Kristy Marie

I used to rule the racetrack. Now, I'm just a hothead on a losing streak. Desperate for a win, I've alienated everyone, burned every bridge, and run out of options. Except one. Lola Quinn: the brilliant, fiery engineer who could turn my luck around.

Dr. Duke Potter is no hero. Nor am I some damsel that needs saving—if that’s what we’re calling it. But that’s exactly what Duke thinks he did when he found me on the arm of a short-tempered congressman, arranged to be married. I should have told him the truth....

Wealthy. Entitled. Monarch. Dr. Astor Potter was everything I despised in a man. It didn’t matter that he was my sister’s one-night stand or her closest colleague. I wasn’t charmed by his philanthropy or the way he made babies laugh using those ridiculous voices....

Secrets. Lies. Betrayal. Mine and Sebastian’s relationship wasn’t built on the foundation of trust. It was built over war. A ruthless war that exposed who we really were. Enemies. Imposters. And Lovers. Sebastian and I would never be friends—not after what we did....

21 Rumors is a collection of three full-length stand-alone, romantic comedy novels with crossover characters from each book. Rumor has it she struck a deal with the bad boy. Rumor has it she struck a deal with the enemy. Rumor has it she struck a deal with her husband....

A brilliant surgeon. A master sculptor. The media touted Dr. Potter as a savior dressed in a crisp suit. I think he’s a vicious madman of jerk-sized proportions. But fate is a wicked tease. Only Dr. Potter can give me what I need. A fresh start. A new identity....

What happens when you strike a deal with baseball's most talented pitcher? You slip a plastic ring on his finger and say, "I do." Quirky meets broody in this laugh-out-loud, romantic comedy from best-selling author, Kristy Marie....

It’s official. I, Ainsley James, am crazy. Desperate and crazy. It’s the only explanation as to why I’m nauseous, standing outside Maverick Lexington’s door. I mean, it’s possible the stories about his deck of playing cards - with the letters IOU scrawled across the back....

Kristy Marie brings all the feels in this heart-wrenching, emotional journey of overcoming obstacles and finding love in the most unexpected places....

No kissing. No cuddling. No blah, blah, blah. He wrote the rules onto our skin - every ink stroke tragically smeared by the lines we’d crossed. He claimed it was the only way we could be together. But there was an exception to his rules - one he never saw coming....

Bianca: Pretty things distract me. But in my line of work, a distraction will get you caught - or in my case, blackmailed. But Connor Hayes isn't just furious with me. He's charming. Relentless. And itching for payback. He doesn't just want my money, though....

The first time I saw Cade Jameson, his pants were around his ankles...Every line of hard-earned muscle beckoned me to "squeeze here." But I'm getting ahead myself. To tell this story right, I'll have to start with the present. My name is Brecklyn Brannon, and I'm not who I claim to be....

Theo Von Bremen. Aloof, elite, and baseball's next MVP, his name hangs on every woman's next breath. Except for mine. All I want to know is if we're having tacos tonight - it's his turn to buy. Friendships like ours are forged from drunken sleepovers....

No one needs that many hookups! Not even soon to be major league pitcher Theo Von Bremen. So, I help him by routinely thinning out his contact list - because I'm the best roommate ever. And he's optimal baby daddy material. For me - not Amanda one, two, or three....

Tobias Hale is surrounded by rumors, most of which are true. Underneath that three-piece suit is a cold, callous man who rules the courtroom with an iron tongue. Judges hate him with the same passion he hates me.

Arrogant. Indifferent. Uncompromising. Remington Potter was a sarcastic jerk with a body of an avenging angel. He screamed good times and bad decisions. But that’s not what made us friends....

They're brilliant surgeons with stethoscopes and six-pack abs, but beneath those arrogant smirks, these men are hiding hearts encased in ice. Haunted by past tragedies, they've sworn off love, convinced they're better off alone.

I knew him only as Van Gogh. A tortured artist who owned the night as he moved through the shadows, cloaked in hate and madness. He was a vicious vigilante—a serial arsonist who thrived on the fear he triggered with a single match between his tattooed knuckles.