Cat Porter

A fateful shipwreck leaves the young and wealthy Lord Brandon presumed dead, and his estate in England lies abandoned and ripe for the picking. Years later, his step-cousin Justine finds him alive and drug-addicted, and against his family's wishes, boldly brings him home to reclaim his...

Beck: On the final night of my band's sold-out world tour, my high life comes crashing down on me. Girlfriend. Band. Best friend. All of it. Blindsided, humiliated, pissed off, I take off and slam right into Violet. Years have gone by since we shared a life-changing conversation in the dark...

Miss Georgina Townsend begged me to ruin her. After all, selfish plunder is what I excel at. How can I, Charles Montclare, second son of an Earl, renowned rake, possibly refuse this beautiful young heiress who's determined to thwart her family's unsavory plans for her future? Of course, I should...

Book 2 in a highly addictive friends-to-lovers rock star romance duet! Violet is mine. We're meant for each other. So damn good together. She may be stubborn, but so am I, and I won't let go. I'm determined to make her mine. I won't let anything tear us apart. I've fallen in love for the first...

I may be the rising dark star of Chicago’s criminal underworld, but I’ve been warned, and I have one chance to make things right, flying halfway around the world to do it. Until one hot AF heiress gets in my way with an unforgettable kiss and a blast of gunfire....

"I still have the dreams, baby. Do you? In mine, I plead and wait for your touch to come like it always did. But it never does. I strain against the iron, but you're no longer there in the shadows. I'm alone. One single shard of deep dark hope was enough back then. Not now. My claws, your fangs...

The bad boy. The f--k up. The thief. That was me. Once a king, now a wanderer. I'd thrown the best parts of me away over and over again. I was reckless. Still am. I'd been exiled. Twice. I did my time. I've cleaned up. Well, sort of. I got plans. Yeah, good ones. Then I ran into her. A bolt of...

A knife that cut too deep, a slash that still burns, failures piled high and flammable. I held my losses at bay with knives, with guns, my hands, my bike, my brothers, my iron will. But not my heart. No, my heart was the flame that would light the match, ignite the blaze. I am the enforcer - the...

I am that gash in her soul. Once I loved her, really loved her. And she loved me, and it was so f--king beautiful. Once. That pendulum swings to and fro. We're here, and then we're - no. How can that rare beauty be rendered irrelevant, intangible, when I still feel so damn much? Does all that...

I suppose some of us have to get really dirty before we can become truly clean. I was allegedly South Dakota's most famous Old Lady. Sixteen years ago, I had survived my Old Man's murder. Never again. Never again will I surrender my heart. Never again will I sacrifice to the Club. But that all...