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Stan’s Book (Mafia MF)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house The O’Donnellys were preparing, for a feast fit for their spouse; “A game we should play,” Aela cried with great glee, “How about Truth or Dare?” Declan answered, dragging her onto his knee, “Aren’t we too old for this?” Eoghan asked with a sniff, To which his wife did tut, “Oh, don’t be a stiff!” The silk stockings were slipped on by Camille with flair, Her chair turned away as Brennan’s teeth removed them for his dare, While Savannah squirmed on Aidan’s lap, Confessing her truth that she loved her tush to be slapped. As the adults celebrated, the kids pretended to sleep, When Nanna Lena down the halls did creep, And Liam dared Conor a Montreal Mounties’ jersey to sport, “When reindeer fly,” his grand retort, To boos and hisses, out he bowed. While Aela made knots out of cherry stems to stun the crowd, Then on the lawn, a cacophony followed a boom, Safetys were released as the brothers sprang from the couches and out of the room, Away to the french doors, Inessa rushed in fear, To find Conor and Star laughing in great cheer! Around them a million fairy lights flicker and glow, While, in sync, they made angels in the snow, As Eoghan bellowed about recklessness into the night, The children darted to their windows in a fright, But cries of joy soon fell from their lips, And Kat executed two or three back flips, Thanks to the eight reindeer galloping along the driveway, And a man in red sitting atop a full-sized Santa’s sleigh. With a wither eye, Eoghan’s fingertip did rest on his trigger, As St. Nick grew bigger and bigger, “Who is he?” Finn demanded. “Has his background been checked?” “Who do you think I am?” Star retorted as a kiss to Conor’s cheek she pecked, "Here, Dasher! Not there, Dancer! Come hither, Prancer and Vixen! Quickly, Comet! Are you listening, Cupid?! Don’t do that, Donner and Blitzen!” “Can he control that thing?” Aidan groused, a wary eye cast, “I don’t think so,” Brennan muttered, his thoughts racing fast, As the sleigh jerked and swayed, disaster struck, Santa soared from his seat and chaos ran amok, With gifts raining free from the sleigh with alacrity, The children did rush down the stairs with barbarity, But they surprised the adults by aiding St. Nick, Who was groaning and moaning, “My head feels like it’s collided with a wall made of brick!” “Uncle Paddy is that you?” Shay in bewilderment did declare, “Of course it is, lad,” he whimpered in despair. “Mommy, why is Santa weeping?” Jake whispered to his mom, “Because he ignored me when I tried to send him to a Santa Clause course,” Conor reasoned with aplomb. Still moaning and groaning, St. Nick staggered to his feet, While the adults gathered the gifts from the concrete. Dressed in crushed red velvet from head to toe, his face bruised and battered but smiling thanks to the mistletoe, Lena chuckled and swatted him as she graced a kiss to his cheek, “You lost the sense the good lord gave you,” she chided with a squeak, With a wink, he hobbled into the living room door, Cursing before he planted straight onto the floor! “Does he need to go to the hospital?” Aoife muttered, her concern most severe, “No hospitals,” St. Nick denied. “I just need a beer!” “You’re nuttier than I thought, Uncle Paddy,” this time Finn said with a snort, “7 going on 70,” was Lena’s witty retort, “Shall we help you with the gifts, Santa?” Camille offered as she gave him some cake, “Aye, lass, that’d be kind, but I’m no fake! Help me up, boys,” Paddy did demand, While the O’Donnelly wives sorted the presents into his hands. Soon, the stockings were filled to bulging, Thanks to the family’s indulging, “This is certainly memorable,” Star whispered in Conor’s ear. “I’m so wired.” “I knew we couldn’t trust him to do this,” her penguin grumbled, “A professional Santa Claus we should have hired!” But amid the mayhem of a concussed St. Nick, the O’Donnellys did gather, The children hooting and hollering as reams of wrapping paper did scatter, And joy fluttered through the house as the family rejoiced, Especially later, when the husbands made their wives moist, But betwixt his wife’s thighs, it was Brennan who with his tongue on Camille’s pussy did write, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Stan's book, book five in the Valentini Family. Coming soon!

Thalia Lyndhoven was born a Pack Princess, but that doesn't mean she has to act like one. Good thing; peeing on her father's front lawn is way too much fun, as is making nasty Betas shiver and shake when she approaches.

Trouble is, for nearly a decade, Thalia has been alone. Exiled to her wing in the palace because her parents don't know what's wrong with her. Well, she's tried telling them but they don't listen - when do parents ever listen?

Still, what's a girl to do?

Is it any wonder she has anger issues when she has visions of her three mates with other women? Is it any wonder she spends most of her time in her wolf skin?

