Jennifer Apodaca

Ivy York became an accountant because numbers don’t lie and cheat. Too bad the same can’t be said of the men she’s met. Now, as the wildly successful host of the radio show, “The Economic Sex Hex,” she advises women to take control of their money and to spot the bad boys before they get too close. And the ultimate bad boy Sex Hex is the Urban Legend, a man known for lovin’ women (exquisitely) and leavin’ while chasing down stolen property for a hefty fee. No one knows who he really is…but every woman he’s ever pleasured would happily take him back for more…Luke Sterling likes being the Urban Legend almost as much as he likes bringing thieves to justice. And right now, he’s on the trail of two stolen figurines famous for conferring sexual prowess—and the trail leads straight to Ivy. Posing as her personal assistant should be a piece of cake, but Luke didn’t count on Ivy’s own brand of Sex Hex. That good girl game coupled with fierce smarts wrapped around one luscious, curvy body is making him want to prove to Ivy that the Urban Legend more than lives up to his top billing. Suddenly, the hottest show in town isn’t on the air—it’s between the sheets…

What's better than a long, lazy day at the shore? Think beach-blanket bingo with a sizzling hottie (or three). So sit back, relax, and don't worry about tan lines, because in this scorching collection, swimsuits are definitely optional…

A sample kit of sex toys becomes a catalyst for murder, forcing dating service owner Samantha Shaw to team up with detective Logan Vance when her friend Angel, who was on the verge of launching her lingerie business, mysteriously vanishes.

Rowan Gallagher is a devoted single mother and a talented architect with a high-profile commission restoring an historic mansion for the most powerful family in Maine. But inside, she’s a mess. She knows that stalking her ex’s avatar all over Portland on her phone isn't the healthiest way to heal from their breakup. But she’s out of ice cream and she's sick of romcoms. Watching his every move is both fascinating and infuriating. He's dining out while she's wallowing on the couch. The last straw comes when he parks in their favorite spot on the waterfront. In a weak moment, she leashes the dog and sets off to see who else is in his car. Instead of catching her ex in a kiss, Rowan becomes the first witness to his murder—and the primary suspect. But Rowan isn’t the only one keeping secrets. As she digs for the truth, she discovers the dead man was stalking her too, gathering intimate details about her job and her past. Struggling to clear her name, Rowan finds herself spiraling into the shadowy plot that killed him. Will she be the next to die?

She’s a sharp-tongued, rebel P.I. who eats idiots for breakfast. He’s a sexy bookstore owner who may or may not be a womanizing killer. Then again, nobody’s perfect…Holly Hillbay is a kick-ass rule breaker with an 80’s jacket-sized chip on her sexy shoulder. Want a piece of her? Get in line, pal. What Holly loves most is her job as a P.I. Bringing in pond scum who cheat on their wives makes her day. Like this guy, Wes Brockman, owner of Books on the Beach. Apparently, he’s slipping between the covers with another man’s wife. Joining Wes’s cozy book club is the perfect way to get close to him and expose him for the lying, cheating, pseudo-intellectual creep that he is. He probably wears a turtleneck and a beret. Or not…Problem numero uno: Wes Brockman is one seriously sexy hunk of man who fires up Holly’s dormant libido faster than she can say, “I’ll take this in hardcover.” The guy should come in a home game version. Plus, he’s made it clear that Holly’s in-your-face attitude is a total turn on. Gulp. Holly doesn’t think Wes is having an affair—not yet, at least (note to self: bikini wax…)—but she’s pretty sure the mysterious, dangerous vibe he gives off is no act. He’s hiding something, and she intends to find out exactly what it is…especially when one of the book club members is found dead in the store’s meeting room.Now, with a page opened to secret identities, blackmail, betrayal, murder, and sex on the beach (the drink) and, well, sex on the beach (not the drink), Holly’s into a case that is anything but by-the-book and one that’s riskier, hotter, and more delicious than she ever dreamed possible…