Game Time

He was supposed to look after her, not kiss her senseless. 

Au pair Uma is all kinds of wrong for single dad Zach. Raised in a conservative Hindu family, Uma is his son’s nanny, a twenty-three-year-old virgin, and a guileless ingenue to boot. Zach knows all of that.

Then why can’t he rein in his lust for her? 

If there is one man Uma should not be attracted to, it’s the father of the adorable five-year-old in her charge. Once burned twice shy, Zach is the captain of a pro water polo team and a wealthy entrepreneur who can have any woman he wants. No strings attached. 

Small wonder he goes all out to shun Uma!

But when, with the help of a bottle of fine wine, Zach confesses all the dirty things he’d like to do to her, Uma astounds him by saying she wants that, too. 

What’s a man to do but oblige?

Besides, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. They’re both sensible, level-headed adults. They’ll just have a bit of fun and then go back to normal, as if nothing happened.

As if feelings weren’t already getting in the way.

He remembers everything… except the first thirty years of his life.

French athletics star-turned-coach Lucas Delaunay has no recollection of his past, despite his parents’ and friends’ efforts to help him. Every month of his life is accounted for. Mementos from the birthdays he celebrated, the games he played, and the women he dated fill Lucas’s mind, amounting to hundreds of memories.

Shame they aren’t his.

Now a manager of an up-and-coming water polo club, Lucas’s ambition is to take his team to the European and World arenas. He wants them on the podium even more than he wants to remember his past.

Enter publicist Isabelle Ferrand, hired to land sponsors and fundraise for the club. A few years back, Isabelle was a poloist herself. She was also a friend. Just a friend, until she fell out with him for reasons she claims she can no longer recall. But everyone—Isabelle included—insists Lucas regarded her as a sister.

Not anymore, he doesn’t.

Every night, he dreams of her naked and panting beneath him. Her taste, her smell, the way her breasts fill his palms… Every morning he wakes up rock hard, groping for her in his empty bed.

With desire spinning out of control, Lucas struggles with his own non-fraternizing policy. But he must know if he hungers for Isabelle because amnesia has changed his taste in women, or if there is something she isn’t telling him.

And if she could be the key to unlocking his past.

Playing Dirty (coming Fall 2017)

The Darcy Brothers

True spite. Fake marriage. Real romance.

If there's one man that store clerk and amateur photographer Diane Petit really, really, actively hates, it's fragrance mogul Sebastian Darcy who stole her father's company--and wrecked the man's health in the process.

But the arrogant SOB had better brace himself because Diane has vowed revenge.

And revenge she will have.

One bookish assistant. One cocky CEO. One Christmas party that changes everything...

My name is Mia, and I dream about publishing a guide to medieval Paris. Except... I'm better qualified for writing a manual on how to go from a budding scholar to a pregnant runaway in three easy steps.

He blocked the penalty shot, but he left his heart unguarded.

French goalkeeper Noah Masson wants to prove his worth to Coach and help his team win the gold. With an unruly mutt for company, a part-time gig to pay rent, and the national Water Polo Championships fast approaching, Noah is one hundred percent focused on his goal.

That is, until he catches a beautiful intruder poking around his kitchen...

American realtor-in-training Sophie Bander wants to convince her overbearing father she can be a first-class agent. Now she's in Paris, learning the ropes at a large agency. When she's done, she'll return to Key West, join her father's business, and marry the man of his dreams. It's not like she expects to be attracted to that man. Sophie has never felt sexual attraction, anyway.

That is, until a hard-bodied goalie mistakes her for a thief and presses her against the wall in his kitchen...

La Bohème