Approaching her 30th birthday, things have never looked bleaker until an Elder changes everything and in walks mate numero uno. He's nothing like anything she ever imagined, and through him, she finally sees what she was meant to do with her life.

Be his.

Well, that, and kick the Pack where it hurts to take it from the 12th century to the 21st.

With her mate at her side, Thalia's realizing she's bulletproof, but what happens when her second mate pops up and destabilizes things entirely?

Filthy Richer (Mafia MF)

Seven year itch?

Can’t say I know what that feels like when my husband is as obsessed with me now as he was on our wedding day.

A lot has happened since that first meeting, but through it all, Eoghan's obsession with me is an insatiable craving to make me happy.
 If anything, I've gotten FILTHY RICHER on his love.   

Seven year itch? Nah, seven year bliss!

Secrets and Lies (BDSM MF)

Meg’s love life was missing a spark until she discovered her need to be dominated. When her fiancé shared the same kink, she thought all her birthdays had come at once, and then she came to learn their relationship was one big fat lie.

Gabe has loved Meg for years, watching her from afar, and always wishing he’d been the one to date her first and not his brother. When he has the chance to have Meg in his bed— even better, tied to it— it’s an opportunity he can’t refuse.

With disastrous consequences.

Game On (Hockey MF)

GAME ON, book three in the New York Stars' series, is a standalone hockey romance.

Waiting Game (Hockey MF)

I’ve been reading romance my whole life. It’s all been in practice for the main event—becoming the ultimate boyfriend.

My requirements:

A HEA.

No miscommunication.

No third-act break-up.

I’m actively hunting for ‘the one’ when I accidentally find her in the shape of my figure-skating coach.

Speaking of, she has curves. For days.

But there’s a problem—it’s a doozie—she betrayed my BFF.

Ghosting her is my only option. Until I come across her on a certain type of website… and that’s when I know I shouldn’t have let her go.

She’s a cam girl.

I’m a hockey star.

Can a one-night stand ever be anything more?

WAITING GAME, book two in the New York Stars' series, is a standalone hockey romance.

Secret relationship ~ Golden retriever hero ~ Curvy heroine ~ Pierced for her pleasure ~ Band of brothers ~ Heroine in distress ~ Cam girl

Lodestar (MC / Mafia MF)

CONOR

She's difficult.
Dangerous.
Deadly.
A sister in our allied MC.

My da would have told me to avoid a woman like her, but she shot him before he had the chance.
Lodestar stirs fear into the hearts of the Elite. (xoxo)
Now I'm scared.
For her.

She's not only ghosted me, but her daughter too.
If she's gone dark, I'll hunt her down.
This Fecker isn't about to lose his soul mate.

This is an omnibus of the 'Filthy Feck' duet - it includes a never-before-published novella!

End Game (Hockey MF)

She's my lifeline, my rock...

When I was billeted with the Bukowskis, I made a mistake.

I didn't lock Gracie Agnieska Bukowski down.

Instead, like a 16-year-old idiot, I became best friends with her brother, Kow, and now, the family considers me one of their own.

Until her, hockey was my only refuge. So, when I'm traded to the New York Stars, my first move is to change my number to 35. See, we made a vow, one that she might have forgotten, but I haven't.

Gracie's about to be swept off her feet.

I'm going to prove to her that not only is she not my sister...

She's my end game.

SILENCED: The Forgotten Boys Book One (Mafia MF)

A Hades and Persephone modern day retelling

I sit on a throne of sins.

Silent in the shadows, untouchable like the King of the Underworld himself.

Few even know the sound of my voice, but those who fear me call me Monster. My men just call me Pakhan.

To her, I am Nikolai.

Her savior. Her captor. Her lover.

With hair as bright as the sun, a face that could sink a thousand ships, and more curves than I can handle, Cassiopeia. Is. Everything.

But she’s in danger.

And safety comes with a price tag.

She can fight that, can even fight me, but I’m her Hades and I won’t let my Persephone go…

Caelum (PNR Why Choose)

Caelum: an Academy built to protect people like Eve.
Who they can't protect her from?
Its own student body.

The threat of death isn't new to Eve, but when she's given the chance to escape her past, she prays her future will be brighter.

How wrong she is.

Raised in a cult, Eve has no understanding of the modern world. Targeted as a freak, a Pack of boys take her under their wing but one among them recognizes Eve for what she is.

Trouble.

And a threat.

At Caelum, threats need eliminating...

Eve survived her past, but what of her future?

Find out if she makes it out alive in book ONE of the complete Caelum Academy trilogy.

A Why Choose Romance.