In the smart, sexy tradition of New York Times bestsellers NEXT SUMMER and SOUTH BEACH, comes a new, sizzling look at tangled teenage romances set in a posh country club.There's the filthy-rich spoiled princess lounging in her Versace gold string bikini. The uber-hot pool boy who never has his shirt on. The poor-but-beautiful girl stuck working behind the snack bar. The handsome tennis star whose even better at kissing.The tight pack of best friends who've been spending summers at the Club forever. . . AND the mysterious newcomer who throws everything off whack. This summer, their lives and loves will all intersect in the most juicy ways imaginable. Because, in the Club, no rules apply. . . except the rules of attraction.

Nothing says happy birthday like catching your husband in a compromising position with his boss. His male boss. Why, hello, midlife crisis. I'm starting over, but this time I'm doing it right. Or at least I'm doing what I want. Taking the day off from work to hang out poolside? Yup. Do I leave the swimsuit in my house? Sure. Does my very hot, twenty-something pool boy happen to catch me naked? Oh, yeah, he does. And he likes what he sees... a lot. My best friend keeps telling me to have a fling and get back out there. But I'm not so sure she meant for me to do it with her son.

The Love Diary of a Zulu Boy is by turns erotic, romantic, tragic and comic. Inspired by the real-life drama of a romance between a Zulu boy and an Englishwoman, the book consists of various interrelated short stories on interracial relationships in modern-day South Africa. As the author reflects on love across the colour line, it triggers memories of failed affairs and bizarre experiences: love spells, toxic masculinity, infidelity, sexually transmitted diseases, a phantom pregnancy, sexless relationships, threesomes and prostitution, to name but a few. A unique book for the South African market, The Love Diary of a Zulu Boy is written with an honesty rarely encountered in autobiographical writing.

Fifteen-year-old Brett Gerson is a real-life S.R.K. (spoiled rich kid)–the guy you love to hate. Yep, Brett’s pretty much got life in the bag–until his dad is jailed for insider trading, and the family money swirls down the drain. Brett wishes things could go back to the way they were–until some dirty swimming pools change everything.

A labor of love... Seraphina Fawkes is ready to make her mark on the Little Rock design industry as Gallagher Interiors’ new lead on Tanbee House—a coveted historic restoration project. But the job’s biggest perk might be her handsome boss, Grant Gallagher. Grant shares Seraphina’s straightforward, no-nonsense demeanor, so she’s surprised when he hires an old adversary who was suspected of involvement in a drug ring. Though Grant seems intent on giving him a chance, she’ll keep a close watch on anything that could jeopardize the project—or her growing partnership with Grant. Getting what he wants—even at others’ expense—never used to be difficult for Grant, but sexy, stubborn Seraphina tests his resolve. Though deception is necessary to maintain his covert investigation into the crime syndicate plaguing the city, Grant knows that the longer he hides the truth, the more destructive it will be when revealed. Will Seraphina still trust Grant, and their intense connection, after she finds out their foundation is built on secrets?

For years, he was a part of my life. I watched him rush to the hospital countless times, his beautiful surgeon hands racing to save lives. After all this time, I can't escape the truth. I want Dr. Lowe. Lust chokes each moment we're together. He promises to fulfill my fantasies-every dirty, naughty desire we can dream up. Only, I can't have him. He's confident. Experienced. Seductive. And he's my ex-boyfriend's father.

A seventeen-year-old girl and her family move to Colmar. Payton meets a family that is full of dark secrets. The more secrets she finds, the more danger her life is in. The book is full of action, thriller, suspense, and science fiction. Colmar will keep you on the edge of our seat.