secret: He wanted to leave his wife for another woman, Tara Lintz. But as head of security for the world-famous Joyce Meyer Ministries—an evangelical organization that frowns on divorce—Coleman had to make other plans. TO MURDER... On May 5, 2009, Illinois police received a call from Coleman, who claimed he was unable to contact his family. When investigators arrived at his home, they found Coleman's wife and two sons strangled in bed. Across the walls, spray-painted in red, were various obscenities—the word punished among them. TO LIFE—OR DEATH. Who could have done something so sinister? As Coleman played the part of a grieving husband, forensic evidence at the crime scene told a different story. Key testimony from Lintz afforded yet more evidence of Coleman's guilt—and soon a jury would find him guilty of three counts of murder in the first degree.