The Cornerstone (Walsh Series, Book 4)

Literature & Fiction

Kate Canterbary

Erotica

Vesper Press and Blackstone Audio

Dissent: A Charity Romance Anthology (Dissent Collections Book 1)

Raven, James

Eva Moore

Max Henry

Linnea May

Donna Grant

Glenna Maynard

Laura Lee

Ellis, Leigh

Laura Hall

J. Sterling

Tawna Fenske

Trish Milburn

J.H. Croix

Rebecca Yarros

J. L. Beck

Amanda Richardson

B. Celeste

Heidi McLaughlin

Laramie Briscoe

Lea Coll

Amelia Wilde

Elle Thorpe

C.L. Matthews

Suzanne Baltsar

Kate Meader

Celia Kyle

Kennedy Fox

Charity Ferrell

Taryn Quinn

Aria Wyatt

H.D. Carlton

Regina Kyle

Sylvie Stewart

A.R. Hall

Saffron A. Kent

Morgan Jane Mitchell

Ines Johnson

J.M. Walker

Lili Valente

C. Hallman

Brenda St. John Brown

Dani René

Brighton Walsh

Nicole French

A.M. Roark

Aarti V Raman

Aidy Award

Alexis Anne

Amie Knight

Amy Quinton

Anna Michael

Ashley Lane

Autumn Jones

Blair Babylon

Brenna Aubrey

Bri Blackwood

Cara Dee

Carmen Jenner

Cassie Graham

Claire Wilder

Dakota Willink

Daniela Romero

Dee Garcia

Dee Lagasse

Deidre-Ann Anderson

Echo Grayce

Elena Aitken

Emily Colin

Emily Goodwin

Erica Alexander

Erin Parisien

Eva Charles

Evelyn Adams

Haley Jenner

Holly Mortimer

Hope Jones

Iris Morland

J. Saman

Jane Blythe

Janet Berry

Jasmin Miller

JD HOLLYFIELD

Jen Stevens

Jenika Snow

Jenna Hartley

Jenna Lynn

Jennifer Sucevic

Jessica Florence

Jillian Liota

Julia Kent

Kait Nolan

Kat Latham

Kat Savage

Kate King

Kathy Coopmans

K.B. Cinder

K.D. Proctor

Kelly Maher

Kim Loraine

Fox Books, LLC, Kennedy

Take a vacation, they said. Get away from Silicon Valley's backstabbing and power-grabbing. Recharge the innovative batteries. Unwind, then come back stronger than ever. Instead, I got lost at sea and fell in love with an antisocial lobsterman. There's one small issue: Owen Bartlett doesn't know who I am. Who I really am.  Owen: I don't like people. I avoid small talk and socializing, and I kick my companions out of bed before the sun rises. No strings, no promises, no problems. Until Cole McClish's boat drifts into Talbott's Cove and I bend all my rules for the sexy sailor. I don't know Cole's story or what he's running from, but one thing is certain: I'm not letting him run away from me.

Fresh Catch

Humor & Satire

Audible Studios on Brilliance Audio

A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong? Patrick That hair. That effing hair. It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice. Andy An incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of my original plan. With Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body, it seems my plan was undergoing some renovations.

The Space Between (Walsh)

Vesper Press

'Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all through the North End Not a Walsh had his life together, not even his friends; The parties were planned by the foodies with care, In hopes that Wes and Erin would soon find their way there; The men were stressing over last minute shopping lists and plans, While the ladies were busy with work and nesting and finding the right paella pans; When out in the dining room there arose such a clatter, The Halsted dogs sprang from their beds to see what was the matter; They whistled and shouted and called each other names, While the secrets and announcements and surprises quickly came; So onto another adventure they flew With the sleigh full of Walshes, and the Commodore too-- As they continued arguing and clamoring around, Down the road an unexpected visitor came with a bound; But it wasn't long until couples were all nestled snug in their beds, With new memories of steamy holiday nights dancing in their heads.

Thresholds

Romance

Contemporary

Some people hook-up at weddings. Others break a hotel room bed (and a table, and a desk, and some complimentary bathrobe belts) and discover they've been surviving on bargain basement orgasms their entire lives.  The last one? Yeah. That's all me.  She's driven and demanding...  I wasn't always a bitch. There's a dirty little trick to succeeding in business: the sweet and innocent rarely survive. I fought my way up from nothing, and I don't bend for anyone.  Until Will Halsted ties me to a headboard and makes me his...for now.  One wild, filthy night turns into another, and then...we can't stop. Each time we're together is more addictive than the last, but it's nothing more than a sexy escape from reality.  Or is it?  He's never walked away from a challenge...  I wasn't always a warrior but now it's in my bones and blood. That's what years spent in the special operations does to a man. My entire life is classified: where I've been, what I've seen, what I've done, and there's no mission too dangerous.  Until I realize that falling for Shannon Walsh is like trying to swim against a riptide. She's going to tear me up and toss me to the shore, and I'll love every minute of it.  Every time I'm down range, I want her counting the hours until I'm back. Waiting for me. She's done it before; she'll do it again.  Or will she?  They're wrong for each other in every possible way...  Or are they?

The Cornerstone (Walsh)

They liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right...   He's a flawed perfectionist... I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and I know how to get rid of them once I get off.  But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. She redefines what it means to be friends, and she makes it sound like the filthiest thing I've ever heard.  I can't read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she's the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can't let her go.  She's wildly independent...My past--and New Jersey--are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston's underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect.  I'm defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice.  I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I'm happy pretending history won't catch up with me.  The one thing they have in common is a rock-solid disregard for the rules.They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together.  It's the wrongs that make the rights come to life.

Necessary Restorations (Walsh)

A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong?Some lines are meant to be crossed.PatrickThat hair.That fucking hair.It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull.And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice.Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston's crumbling buildings.AndyMy wants were few: good eats, tall boots, sweaty yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package.Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body.

If I had known I'd have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I'd have made time for a pedicure. Also, a little chat about not losing my shit at all the wrong moments. Hindsight was a bitch, and karma...well, I didn't know her story yet.   Meet Lauren Halsted. It's all the little things--the action plans, the long-kept promises--that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos.  After I fell ass-over-elbow into Matthew Walsh's arms.  I couldn't decide whether I wanted to run screaming or rip his pants off, and most days I wanted a little of both. If I was being honest with myself, it was rip his pants off, ride him like a workhorse, and then run screaming.  Meet Matthew Walsh. A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn't letting anyone tell her what to do.  Unless, of course, she was naked.  She wasn't looking for me and I sure as shit wasn't looking for her, but we found each other anyway and now we were locked in a battle of wills, waiting for the other to blink.  Sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together. Other times, it throws them down a flight of stairs and leaves them in a bruised and bloodied heap.

Underneath It All (Walsh)

Change of Heart

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