C. M. Owens

S. M. Shade

What's the recipe to the ultimate disaster week? Three unruly friends. A wedding we shouldn't have been invited to. Two unexpected romances. A scoop of sexy. And a double scoop of chaos. Lydia is a good girl who is above revenge. Good thing she has us. No one cheats on our best friend and rides off into the sunset with his new bride. What was supposed to happen? Unleash hell like two badasses. It was a simple plan, but we failed to anticipate a few things. A rogue prosthetic, an accidental exorcism, and dominatrix strippers willing to take things way too far, just to name a few. What actually happened? As usual, nothing went as planned, especially when two sexy distractions popped into the mix. We were there to avenge our friend, not to get entangled with two cocky, arrogant men, who don't like to hear the word no. I was sure we could resist. I mean, it was only a week, right? What could happen in a week? Not intrigued enough? There's totally a duck in this story. Ah yeah. Now we have your undivided attention. Enjoy our chaos. #WorthIt

Worth It

I found my stillness, my space between breaths, when I was a kid. The answer is simple. If it hurts, I pour music on it.After years of hard work, it's finally happening. Tragic has a number one album and we've gone from being discussed as one hit wonders to hearing words like meteoric mentioned alongside our name. With two tours planned and another album on its way, we have a lot to look forward to. Playing in a different city every night, the shimmer and roar of the crowd, after parties and endless women.My lifelong dream is in the palm of my hand until one phone call leaves everything hanging in the balance.

Rock Star, Interrupted

The first time I met Mason Reed, we were standing naked in a bank, surrounded by guns. That should have been a warning. An MMA champion, trainer, and philanthropist, but not a man who gives up easily, Mason is trouble dipped in ink and covered in muscle. Growing up in foster care, I'm well aware that relationships are temporary, and I do my best to avoid them. After a sheet clenching one night stand, I'm happy to move on, but Mason pursues me relentlessly. Sweet, caring, protective, and at times, a bossy control freak, this persistent man has climbed inside my heart, and I can't seem to shake him. After saving me from a life threatening situation, he's also won something much harder to obtain. My trust. But does he deserve it? Is his true face the one he shows the world? Or is his charitable, loving manner only a thin veneer? This book contains sexual situations and is intended for ages 18 and older.

Everly

Mr. Rogers did not prepare me for the people in my neighborhood. A cut in financial aid for college and a lot of bad luck have landed me not only on Violent Circle, but in the apartment known as Frat Hell.I can handle myself, so living with three guys isn't a problem. Even the madhouse disguised as a low income neighborhood isn't an issue. The trouble is Denton, the man with the mischievous grin in the room across from mine.I can resist the lean, muscled body. I'm stronger than the quick smile and adorable dimple. But his kindness, that may be the straw that breaks the vagina's crack.I just need to keep my head down and my legs together while I focus on making my dream of owning my own tattoo shop a reality.*This is book four in a series, but can be read as a standalone novel. Book one is Scarlet Toys, which is Free.

Zero F*cks

Frat Hell. That's how the whole neighborhood refers to the apartment where I live with three other college students. It's a bit judgmental, considering the neighborhood we live in is more like a zoo than an apartment complex, but not inaccurate. If you put that many young guys together, things are bound to be interesting. I still maintain that the giant water guns filled with poison ivy water were not my idea. January Dixon. She's the girl I've lusted after for years. A smart mouth and sharp tongue surrounded by soft beauty and a body I'd give up an organ just to touch. An important organ, like a kidney, not one of those lame ones like a gallbladder. It's a tricky situation since she lives right down the street, and dating a neighbor generally isn't a good idea. But this is Violent Circle, where normal may as well be a dirty word. Thanks to an impromptu fashion show where I tossed all self-respect aside and strutted my stuff in full bondage gear in front of our small town, she now owes me a date. And I plan to collect.

Frat Hell

Melissa I escaped. For the first time in almost four years, I'm free. My freedom came at a steep cost, leaving me on my own with no family or friends. I have a lot of healing to do, and this beautiful lake house seems like a perfect setting to find myself again. I can do this. The only thing I have left is hope. Jeremy I ran. For the first time in my life, I'm alone. I failed to appreciate what I had until it was too late, and now I can't bear the grief of my friends while suffering my own. That's not the only reason I've relocated. Twenty-two people were murdered, including the woman I love. The only thing I have left is revenge.

