My Secret Obsession

Daisy's writing came easily for her throughout the week with Chris as her muse. When he invites her over for dinner, she can't deny her attraction to him.

Abby and Chris's weekend of romance continues. While they enjoy some champagne, their conversational turns serious and Abby wonders if she can be more to him than a paid escort.

Cassie spends the day tapping away at her keyboard as she brings to life the story within her. The only problem is that images of Chris keep surface and demanding for a spot within her novel. Irritated by the attraction she has for him, because she doesn't want to romantically complicate her life, she decides to use him as a muse. Perhaps he will provide the sex appeal and heat for her romance novel. 

Abby is ready for a weekend of indulgence with Chris at a five-star resort. The chemistry is electric. But Chris has something more in mind than just steamy nights. He’s determined to give Abby the kind of birthday she’ll never forget. Just as she starts to believe this weekend might be more than a fling, one mistake threatens to shatter it all.

As the sun streamed through her window and the wave's hypnotic rhythm thrummed her awake, she knew this was the first day of her new life. Writing was on her agenda for the day, but first breakfast. The diner was cute and the aromas made her mouth water. After being seated in a booth, she noticed a problem. A man was staring at her. Was this the man from the night before? He strolled over to her table and introduced himself. He was charming, until she told him that she wrote "chick lit". Then his gaze heated and it was clear that he was thinking about erotica. The heat in his eyes confirmed that she definitely needed a pen name.

Beneath the sparkling lights of Los Angeles, Flor and philanthropist Clay Banks share an evening of elegance and ecstasy. The ornate concert hall, a shrine to the Roaring '20s, is only the beginning. With passion simmering beneath the surface, their night transforms into an intoxicating blend of beauty, glamor, and sensual indulgence.

Cassie Bowmont had what it took to succeed, at least that’s what she told herself. Hoping a change of pace and new scenery would get her creative juices flowing, she rented a beach cottage in the small town of Avenel where she could dip her pen into the steamy depths of adult romance. She didn’t need or want any distractions to thwart her progress, but she hadn’t counted on Chris Walker. After deciding that he would be a great muse for the hero in her book, she realized that a summer fling with him was just what the Book Gods ordered. 

When Chris Walker spotted the small car on the shoulder of the road, his hero complex kicked in. Unable to ignore a damsel in distress, he pulled over to be a knight in a Ford F-150. He stomped through the flooded road and convinced Cassie to follow him to safety. After a goodbye wave in the parking lot of a Piggly Wiggly, he figured he’d never see her again, but Fate had other plans. When their paths crossed once more, he paused long enough to notice the delight in her eyes, the playful smirk on her glossy lips, and the determination of her spirit. His heart stuttered. His brain flooded with need, and a crack penetrated the wall around his heart. 

They knew the summer was all they’d have but falling for each other was inevitable. The pleasure of lust somehow transformed into the contentment of love. When a jilted lover returns and sabotages their relationship, they must decide if they will be prisoners to the past or sail into their future.

When Abby agrees to meet him at the university library, she doesn’t expect the game to be so...intense. Cloaked in shadows and a cape, his fangs glint in the dim light, igniting a thrill of danger and desire. But this isn’t the hide-and-seek of her childhood—this is his version, a seductive dance of pursuit and surrender. As the night deepens, so does the game, blurring the line between predator and prey.

Sam's twisted fixation with Lizzy drives him to a chilling plan of murder. Enraged by her happiness with Tyson, he stalks her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. While Lizzy unwinds in a hot bath, Sam sees his chance—but Lizzy isn’t going down without a fight. A deadly struggle ensues. Tyson hears her cries for help and busts through the doors in time to subdue Sam and save Lizzy from certain death. 

The attack was swift, brutal, and left Lizzy reeling. Behind her locked door, she fights the nausea rising in her throat, the metallic taste of blood is a bitter reminder of the assault.

Sam nurses his wound, fury boiling over. She was supposed to die. Now, with everything unraveling, he’s determined to finish what he started.