Have you ever had a moment of pure insanity, landing you up against an elevator wall with a total stranger? Just me then, huh? Well, he wasn't exactly unknown, but that's besides the point. The second I met Jared Carrington, I couldn't decide if I wanted to throat punch him or kiss him. Choosing the latter was a mistake of epic proportions, and after two of the best months of my life he broke my heart. Big surprise. If you're on the fence about hooking up with a guy like him, use my story as a cautionary tale. Stay away from arrogant jerks with skillful hands and a tongue that.

In Black Balled, you'll meet enemies to lovers Larson Blackburn and Troy Babilonia. Blackburn is an indie author whose latest release is obliterated by the renowned reviewer "Babu" of the Bluffington Gazette and followed by thousands on Greatreads. Let the social media war begin between these two alphas and watch the stakes reach a sizzling crescendo!

The Bedding the Billionaire series is a collection of interconnected stand-alone stories. Each installment features a dirty-talking alphahole, a feisty, take-no-prisoners heroine, tons of witty banter, and super hot sexy times. It includes the full-length novel, Billionaire Bosshole and the novellas, Billionaire Bossman and Billionaire Bad Boy.

We all have our reasons.... For some, it’s fame or fortune. Others are seeking power or revenge. For Courtney Knight, it’s about forgetting and healing from a past only she knows exists. Unfortunately, pasts don’t stay there for long, and now the problem with her plan...is the future. Courtney signed on the dotted line, without reading the contract, when she joined Compatible Companions. She knew the main objective, but she didn’t know her match. Or so she thought. The funny thing about reasons...they change without warning.

“I’m a virgin. And you need to relieve me of that.” What respectable guy could say no to that? Yeah, she was my best friend. But she was also the hottest chick I’d ever known. I thought it would be simple. I thought we’d have a good time, then pretend like it never happened. It turns out, I was an idiot. Now, she wants nothing to do with me, but I’m determined. I’ve spent the last five years without her, and I refuse to waste another day.

Sebastian Blackwell isn't only the sexiest man I've ever met. He's also my boss. The way our every interaction is laced with sexual energy makes my already difficult job that much harder. He turns me on so much, I constantly fantasize about him. To the point where I find myself writing at work about what would happen if we had an affair. It's not a big deal, I swear. This is meant to stay at the purely fantasy level. Until he finds it.

Sometimes the most novel approach to love comes when we least expect it.... A lot can happen at a book convention, but for a conservative romance author like me, things remained fairly predictable. Until the unofficial king of smut crashed into my life, leaving sparks - and our luggage flying around us. I had never heard of the illustrious Gage Blackstone, but after two seconds in his presence, my mind was conjuring up scenes that wouldn’t make it into my sweet stories. He was worldly, gorgeous and his eyes promised naughty things to come. Things I never knew I wanted.

An older alpha with a taste for bad decisions. A kinky omega who’s up for anything. An app that brings them together. Ramiro Danner has been around the block more than once. He’s tired of playing around, but this alpha has a weakness for younger omegas who aren’t interested in anything more than a fling. Ram never expected that agreeing to be a guinea pig for a new dating app would be anything more than a disaster, but when he meets Erik, all of that changes.

Good-girl Erica Teague is out on bail, charged with a crime her ex-lover committed. A lifetime of sticking to the rules has left her broke, burned, and facing a trial and certain conviction, thanks to the evidence planted by her trust-funder ex. Desperate to experience one wild night of sizzling sex before her freedom is torn away from her, Erica heads to a notorious night club in search of a one-night stand - where a case of mistaken identity lands her in the arms of a hot Scot with a secret past.  

When your best friend is also your boss, "great ideas" aren't always optional. After all, when you run the largest fashion, gossip, and trend blog in the country, you've got to take risks to keep it edgy. Believe me. This is edgy. The idea? For one week, date every male fantasy. The list? The Jock. The Rock Star. The Billionaire. The Stepbrother. See how they are all crossed off except one? That's because he's Satan. And Scottish. And my best friend's stepbrother.

Liars. Every last one of them. The kings and queens of my new high school. The father and stepmother I never knew. Each has more wealth and privilege than I could've ever imagined. Each has a pile of wicked dirty secrets they'd do anything to protect. These people have grown accustomed to getting what they want, and what they want is to make my life a living hell. Too bad for them, you can't break someone who's already broken.

Here’s what I know. Being a cupid is hard work. Love Matches, Lust Breath, Flirt Touches, not to mention having to meet my quotas every month. And hitting your target with arrows? That shit is not easy. But all of that I could handle. Gladly. If only my cupid powers would actually work. The clock is ticking, but I have the perfect candidate to start with. Warren Knight. Smart, hot as hell, rich, bachelor-dud extraordinaire. Of course, the asshole doesn’t want to fall in love, so I have my work cut out for me.

Deacon Black is perfectly content with the status quo - work, sleep, repeat. Who cares if he’s rigid, structured, and set in his ways? It’s a job requirement that keeps his men safe and his company’s doors open. One phone call is all it takes to upend his life and land him right back into a past he has tried to forget. Revisiting old ghosts is the last thing he needs. Especially when the forced trip down memory lane includes the only woman he never wanted to see again.

It might be fair to say that I despise Macy Carrington. She slings insults with precision, not caring about the destruction she leaves in her wake. We clash in a battle of wills every time we're around each other, and yet I still fantasize about being lodged deep within her body. I have never encountered someone that grates me the way Cal Carson does. His pompous, arrogant demeanor. A holier-than-thou attitude. Any interaction with "Saint Cal" ends in a verbal clash of epic proportions, and yet there's no one I'd rather have.

My name is Troy Babilonia, but I'm best known as Babu, a renowned literary critic with my own online column. I'm followed by thousands! I'm a living god in the literary world. I have no filter, and for that my flock of humble followers are forever grateful. If it weren't for me, they wouldn't know what to read. I have zero tolerance for weak-minded attention seekers, nor do I have respect for the self-proclaimed geniuses of the indie world. My advice to all indie authors is to never break the cardinal rule in this cutthroat business. Ever.