Jeremy

The world famous lead singer of the hard rock group, Jilted, has moved into the Presidential Suite of my hotel. His reputation precedes him and none of it is positive. Considering his past exploits, drunken fights, and fondness for destroying hotel rooms, I don't expect the next four months to be easy. For the sake of Foxhaven Resort, I'm going to make it work. Hosting an A-list celebrity will draw affluent guests and solidify the future success of the resort recently left to me by my late father. I have enormous shoes to fill and no rude, womanizing rock god is going to distract me. With his powerful voice, gorgeous face, and lean body, he may be accustomed to getting his way, especially with women, but I know better. So, he can flash that charming smile in another direction. I'm not falling for it.

Duplicity

From the moment I saw her, I wanted her in my bed. I should've stopped there. Everly Hall burst into my complicated life and changed it forever. I'm a fighter, but I had no defense against this beautiful, stubborn woman. Now, I stand to lose everything I have, everything I am. My secrets are dangerous, and put more lives at stake than my own. I intended to tell her in time, but my time is up. Everything rests on Everly. This is the conclusion of Mason and Everly's story.

Mason

Tucker She's beautiful. She's young. She's driving me out of my mind. I've always done my best to avoid Leah Bolt. I have enough problems without having to deal with a young woman with a crush. My life has been a disaster since I was court-martialed and dishonorably discharged from the military. After spending a year living on the streets, I'm finally starting to pull things together. Now, I'm stuck with her, living side by side in my house with my complete opposite. If spending every day with this peppy, optimistic, energetic woman doesn't kill me, her brother will. Dare is a friend and a member of In Safe Hands, a group that tracks down sexual predators and brings them to justice. He has also done time and is the size of a mountain. I've survived combat, but I may be taken down by a perky blond. Leah He's gorgeous. He's older. He's a stubborn, broody jerk. Tucker Long is every woman's dream...until you talk to him. He may be sexy when he's out sweating in the sun with sawdust clinging to him as he hammers and saws, but try to hold a conversation and all you get are grunts and nods. He was the one who wanted a house sitter and just because his plans fell through doesn't mean I'm changing mine. My future is up in the air while I try to decide who I want to be, and Tucker's farm is the perfect place for me to do it. He calls me kid, but the way he looks at me doesn't lie. I may be ten years younger, but I can still handle him.

Tucker

Living on Violet Circle, a place that's less of a neighborhood and more of an insane asylum poured into the street, I thought I was prepared for anything. After you've seen a woman strip down at the laundry room to wash the clothes she's wearing, then saunter across the street naked, you've seen it all, right?How naïve I was.After the factory closed, leaving me and a good portion of the town unemployed, I took a job managing Scarlet Toys. I knew it wouldn't be a typical work environment, selling adult toys in a town more uptight than a constipated nun, but some things you just never see coming.Like the protesters covered in poison ivy, screaming about smut peddlers.Or a dancing dinosaur named Fappy.Or the allure of the man standing in the center of all the chaos.Wyatt Lawson, a six foot, four inch heap of muscle with a quick smile, ignited my interest in more than the available manager position. Like the missionary one. Or the rodeo. Maybe the side rider. What can I say? I'm an overachiever.Let's just hope he doesn't scare easily.

Scarlet Toys

Everyone knows the rumors about Violet Circle and the crazy inhabitants, but becoming a resident was my best option. These are the kind of decisions you're faced with when you have a baby at eighteen, and your knight in shining armor turns out to be a deadbeat dad in saggy boxers.Don't get me wrong, my five-year-old son, Aiden, is the love of my life, even when he's telling random strangers I'm constipated, or lecturing his preschool friends on the differences in their anatomy. I wouldn't trade him for anything, but raising him as a single parent while cleaning motel rooms for a living is like walking a balance beam made of sand. One wrong slip, and we're homeless.It doesn't take us long to adjust to our new home with all its eccentric people, and Aiden is happy here, but danger lurks right across the street. Not in the apartment of the odd woman who always wears a floppy sun hat and trench coat, or the crazy apartment full of college kids. I wish it were that simple.Neal Chambers, the single father who is ten years my senior, sets off alarms in my head. Mainly because he sets off other things in my panties.

