Be careful who you spill your secrets to...Some women just have it — that combination of stunning looks and sexual confidence that brings men to their knees.Not me.My last boyfriend once fell asleep while we were … you know. Not my proudest moment.And my crush on my hot, arrogant and oh-so-unattainable CEO? Never going to happen.But one night, after too much wine, I find myself online, creating a profile for a sex kitten called SweetVixen. Safe behind my computer screen, I’m suddenly the seductive goddess of my wildest imagination.Next thing I know, I’ve spent a month sharing every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had with a man I know only as Mister Bigshot. A man who can make my toes curl with just a few keystrokes. A man who brings new meaning to the eggplant emoji.A man who now wants to meet in person.Dressed in my rarely-used little black dress and heels higher than my expectations, I gather my courage and cross the restaurant toward the stranger who’s been teasing me mercilessly all month.But then I come to a dead stop. Right in the middle of the restaurant. Frozen in place like a deer in the candlelight.Because the man sitting there waiting on me is no stranger.The man I’ve bared everything to — and I do mean everything — is none other than my hot, arrogant, and oh-so-unattainable CEO.Mister Bigshot is … my boss.And trust me, there’s no emoji for the way he’s looking at me right now ...

Increasingly disturbed by her inability to uncover the true identity of an old friend, New Orleans private investigator and poet Talba Wallis takes on a suspicious new client and encounters an ugly secret in the small town of Clayton, Louisiana.

He always gets his way...until he meets his match. “I need you back. Now.” —William Walker I can’t believe I’m letting my ex-boss talk me into working for him again. He’s arrogant. Domineering. He gets under my skin in ways I don’t want to admit. When I quit, it felt great! But now, seeing the big, bad billionaire rendered helpless by a baby, I give in to his demand. And I’m worried it won’t be the last time... —India Crowley

Based on information compiled from police and court documents, contemporary news accounts, and interviews with O'Banion's friends and associates, Guns and Roses traces O'Banion's rise from Illinois farm boy to the most powerful gang boss ...

A new, sexy standalone novel from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland. Terminated for inappropriate behavior. I couldn’t believe the letter in my hands. Nine years. Nine damn years I’d worked my butt off for one of the largest companies in America, and I was fired with a form letter when I returned home from a week in Aruba. All because of a video taken when I was on vacation with my friends—a private video made on my private time. Or so I thought… Pissed off, I cracked open a bottle of wine and wrote my own letter to the gazillionaire CEO telling him what I thought of his company and its practices. I didn’t think he’d actually respond. I certainly never thought I’d suddenly become pen pals with the rich jerk. Eventually, he realized I’d been wronged and made sure I got my job back. Only…it wasn’t the only thing Grant Lexington wanted to do for me. But there was no way I was getting involved with my boss’s boss’s boss. Even if he was ridiculously gorgeous, confident, and charming. It would be completely wrong, inappropriate even. Sort of like the video that got me into trouble to begin with. Two wrongs don’t make a right. But sometimes it’s twice as fun.

A good-girl lawyer walks into a bar... Throwing muffins at my ex in the office break room wasn't exactly on today's agenda. Neither was getting asked to take a not-so-voluntary leave from my job as a corporate lawyer. Just until I could get my personal life in order, they said, which you know is code for get your sh*t together. But when life hands you lemons-well, you make for the nearest dive bar and drown your sorrows in wine and gooey grilled cheese. Of course, it doesn't hurt if they're being served by Manhattan's hottest bartender, Jace Whittaker. Taking him home with me wasn't on my agenda either, but hey ... those are some lemons I don't mind squeezing. But it turns out Jace wants more than a one-night stand. He needs a fiancee-for a week. Just long enough to put on a show for his estranged brother's wedding, and convince his family he's cleaned up his act. Going to Chicago for a week with a man I barely know is yet another item that wasn't on my to-do list right now, but the week of mind-blowing pleasure Jace promises in return in something I can't turn down. So against my better judgement, I agree to help him out. All we need to do is not get caught. And not let any pesky feelings get in the way, of course. Because falling for this bad boy bartender-even one who serves up such earth-shattering ... cocktails-is definitely not on the agenda. Then again, maybe it's time I let my life get shaken, not stirred ... and maybe Jace is just the man to do it.

DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "The Big Sleep" by Raymond Chandler. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.

Working for my ex-boyfriend? Fine. But falling for him again? That's a deal breaker. Dancing around my office in my bra isn't exactly the way I'd have chosen to run into my ex for the first time in twelve years, but what can I say? Wes Lake has always had a knack for showing up at the most inopportune times. Unfortunately, he also has a knack for leaving. That's why I've made every effort to put him out of my head - and my heart. But this time, he needs my help. Wes Lake, head of Manhattan's preeminent real estate development firm, needs my tiny little marketing start-up to take on a special project at his company. The money's too good to turn down, so even though I'm leery of working for my ex, I accept. There's just one problem: I can't stop kissing him. I know better. I swear I do. But that doesn't stop my lips from being magnetically drawn to his every time we're in the same room. Can you blame me? He's gorgeous, wealthy, powerful - and he still remembers how to push all the right buttons. So to keep things professional, Wes and I strike another kind of deal. - No kissing. - No talking about the past. - No seeing each other outside of work. - Did I mention no kissing? Shouldn't be a problem, right? Except I might have underestimated Wes. Because when it comes to business - or pleasure - he'll do anything to seal the deal. Even if it means breaking my heart in the process.

When my father died, I lost a hero and a role model — and inherited a floundering furniture company. So I do what any dutiful (and slightly guilt-ridden) daughter would do — I leave behind my burgeoning fashion label and come home to Chicago to sit at the helm of Bailey Living, the company my father spent his life building. But righting a sinking ship is hard work, so when I meet an unbelievably hot guy at an industry party, it seems like a perfect (and perfectly innocent) way to let off a little steam.