HEIRESS BY DAY...BOUNTY HUNTER BY NIGH When the man who attacked her best friend skips bail, heiress-turned-bounty-hunter Chantal Worthington swears on her designer spiked heels to hunt him down. Problem is, another hunter's already on the case--and "Crazy" Luke Coleman's not about to let a snooty socialite nab his prey. When Chantal gets a tip that the rapist's gone to ground in Mexico, she's off like a shot with sexy Luke close on her high heels. They can either fight it out tooth and nail, or work together to bring the bail-jumper into custody--or maybe both!

Milan Brooks, a fashion buyer with a chip on her shoulder, has been through her share of cheating, disrespectful men. In most people's books she'd be rated a true dime, but she still hasn't been lucky enough to find a loyal man. When a chance encounter with a childhood friend turns into a promising relationship, Milan thinks things might be different this time. Unfortunately, her younger sister steps in with plans of her own. Shekia feels nothing but envy when she looks at her sister. She is just as beautiful as Milan, but lacks confidence. Milan wants to get closer to her sister, but with jealousy and rage brewing in her heart, Shekia pushes her away. She's tired of playing in Milan's shadow, and has every intention of taking her place. Sapphire has struggled with insecurities most of her life, but thinks she has finally figured it out. She's working as a dancer at a local strip club to pay her way through college, and though she isn't looking for a man, Mr. Right has fallen into her lap. She's on cloud nine, until she realizes his true colors. Feeling trapped, she makes one bad decision after another, altering the course of her life. In Hell on Heels, you will watch the lives of these three women collide, leading to devastating consequences. The twists and turns will catch you off guard and blow your mind. Reminiscent of Brittani's debut novel, Daddy's Little Girl, expect the unexpected, because nothing is what it seems.

With Satan desperate to retire and searching for an heir, he gives his three beautiful and bewitching daughters--Lucia, the assassin; Jezebel, a half-demon; and Lola, the soul-stealer--a series of tasks to complete, with the winner destined to rule Hell, but the ladies soon discover that love can turn everything upside down, in a trio of novellas. Original.

Place Your Bet The Hotel Rodeo in Las Vegas has seen better days, but managing partner Ty Morgan has come up with a way to return it to its former glory. His plan looks promising until the unthinkable happens. Suddenly Ty is working for the boss’s daughter. And Miss Monica Brandt, hot as she may be, doesn’t share his vision… Roll The Dice She left a fabulous career and a frustrated fiancé in New York to move to Vegas and save her father’s investment. But now Monica is locking horns with a sexy cowboy-turned-businessman. What does Ty think he can do that she can’t? All Monica knows is that she doesn’t dare trust him—or is it herself she doesn’t trust?... And Win The battle lines are drawn. The stakes are high. And the attraction can’t be denied—especially the more closely Ty and Monica have to work together. Some odds are just meant to be played, and with chemistry this electric, it may be time to grab life by the horns… Praise for Victoria Vane "Erotic and sexy." —Library Journal on the Devil DeVere series "For erotic passion and one-liners, the first book in Vane's new series will satisfy... Vane's latest gets a big yee-haw." —RT Book Reviews on Slow Hand

Sooner or later, it happens to everyone: getting older. Some do it gracefully, others less so, but no one is immune to wrinkles and grey hair creeping up, seemingly overnight. And once they're there, they're hard to shift. Helena Frith Powell, fashion and lifestyle journalist extraordinaire, didn't even want to think about surrender. Surely, something could be done about advancing age? Armed with potions, lotions and pills (as well as resorting to a few much more extreme measures), she sets out to investigate any and all anti-aging tricks out there. From green tea and botox to yoga and exfoliating masks, To Hell in High Heels is the hilariously funny tale of one woman taking on the body clock, giving you a tried-and-tested survival guide for that ill-fated moment when the first wrinkle dares show its face.

