Money can buy anything. And anyone. As the head of the Constantine family, I’m used to people bowing to my will. Cruel, rigid, unyielding—I’m all those things. When I discover the one woman who doesn’t wither under my gaze, but instead smiles right back at me, I’m intrigued.

Ash Elliott needs cash, and I make her trade in crudeness and degradation for it. I crave her tears, her moans. I pay for each one. And every time, she comes back for more. When she challenges me with an offer of her own, I have to decide if I’m willing to give her far more than cold hard cash.

But love can have deadly consequences when it comes from a Constantine. At the stroke of midnight, that choice may be lost for both of us.

Cynical divorce attorney Lori Cumberland lives by one motto: Love is grand, but divorce is a hundred grand. With one failed marriage under her own personal belt, Lori had fallen hard and early—and it isn’t something she plans on repeating. She’s content focusing on the temporary marriages of her rich and famous clients. When she joins some of her recent divorcées on a celebratory cruise, her only vow is fun, sun, and new friends. But Lori finds herself tempted by a jury of one.

For Reed Barlow, falling into the world of private investigation was easy. He knows the law and knows how to avoid breaking it—all while doing his job. His rule to live by? No emotion, no involvement—until Lori. His charming smile and cocky attitude distracts Lori and lowers her guard, which is exactly what Reed desires.

The Holy Land, 1260.

A templar knight, on an impossible embassy from the Holy Island to the legendary Xanadu. The mission: to save Europe from the Mongol horde.

Josseran Sarrazini is chosen to escort the Pope’s emissary to meet Khublai Khan and make a peace that will turn back the Tatar invasion threatening all Christendom.

To do it he must do what no other Christian has done – travel the Silk Road, from Palestine, across the endless deserts of Persia, through the black hurricanes of the Taklimakan, over the Roof of the World to Cathay – China.

Death invites at every turn.

Ye screw with this lass, ye get put on yer ass.

Life sucker-punched me…

I have family I didn’t know about, a magical heritage laying its claim, and a mystery I apparently need to solve.

There are three things I love most in life…my wild and crazy Irish family, Redbreast Whiskey at Shenanigans, and living in Toronto.

Having grown up with five older brothers, I can fight my way out of most situations, either with my wicked sense of humor or my fists. Often both. But when a back-alley brawl leaves me marked with a bizarre Celtic crest on my back, I become a beacon for all things whacked and weird.

FBI Special Agent Cate Wilde is back home on a remote Pacific Northwest island when she gets the call: a teenager’s skeletal remains have been found on a nearby island.

Together with Tessa Black, a childhood friend turned local deputy, Cate confronts dreary weather and bleak leads to make sense of the death. The complications pile up as Cate is distracted by the coroner on the case—and by nagging memories that draw her twenty years into the past. The remains suggest eerie similarities between this victim, and Cate and Tessa’s friend Samantha, who disappeared when she was fourteen.

Welcome to Harper Landing, a small town filled with people who believe in happy endings.

Left raising his newly orphaned nephew after a tragic accident, Aaron Baxter fears he’s not cut out to be a single dad. But to give baby Jack the life he deserves—and to find a peaceful refuge for himself—Aaron moves to the idyllic Pacific Northwest town of Harper Landing.

Julia Harper, descendant of the town’s founder and successful frozen yogurt shop owner, is mostly resigned to her role as the often-overlooked girl next door. But when the town newcomer, Aaron, reaches out for help with Jack, she finds herself yearning to take part in a sweet love story of her own.

Roman Hawthorne is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has a jawline that is so sharp it could cut glass. He’s my dream guy on paper but let’s just say Roman is arrogant with a capital A.

When I meet him in a bar on a random Tuesday, I think I’ll never see him again.

But I do.

Every time I show up at that bar, Roman is there with his perfectly styled hair, dark brown eyes, and megawatt smile.

I don’t give him my number, but that doesn’t stop him.

Roman flirts from afar – sending me daisies and secret hidden messages that are impossible to resist.