Books by Sadie Haller

Looking to hook up with a potentially compatible kinky fellow celebrity near you when nobody--literally nobody--can know you're the opposite of vanilla?There's an app for that.Quietly warn a fellow actress not to be alone with a certain producer and... BOOM. I'm dumped from Hollywood's A-list to everyone's blacklist in the blink of an upload. So when I accidentally swipe right on my ex, who is still very much a hot commodity in this town, I'm not about to tank his career along with mine. But Eli has questions, and I just might like the way he plans to wring the answers out of me.

Looking to hook up with a potentially compatible kinky fellow aristocrat near you? There's an app for that.I'd imagined my wedding day countless times as a young girl, complete with Prince Charming.True, there is a prince. But charming? Not even close.Fetwrk is a hook-up app for the debauched and kinky.More whips and chains than hearts and flowers

Want to hook up with a compatible fellow celebrity near you?There needs to be an app for thatI have a quiet reputation for fixing the most sordid and tawdry of situations. Preventing them in the first place? For that, I'm going to need a little help. But what Stuart wants in return...

Bas:Meadow is off-limits. She's my tenant, my friend, and most importantly, a woman who has her shit together when I famously do not.But in the dark of night, when the filthiest of fantasies take over, it's her soft, curvy body I'm tying up, holding down, and dominating.So I throw myself into yet another new project-a Halloween street party. It's supposed to be clean and wholesome, but with each planning session, a little bit of kink slides in. And my depravity is just twisted enough that I start to imagine the good doctor is enjoying the double entendres.Meadow:I've been keeping a secret from Bas since the moment I met him, and everything that's happened since then-our friendship, my inappropriate crush, the fact that I moved into the apartment over his bar-is tainted by that lie.I need to confess everything, and I will, after Halloween. Because there's no way I'm going to miss the hottest party of the year-or lose what might be my only chance to explore the hidden side of my desires I've never been brave enough to let loose before....THE HALLOWEEN STREET PARTY RULES: * No nudity. Leave your undies on when you climb onto the spanking bench!* Adults only, please. The entire street is licensed for liquor and inappropriate language.* Whatever you do, don't fall in love with your best friend. The costumes aren't real, and the feelings are fragile.

Sasha: He's a player. End of story. I'm not interested. Tate: Something about her lights me up inside. Makes me reckless. So what if she doesn't like me? I like her-a lot. And once I turn on the charm, she doesn't stand a chance. Sasha: Fine. Maybe we can use each other for sex. And the occasional late night conversation that nobody else will understand. That doesn't mean anything… THE PLAY-BY-PLAY: * They don't like each other, but they both like sex-and watching * They have more in common with each other than they want to admit * Sometimes the best f*** buddies are friends, too THE SCORE: * This is a hockey romance heavy on body-checking and double entendres, and light on ice-time. Let's call it hockey-adjacent. We make up for that with angsty fighting, happy screwing, and a love story so secret even the main characters don't see it coming.

Lachlan:365 days I've wanted Beth beneath me, begging for release. One long, angst-filled year we've circled each other, keeping things strictly professional.But I've also got shit in my past that complicates relationships. And I should know better than to hope secrets can stay buried.Hugh:A year? Try ten. A decade ago, I let Lachlan walk away because deep down, I knew he needed something else.As soon as I laid eyes on her, I understood what I was up against: he loves Beth. Looks at her in a way he'd never look at me.I get it.Curvy, smart, and bossy? I just might love her, too.Beth:Two men. Two first dates.Two first kisses… But this doesn't feel like a love triangle. Oh no. It's much more complicated than that. I'm not complaining. I'm game for anything. I just have one rule: we don't tell anyone.SECURITY BRIEFING:* Warning: there are no limits to these Mounties' willingness to please* Never underestimate the strength of a woman* Sometimes the past can come back and bite you...if you're lucky* Top-secret clearance means three doesn't need to be a crowd

Stew:I haven't been the most attentive husband lately.Adrienne:He's the chief of staff to a brand new prime minister. I get it.But…Stew:Yeah. That "but". That's the problem. I've got a lot on my plate, but none of it is more important than my marriage.FOOTNOTES:¿•No hipsters or metrosexuals were harmed in the making of this book¿•This story takes place at the beginning of Prime Minister (Frisky Beavers #1), but can be read as a standalone silver fox story

Max: The first time I met Violet Roberts, she gave me her submission for the night. The second time I met her, it was across a boardroom and man, was she pissed. Now she insists we have a "conflict of interest". She wants us to "move forward like grown-ups." But I can't forget our single, scorching night together-when what I wanted and how I wanted it wasn't a problem, because it nailed all her kinky buttons, too. Violet: Max Donovan is a dirty, dirty man. Deliciously so. But the former child TV star turned renowned paediatrician and best friend to the prime minister is also my client. One of us needs to be responsible, and it's not going to be him. So why can't I forget how utterly incredible it was to be at his mercy? And what am I going to do when he takes his pursuit to the next level? DIAGNOSIS: * A serious case of a one-night stand gone wrong (but not until after it went very, very right). PRESCRIPTION: * Healthy boundaries and a double-dose of will power. * Should that plan fail, the second course of treatment would be an air-tight contract and a solid cover story. END NOTE: * Real doctors and lawyers will likely be appalled at the professional infractions inside this (thankfully fictional) erotic romance. We recommend they start with Prime Minister, the first book in the Frisky Beavers series. By the time they finish Gavin and Ellie's book, they'll be so enamoured with Max that they'll forgive his transgressions in the pursuit of his filthy happily ever after ending.

A kinky Prime Minister, a vanilla intern, and a scandal that shouldn't feel so right or cost so much.Gavin:Ellie Montague is smart, sensitive, and so gorgeous it hurts to look at her. She's also an intern in my office. The office of the Prime Minister of Canada.*That's me. The PM.She calls me that because when she calls me Sir, I get hard and she gets flustered, and as long as she's my intern, I can't twist my hands in her strawberry-blonde hair and show her what else I'd like her to do with that pretty pink mouth.**Ellie:How much I like the PM varies on a daily basis. He's intense, controlling, and a perfectionist in every way-and he demands the same of his staff.How much I want him never wavers.There's something about him that tugs at me deep inside, and makes me wish that just once he'd cross the line in a late night work session. I'd take that secret to the grave if it meant I got a taste of the barely restrained beast inside him.***...FOOTNOTES: * This is a fictional romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book.** Except it's a kinky romance, so they were hurt a little.*** Spoiler alert: she gets more than a taste. And she likes it.