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Most Wanted:
Three powerful, dangerous men.
Three sensual, seductive women.
Wanted
Heated
Ignited
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Wicked Nights (Stark World):
Sometimes it feels so damn good to be bad.
Wicked Grind
Wicked Dirty
Wicked Torture
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Man of the Month
Who’s your man of the month …?
Down On Me
Hold On Tight
Need You Now
Start Me Up
Get It On
In Your Eyes
Turn Me On
Shake It Up
All Night Long
In Too Deep
Light My Fire
Walk The Line
Royal Cocktail (bonus book)
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*Bar Bites: A Man of the Month Cookbook(by J. Kenner & Suzanne M. Johnson)
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Blackwell-Lyon:
Heat, humor & a hint of danger
Lovely Little Liar
Pretty Little Player
Sexy Little Sinner
Tempting Little Tease
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Rising Storm:
Writing as Julie Kenner
Small town drama
Rising Storm: Tempest Rising
Rising Storm: Quiet Storm
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PARANORMAL
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Demon Hunting Soccer Mom
Like Buffy … grown up!
Paranormal women’s fiction
Carpe Demon
California Demon
Demons Are Forever
Deja Demon
The Demon You Know (short story)
Demon Ex Machina
Pax Demonica
Day of the Demon
How To Train Your Demon
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The Dark Pleasures Series:
Billionaire immortal romance
Caress of Darkness
Find Me In Darkness
Find Me In Pleasure
Find Me In Passion
Caress of Pleasure
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Extraordinarily Yours
Sexy paranormal rom-com romps!
So (Very!) Much More than the Girl Next Door
The Charmed Affair of an Invisible Bodyguard
The “Super” Secret Life of an Accidental Daddy
Never Trust a Rogue on a Magical Mission
Mayhem, Matchmakers, and a Bit of Bewitching
How a Sexy Hero and a Marvelous Makeover (Sorta!) Saved the World
The Seductive Charm of a Sexy Shifter
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The Redemption Chronicles
A sexy apocalyptic urban fantasy trilogy with romance!
Born in Darkness
Lost in Shadows
Surrender to Dawn
Wicked Dirty
Excerpt
Don’t miss Lyle’s story, Wicked Dirty, part of the Stark World series of fast-paced, provocative novels centering around the ambitious, wealthy, and powerful men who work in and around the glamorous and exciting world of the Stark International conglomerate … and the sexy and passionate women who bring them to their knees.
Prologue
It seemed like the perfect plan. Let a guy into my bed. Let him touch me. Let him fuck me.
Why not?
I was desperate, after all. And you know what they say about desperate times.
Besides, it’s not as if I was going to fall for one of my clients. I’m not one of those prissy girls who loses her heart at a kind word or a soft touch.
I’m not a woman who falls at all. Not for a man. Not for anybody.
I’ve been screwed far too many times. And if I’m going to get screwed anyway, I might as well get something out of it.
That was what I thought, anyway.
Then he walked in, with his beautiful face and his haunted eyes. Eyes that hinted at secrets at least as painful as my own.
He touched me—and despite all my defenses, I fell.
And now …
Well, now I can only hope that when I hit the ground, I won’t shatter into a million pieces. And that maybe—just maybe—he’ll be there to catch me.
Chapter One
The setting sun cast a warm glow over the Hollywood Hills as nearly naked waitresses glided through the crowd with a rainbow-like array of test tube shots. Or, for the more traditional guests, highball glasses of premium vodka and bourbon.
The liquor flowed, the guests laughed and gossiped, the hottest new band in Los Angeles shook the roof, and entertainment reporters took photographs and videos, all of which they shared on social media.
In other words, the lavish party at Reach, the hip, new rooftop hotspot, was a dead-on perfect publicity event.
The purpose, of course, was to officially announce that Lyle Tarpin, one of Hollywood’s fastest rising stars, had joined the cast of M. Sterious, next year’s installment in the wildly popular Blue Zenith movie franchise.
The script was solid, the action pulse-pounding, and Lyle still couldn’t believe that he’d been cast, much less that he was set to play the eponymous M, an emotionally wounded antihero.
It was a role that could catapult him from the A-list to over-the-moon, transforming him into a Hollywood megastar with his choice of meaty roles and the kind of multimillion dollar paydays that had only been a glimmer of a dream when he’d started this Hollywood journey.
In other words, this was an opportunity he didn’t intend to fuck up.
Which was why he forced himself not to wince and turn away when Frannie caught his eye and smiled. She tossed her head, making her auburn locks bounce as she walked toward him, her sequined cocktail dress revealing a mile of toned legs ending in a pair of strappy sandals that showed off a perfect pedicure.
One of Hollywood’s most bankable stars, Francesca Muratti was set to play Lyle’s love interest—the Blue Zenith agent who turns M from his dark ways and recruits him to the side of justice—both saving him and, hopefully, adding another long-running hero to the franchise.
“Hello, lover,” she said, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. Frannie had a reputation for being a wild child who made it a point to sleep with almost every one of her male co-stars, and she’d made no secret that she wanted Lyle to join that little fraternity.
Honestly, Lyle didn’t know if she was insecure, overly horny, or simply into method acting. All he knew was that he wasn’t interested. Which, considering the damage a pissed-off Francesca could do to his career, was ten kinds of inconvenient.
“Kiss me like you mean it,” she murmured, then leaned in, preparing to make the demand a reality, but he angled back, taking her chin in his hand and holding her steady as her eyes flashed with irritation.
“Anticipation, Frannie.” He bent close so that she shivered from the feel of his breath on her ear. “If we give them what they want now, why would they come to the movie?”
“Fuck the fans,” she whispered back, her hand sliding down to grab his crotch. “This is what I want.”
And goddamn him all to hell, he felt himself start to grow hard. Not from desire for her, but in response to a familiar, baser need. A dark room. A willing woman. Just once—hard enough and hot enough that it wore him out. Soothed his guilt and his pain. Quieted the ghosts of his past, the horror of his mistakes.