Well, this was different. Janice seemed to think that I was her blind date. She had my dating profile from a matchmaking service I didn’t even know I was part of. I had never heard about this and she was sure I was the guy she was destined to meet. I did know the person who arranged this, and I trusted them completely, but this was a surprise. But not to Janice. Yeah... the girl and I had a mutual acquaintance. We met each other at his office. He told us to use his private study upstairs to get to know each other and that he’d talk to us in an hour to see how things were going. Things ...

I left my clan’s village a few days ago. I took nothing but the clothes that I wore, the wooden sword that I had carved myself, and a sharpened piece of flint. I didn’t have a cloak to sleep in until later, when I had worked enough to have a few coins buy one. In fact, I didn’t even have a name. I was an Adventurer Monk, a novice, trained by my father and grandfather, but now on my own. My name and my fortune would come as I made them for myself. And that would start in the next thirty heartbeats. My profession was to kill monsters, rescue damsels in distress, and protect the innocent...

My young friend had a problem. I’d been mentoring him some since his father died a few months earlier. His problem wasn’t his father’s death. It wasn’t the fact that his father was very wealthy and, now, so was my young friend. He was prepared for that. We sat at the coffee shop, and he worked up the courage to tell me what he needed my help with. Finally, he took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and leaned across the table toward me. “Dude, it’s my dad’s widow. You gotta take her off my hands. You’re the only one I can trust and the only one who can help me.”

My buddy, the self-described image consultant, wanted me to meet one of his clients. All he would tell me was that she was 'odd' and he thought I should meet her. We got along great. She was easy to talk to. I liked her a lot. There was an honest attraction. But after coffee, when she tried to pay me for the hour and a half we spent together, I realized that where I thought this was a date, she thought it was an appointment. She thought she had been referred to me as a relationship coach. So we started over. As friends. But my buddy was right. She was a little odd. Six-feet tall. A ...

It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t even see her. There was a bump, and the next thing I knew, she was sitting in my passenger seat. Hitting her with my car didn’t kill her. She was already dead when I smashed into her. But sitting beside me, smiling, wearing a tie-dye outfit from the Hippie era of the 1960s, she didn’t look like a ghost. She looked great for a dead girl. I kept driving. She had things to say. She was saying that she’d be happy to be my “old lady” now. I'm just trying to stay in control of the car and not freak out at the girl suddenly beside me. When the car stops ...

The tavern was about half full and there was no reason for this one table to have ten chairs and only one occupant. Except that she was sitting there. At her table. I say her table because she seemed to be the captain of her own little island nation, exiled and alone in an otherwise busy tavern. She didn’t look up until she heard my chair scrape the floor when I moved it so that I could sit down. I think it startled her. I know it did. It wasn’t that she wasn’t observant and didn’t see me coming, it was that I was unusually hard to see. And so was she. She wasn’t waiting for a ...

At least I was out in the air again. The past few days had been underground in a prison cell. I had hardly eaten since my capture. If I won my fight, I would win my freedom. Those were the rules. I was naked and bare-handed. So was my opponent. That didn’t make it an especially fair fight. I was strong and just short of six feet tall. My opponent was at least six-nine, maybe seven feet. An Ogress. Her size and slightly mottled skin gave her away. She was naked and bare-handed, too. The story is related to The Guardian Maidens or Sturgil’s Mark. It isn’t a sequel, and it’s not ...

Courtney saw Dave at the rest stop off the highway. Alone and afraid and hungry and being pursued by thugs, she jumps into his car at the last minute as he’s pulling back onto the road and off into the desert for a vacation. Yeah, she’s desperate, but it’s still love at first sight for both of them. And as long as they are honest with each other, things just might work out. If they get away from Courtney’s past, that is.

Ethan was ready to start a new life. He wasn't ready to start a new relationship.Leaving behind a high-pressure job in the city, 38-year-old Ethan is settling down in the small town of Timber Creek and taking ownership of Quill's End bookshop. He's ready to dive into a lifelong dream of owning a bookstore and slowing down. But the town of Timber Creek has more in store for him. While moving in, Ethan runs into Grace, a gorgeous blonde woman hired to clean the store before it reopens. Before he knows it, she's asking him out for coffee, and a fun date quickly becomes much more. Ethan thought...

Tim is sitting in the driver’s seat of a beat-up old car he hasn’t had since college. Forty years ago. And he doesn’t know why. A second ago, he was in the food court of a large grocery store. He and his car are in front of his old girlfriend’s house and the girl tapping on his window is one of her roommates. She thinks this is exceedingly weird too. She doesn’t know why she’s here either. The story starts as Tim and Billie ask each other what the hell is going on. They are happy to see each other, but not in what seems to be a past life they lived a long time ago. Billie looks ...

Ethan has been having an incredible time seeing Grace. But now her friend Kayla is making a move on him. It's finally time for the grand re-opening of Quill's End, the bookstore where Ethan has taken ownership. Between his relationship with Grace and the start of his new career, Ethan has a lot going on—and it's about to get even more complicated. Kayla, Quill's End employee and best friend to Grace, corners him for a private meeting in the store. And now Ethan has a new situation to juggle, weaving between sex, propriety, and the two women's fascination with sharing him between each ...

Last thing I remembered, I was in my backyard, thoughtfully pruning a bonsai tree. The next thing I remembered was alarms and bells and flashing lights and a voice yelling that death was imminent. And now, I was staring down at a beautiful female clone, gray and featureless, about to wake her up from transport hibernation. On a space ship. In space. Thank goodness I still had my bonsai scissors. Otherwise I’d never have been able to cut open her containment bag and that imminent death thing would have killed her. The voice said that there was more of them and that I’d better hurry if I ...

Recently dumped by her longtime boyfriend and with nowhere to go, Lily finds herself at Ethan’s door. Being dumped isn’t Lily’s only problem; all of a sudden, she’s producing delicious cream, and she doesn’t know why. And the only person she trusts to help her get it under control is her best friend, Ethan.

My name is Ronin. This is the second book of my life as an Adventurer Monk. I left my clan’s village a few weeks ago. I took nothing but the clothes that I wore, the wooden sword that I had carved myself, and a sharpened piece of flint. I didn’t have a cloak to sleep in until later, when I had worked enough to have a few coins buy one. In fact, I didn’t even have a name. I was an Adventurer Monk, a novice, trained by my father and grandfather, but now on my own. Now I have a village, a place that I call home, and two women. And the girl called Harmony. I also have a war to start. ...

Inherit money. Inherit power. Inherit everything from the father he never knew. Sean Costello’s life just went from zero to a hundred million in the blink of an eye. But in Las Vegas, every fortune has a price. A stunning casino, a penthouse overflowing with secrets, and a harem of women who are as dangerous as they are desirable. Between the matriarch of the house, a loyal but suspicious childhood friend, and a dangerously tempting maid, Sean quickly discovers how easily pleasure and danger can intertwine. Note: This book contains mature themes.