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In my darkest days, I found solace in the words of rock star god Noah Hart. He saw into my heart. And I saw into his. Even though we'd never met, I felt as if I knew the man behind the music. Then I met him. Noah isn't a wounded poet. He's a jerk. He's abrasive, cutting, and guarded as hell. He says people are selfish. He says we're only out for ourselves. He refuses to trust. He refuses to let anyone in. I'm supposed to be helping him write a song. I'm supposed to be his confidant. But the only time we connect is when we take to his bed.

The name's Barrett Callahan. Yeah, that Barrett Callahan - the one the press dubbed "bare", after those naked sexting pictures surfaced. At 25, I was armed with an MBA from Harvard, an executive position at my father's Fortune 500 company, a penthouse, and a different piece of delectable eye candy in my bed every weekend. I had a life most men dreamed of. But then my father decided to run for president, and my playboy lifestyle became a liability to his campaign that was built on family values.

Iris Adams can't dance. She can act. She can hike the Appalachian Trail. She can resist every carb known to womankind. She can make people laugh. But she has no moves. Not even one. Her lack of rhythm has never been an issue until she gets the chance to take her TV show to the big screen. A South Louisiana native, Beau Laundry's mission in life is to preserve his Cajun culture. The full-time French teacher and part-time dance instructor is only working with this Hollywood head case to help out his uncle. It's not because she's beautiful even when she's embarrassing herself.

From the first time I played army as a kid, the military has been my life. As an Airborne Major, I'd led my men through two tours in Afghanistan. But when my father was elected president, I became an even greater target for the enemy - a prize for someone to take out. To ensure not only the safety of myself, but of my men, I got stripped of my cammies, shoved into an Armani suit, and placed into a management position at my father's company. After years of trekking through the desert with an assault rifle, I was way out of my area of expertise....

They say time heals all wounds. They lie. Especially my brother's best friend, Zack. Because my brother is dead, and that's a wound that will never heal. I'm dealing the best I can, numbing my pain with alcohol and sex of the random variety. Until Zack literally runs into me on Boathouse Row in Philadelphia and takes matters into his own hands. He intervenes in my life and offers a new coping strategy: himself.

Innocence Claimed contains all three books in the sweet, filthy, and oh-so-wrong in the best kind of way Innocence Claimed series.

There's one place Rawley Walker feels at home. On a stage, gripping a mic in a darkened bar. Desperate to distance himself from the temptation to use her, Rawley leaves town in hopes to forget his childhood girlfriend who broke his heart.

I had a crush on her all the way through grade school. When Eloise walks into my tattoo parlor, she thinks she knows what she's after - a piercing to help take her where no man ever has. But I don't want to help her the way she thinks....

Maggie Stevens is done feeling objectified. After spending her entire life in the spotlight and climbing the high fashion ranks as a model in LA, she's willing to leave it all behind for a fresh start. Moving to Seattle seems like the perfect solution. A clean slate. New adventures. Endless opportunities. All is going according to plan. Until she meets the drop-dead gorgeous cooking instructor who delights in adding to her misery.

War breaks out in Lacking. Just when I think things can't get any worse, an unexpected guest arrives, and I'm forced to make a choice between the life I've always wanted and a life I never knew I could have. I didn't know how strong I was until I met Grim. But am I strong enough? Permission is the third book in the USA Today best-selling Perversion Trilogy and the conclusion of Grim and Emma Jean's story.

It's just a fling. Rock stars like Ian are known for breaking hearts. I'm not going to let him break mine. Ian Drake, one of the genius twin guitarists of Darkest Days, is known for his brilliant green eyes, his sly grins, and his mischievous flirting. I shouldn't take him seriously when he flirts with me. But there's something about the way he looks at me. Like I'm the only one who sees past his cheery facade. Like I'm the only one who really sees him. Ian says I'm special. He says I'm not like the others. He showers me with pretty words, just as he fills me with naughty desires.

Playboy rock star Damon Drake is exasperating. He's infuriating. And he wants me in his bed. It's the worst idea in the world. Damon doesn't do commitment. I don't do casual. He's an impulsive, cocky hothead. I'm the mature one who cleans up everyone's mess. But sparks fly during our every encounter. My body melts at the smallest touch. I can't help but be attracted to his confidence, his self-assurance. Something about those wicked green eyes makes the world fall out from beneath my feet. Not to mention those sexy, inked arms of his.

The first time I spoke to Peter Greer, it was at my best friend's engagement party. He was introduced to me as her brother then, but I knew of him even before that. For the many years I'd worked in the admin department at Pierce Goodman, Peter Greer was one of the untouchables. A person so high up the chain of command that a lowly admin assistant like me had no reason to speak to him directly. Of course, that changed when I became friends with his sister. We were acquainted.

Scandal should be synonymous with Washington DC. I would know; I'm an intern on Capitol Hill. But I fall for a man even more dangerous than a politician. I fall for Luke, an underground-boxer-turned-entrepreneur. With cool green eyes, tightly coiled muscles, and split knuckles, Luke stands out against the backdrop of crisp suits and polished shoes. He's jaded, closed-off, and impossible to read. He's also gorgeous, determined, and loyal to a fault. But Luke has a secret, one with compromised allegiances and a dangerous outcome.

I'm a 21-year-old virgin, and I'm enamored with Lorenzo Barca. He's an arrogant, unapologetic, sexy-as-sin, Italian race-car driver who always gets what he wants. And he wants me underneath him. Or, at the very least, in the passenger seat of his Maserati. Unrelenting, Lorenzo crushes my excuses to remain detached from everything he makes me feel. Instead, I fall in love - in a passionate, intense, bold kind of way. Lorenzo ruins it by discovering a secret that leads us down a dark, twisted, and dangerous path.

As luck would have it, the worst job I've ever had is also the reason I'm in the right place at the right time to run into billionaire venture capitalist, Carson Myles. He takes one look at me and offers me a bunch of cash to be his fake girlfriend at an important business event that could make or break his career. No problem. This man is so hot that I'm willing to be his fake anything. The plan is simple—for one night, I stand by his side, smile, and project the vision of a doting long-term girlfriend so his bosses see him as a dependable man they're willing to take a bet on.

First thing you should know about me: I'm on my honeymoon on Villroy Island without my groom, which was a no-brainer given how my ex-fiance decided to "accidentally" fall in love with my best friend. I don't want to talk about it. Second thing: I'm a romance author on a generously extended deadline, and I've sworn to use this time away productively. I'm about to admit defeat when a prince with an image problem falls into my lap. And for some crazy reason, it's decided that me posing as his fiance would be a good idea.

Commercial real estate agent, Ava Baldassari, is done with being a good girl. Recently having revamped her self-image, home, and wardrobe she finds there is one thing left that needs updating - her sex life. She runs into her running partner, Cole, one night when she is out with a friend. A bit drunk, she flirts with him and is surprised by the enthusiastic response he gives back.

There's a certain percentage of women who've never experienced the big O. I happen to be one of them. When I confide that in my two best friends, they decide I can't go a moment longer without experiencing it. Next thing I know, they've signed me up for a dating app that's sure to get me all my jollies and then some. I'm not so sure. With a bar to run, a venture-capitalist partner telling me how to run it, and a past that makes my present difficult day to day, adding any kind of relationship—temporary or not—to that is a complication I just don't need.

Cameron Thorne has had a starring role in my fantasies for years. But the sinfully hot rock star, known for his wild parties and lady killer reputation, is the bassist in my brother's band. And I know my brother. He'll kill Cameron if he looks at me twice. Which means the two of us will never be more than friends.