Clean Start

This isn't the life I want. Trapped in one random hotel room after another by a screaming crowd of fans and paparazzi. No friends or family nearby. Nothing that really makes me happy, except my music. Music is my only love, the only thing that makes my heart beat fast and my blood run hot, until her. Kinley Matthews, the owner of the Foxhaven Resort, is nothing like the women I'm accustomed to dating, but she's everything I need. And she hates the sight of me.Everything I've done has been for family.That's what I tell myself when the memory of her laugh seeps into my day. I didn't have a choice.That's my excuse when her devastated expression haunts my nights. The truth is, every second of pain and heartache I suffer, I deserve it. She loved me, and I destroyed her. *This is the conclusion of Kinley and Holt's story. It's a full length novel with no cliffhanger.

Veracity

Hit it and quit it. One and done. Hump and dump. That has been my philosophy on relationships for the last seven years. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy. I'm always upfront and truthful with the women I date. I don't promise them anything but a good time. I could've gone on happily sleeping my way through the major metropolitan area if it wasn't for her. The dark haired beauty who haunts my days and keeps me awake at night. Strong and sweet, she makes me reconsider everything I believe about love. Too bad she's completely off limits. I've never been good at following the rules.

Parker

Ninety- two days. Thirteen weeks. That's how long it's been since I lost my love, my best friend. It's been everything I can do to drag myself out of bed and get back to work, but I know Cooper would want me to move on. I think he'd even be happy if he knew who I want to move on with. The target of my affection, though, may not be so thrilled about my choice. He's straight. Or he thinks he is. A womanizer of the worst kind with a face and body that keeps a steady stream of willing women at his door, he seems happy to work his way through the entire female population. But there's no mistaking the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention. One way or another, I'll show him what he really wants. This is book four of The Striking Back Series, but can also be read as a standalone novel.

Alex

Justus I'm not conceited. Really, I'm not. It just so happens I have a body a Greek God would be jealous of, and a face that could make an angel weep. Other than that, I'm just your everyday normal guy who happens to take his clothes off for money. Sure, I've had to dispose of a few guys for In Safe Hands, the organization I work with that helps track predators and child molesters, but other than that, completely normal. Women flock to me, screaming and paying for the right to touch me, so why is this woman so stubborn? Sadie Belmont's curvy body and sharp tongue have haunted me since I met her a year ago. There's something about her that gets stuck in my head like a bad song, and I'm determined to find out why I want her so badly, and why she can't stomach the thought. Sadie I can't believe I'm doing this. Of all the men in the world, I'm taking Justus Alexander to my childhood home in Oklahoma to meet my mother. A stripper who has a revolving door of women jumping in and out of his bed. Nine months ago, when I lied to my mother and told her I had a steady boyfriend, I didn't expect it to come to this. She doesn't have long to live, and her only wish is to know I have a husband before she goes. I can't disappoint her, and male escorts cost way more than I can afford so when Justus volunteered, I took him up on his offer. I know what he wants. After annoying me with constant pick up lines for a year, he sees an opportunity to get me in bed. It's not going to happen. I just need to get through this week with my sanity intact. This is book three of the In Safe Hands Series. It can also be read as a standalone.

Justus

Zoe I'm not interested. I'm not interested in his blue-green ocean colored eyes, his lean muscular body, or that crooked smile that can be so infuriating. I have more important things to worry about, like how to keep myself in college and my sixteen year old brother fed and sheltered. We all know life is hard, some of us just learn that lesson younger than others, but that doesn't mean I'll give up. I intend to succeed and make sure my brother has the opportunities he deserves, and no privileged jerk is going to distract me. Landon I don't date. Don't get me wrong, I'm far from celibate, but my condition makes carrying on any kind of normal relationship impossible. My life revolves around In Safe Hands or ISH, the underground hacker group I work with to track down and take care of predators and sex offenders who beat the system. I'm satisfied with my life until the day I meet the smart mouthed, compassionate, determined woman who opens my eyes to possibilities I never thought existed. This is book one in a series of standalone novels.

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