Meet Jinx “Jinx, Hurry up!” Heather whispered as I am under the steering wheel of the car. I flicked two wires together then the 1967 Yenko Camaro started up. Fuck started. It PURRED like a demon. We jumped into the car and took off speeding down the street getting the fuck out of Hicksville. Rewind for a moment. Let me introduce myself. I am Jinx Davis. Jinx Lynn Davis. Let’s just say my school years haven’t been pleasurable. Got into many fights because of some fuck head making fun of my name. It funny though I was the opposite of a jinx. I have been everyone’s lucky charm. Yeah, that is because I am fucking awesome. I love being me. I just turned eighteen and escaped from my damn foster family. Assholes. All my foster home drove me to who I am today. My parents didn’t want me, and all the foster homes wanted nothing to do with my badass. But that is what they get when they want to abuse me. I learned to fight back when I was almost raped at fifteen. I decided that I was no one punching bag from that day on. There was only two people that I loved from the foster family and that was Heather who is the same age as me just a few months older. Then there is Darrel, he was twenty – three and taught me what I know today. The only thing he didn’t allow me to get into was drugs where he watched his parents died from it. The only thing I was to touch was weed, cigarettes and alcohol. I am a short shit. Five two and half to be exact. Yeah, Yeah, that half makes a huge different in my height. So, fuck off if you don’t like it. My long black hair hit the middle of my back then I blenched the tips and added dark red into it. It looked fucking awesome. I was thin with big tits and an ass which allowed me to have my ways with seducing men. Ok truth bomb! I was a virgin. Shhh… Don’t say shit. I wore the sexy rock kind of clothing. You know ripped skinny jeans, cut up Metallic tee- shirts, and I got to wear the fucking heels boots. Fucking loves those boots. I made sure to keep my make up light. That seems to work for the cops. I had an innocent look to my face. One cop said I had a face of an angel so there was no way that I was breaking the law. LOSER. I also make sure I worked out, so I was thin, but I had fucking muscles. No fatty tissues here. I had to make sure I can take down who I need to. My blue eyes is what the men chasing me. I just haven’t found anyone interesting to give up my virginity to, yet. The quest to find a man that is fucking man enough to stick their stick up my pussy is still on. Slay this purring kitty who ever you are. If you haven’t noticed that I have a smart mouth. I know I am a brat. I love it. I tell people off and make sure that I am in full attention. I just didn’t realize who’s attention I was perking but I was going to learn very quickly. Maybe I should have gone to church more. FUCK that. You know that song by Hozier ‘Take Me to Church’ and they talked about the chick that laughed at a funeral. Oh, that is SO me. I am sick and I love it. I will be that bitch sharping that knife to take a motherfucker out. Okay, Okay. Enough about my ass. I know I am awesome, but I do have a story for you. Truth to be told it was a love story but not your typical billionaire love story that save the love of their life. Fuck that. I don’t need saving. I needed someone that pushed my badass more. Push my buttons. Hate them so much that I love them. If love is even real. Disney fucking lied about true love. I am not a fucking princess waiting for her white knight.

How is Regan going to survive the holidays in a small town where her reputation precedes her? With a lot of liquor. Former hell raiser Regan Delaney is back in White Mist, Montana. She’s almost thirty and has no clue what she’s doing in the hometown she vowed never to return to—especially during the holidays. Regan’s return triggers a visit from a rock star, a restaurant throw down and a blast from the past in the form of her high school sweetheart, Brooks Hawking who she left behind to pursue her dreams. Hell on Heels Christmas is the first in the White Mist Series and a second chance romance.

A woman will do anything to protect her best friends...even join forces with a man she isn't sure she can trust in #1 New York Times bestselling author Susan Mallery's heartfelt and witty Hot on Her Heels. Dana Birch vowed never to put herself at the mercy of a powerful man. She became a deputy so that she could take care of herself and protect those she loves. Especially her best friends, the Titan sisters. Twenty years ago, Garth Duncan swore revenge on Jed Titan for abandoning Garth and his mother. Now he's back to fulfill that promise, even if Jed's daughters get caught in the crosshairs. All that stands between him and his goal is Dana, her gun and a growing passion that can't be denied….

When the senior design job promised to Emma Long goes to the elegant, spike-heeled Jennifer Caldwell, Emma can't help wondering what she must do to earn the promotion she desires. Little does she know that her corporate superiors are already observing her most intimate moments, or that the role they have in mind for her is rather different from the powerful position she imagines for herself. Soon, she finds herself trapped in a humiliating world of high heels, slave collars, and compulsory training, utterly at the mercy of her employers. It seems there's only one hope of rescue: her nice-guy colleague Charlie, who has long worshipped her from afar. But will Charlie be able to resist the reward on offer from the corporation -- a reward that includes both Jennifer Caldwell and Emma herself?

Exemplified by the power of the human spirit, life in the face of death, she had the courage to challenge a generation to release the shackles of ignorance surrounding women and gender roles. All of this and more is lyrically conveyed in Cheryl Waiters' autobiographical novel titled "Blood Sweat & High Heels", based in Cleveland, Ohio. Her autobiography delivers a message of self-empowerment for women of all ages, nationalities and demonstrates unyielding courage to transcend the impossible and the unthinkable. Cheryl holds the noble distinction as the country's first African-American female to rise to the height of fame in her more than 20-year career in the male-dominated field of construction work, as a journeyman electrician. Waiters escorts the reader through a private tour of hell as she blows open the doors for an unauthorized peek inside the world of Mafia-controlled cities, labor unions, and life and death situations on job sites where women are anything but welcome. Haunting and intensely reflective, her birth and formative years are eloquently paired with historical movements that profoundly changed the world, from J.F.K to Martin Luther King, the rise of the Black Panther Movement, women's liberation, and hippies touting "free love and peace." The timeless genius of this story has not only captured an essential slice of history, but has also defined it. Given such an achievement of literary brilliance, IT IS DESTINED TO BECOME AN AMERICAN CLASSIC! Being born is like coming into the middle of a movie. You have to find out what happened before you arrived and catch up to where you are now. Everybody has a life, but the true gift lies in the ability to express that "life force" in a way that is thought provoking, entertaining, inspiring and educational to anyone who might see that life. This life then becomes moreit becomes art.