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About Lilian Monroe
Lilian Monroe lives in a luxurious jungle treehouse surrounded by lush greenery, with an army of scantily-clad men with rippling abdominal muscles ready to attend to her every need.
No, wait. That's not true.
Lilian Monroe spends her days dangling her feet into her pool, while a scantily-clad pool boy with rippling abdominal muscles feeds her chocolate-covered strawberries and massages her back.
Okay, okay. You got me. That's not true, either. Let's try again.
Lilian Monroe lives at home with her two children, three dogs, and twelve chickens. Her husband likes to work shirtless in the back yard. His sweaty, gleaming abdominal muscles ripple with every movement and he—
I'm sorry, I have to stop. Fine, I'll admit it. That one isn't true, either.
How about this: Lilian Monroe loves thinking about men with rippling abdominal muscles serving her hand and foot, and she wants you to think about them too! She is an avid reader, writer, and lover of all things romance.
She loves everything from bad boys to billionaires. Her books are packed with sizzling-hot heat, action, suspense, and everything from second chances to single dads. She hates cheating and loves a good happily ever after (and rippling abs).
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Hilarious, hot, and seriously refreshing. Dirty Little Midlife Crisis is the book you didn’t know you needed.
Forty-five, recently divorced, and a certified hot mess.
The last thing Fiona needs to start her vacation is a flooded hotel room and a broken-down car…
Alas, that’s what she gets.
She’s ready to pack it all in and go home—wherever that is—when her knight in a wet T-shirt strides in to save the day. Jaw-dropping, panty-melting Grant Greene takes the “mess” out of “certified hot mess” when he walks up to Fiona and offers her a room to stay. No strings attached.
It would be, apart from the sparks that immediately start to fly. Sparks are bad. Sparks are dangerous. Sparks can cause a fire. And for a divorcee trying to start over, a fire is Really Bad News.
But bad decisions can be fun...right? Just as long as you don’t get burned…
Intrepid heroine gets more than she bargained for. Hot hunk bares it all (literally). Skinny dipping. Shirtlessness. Meddling townsfolk. Vicious feuds. Hilarious banter. Twists, turns, and shocking developments. And heat, so much heat. More steam than a sauna. Well-earned HEA guaranteed.
Lily Viceroy arrived in Heart’s Cove with a suitcase by her side and two eensy weensy secrets tucked into the corners of her heart.
Well, that’s if “eensy” and “weensy” are code for “terrifying” and “dire.”
Clearly, the only thing for Lily to do is to engage in a good ol’ bout of denial.
So, instead of facing the truth, Lily goes searching for a distraction–and stumbles upon handsome, charming, roguish Rudy.
The man is made of steel and sin, like he was carved from Lily’s fantasies for the sole purpose of helping her hide from the looming uncertainty of her future.
And help her, he does.
With a kiss made of pure, fiery possession.
With hands of male perfection.
With lips promising better secrets than the ones hiding in Lily’s heart.
Well, secrets don’t stay hidden for long.
Especially not in Heart’s Cove.
And, apparently, my date to Manhattan’s most exclusive ball.
I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend.
The dress, the limousine, the red carpet… I thought they were meant for me.
That was mistake number one.
Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes and a body honed to masculine precision.
Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting.
And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I’m crashing?
Don’t mind if I do.
Listen, don’t judge me. It’s my birthday, remember? Nothing that happens tonight counts in real life.
That’s mistake number two.
Because the next morning, I start my new job as the nanny for a high-profile client.
And my new boss, the owner of this swanky Manhattan penthouse, and the father of these two adorable hellions?
Yup. Mr. Hanky-Panky.
But the biggest mistake of all?
Staying with him.
Working for him.
Letting my guard down, falling for him...
And crashing. Splat.
Oh—then I find out I’m pregnant.
Laugh-out-loud funny, with cover-to-cover banter and red-hot heat. Dirty Little Midlife Mess is not your typical fake relationship romance. It’s better.
Simone owes handsome, broody Wesley Byron a favor, and he’s calling it in.
He needs a maid.
Yes, like the type that cleans a house. Black and white uniform not included (she asked).
Except on Simone’s first day, she finds herself wrapped up in Wes’s muscular arms as he introduces her to his family using the word “girlfriend” instead of “maid”.
Then he ducks his head and whispers two words against her ear: Play along.
For a woman who dealt with a difficult man for eleven years (and divorced him), those words are like throwing a lit match into a box of fireworks.
She’ll play along. She might even have fun with it.
And when the explosions start, everyone will enjoy the show...
Plucky heroine wants to start over. Brooding grump wants to be left alone. Small town rumor mill starts churning. Hilarity ensues. Heat escalates. Then escalates again. Then escalates again. Kaboom. Who said your forties had to be boring?
Holy heat! Dirty Little Midlife Mistake is packed full of the best kind of bad decisions.
Candice Viceroy—widow, mother, business owner—isn’t supposed to kiss anyone.
Especially not Hollywood heartthrob and hunky silver fox, Blake Harding.
Not in front of half a dozen cameras and a whole movie set’s worth of lights.
And not when, for the first time in nearly a decade, she gets certain special tingles in a certain special place.
So, Candice does what any normal, rational person would do:
She runs away. Literally.
One thing she doesn’t expect?
For Blake Harding—actor, Adonis, ladykiller—to lay chase.
That’s when Candice finds out she has a very, very big problem on her hands…
...because when Blake catches her, he isn’t planning on letting her go.
One little kiss turns out to be one big mistake. If you like laugh-out-loud humor, burn-the-page heat, and banter up the wazoo, then you need to read Dirty Little Midlife Mistake. Start with Book 1 for maximum enjoyability!
Sizzling-hot and seriously funny. Who said your forties couldn’t be both?
Katrina Viceroy is a recently divorced mother of two, and the proud new owner of a flat tire… until leather-clad motorcycle hottie, Mac Blair, arrives to save the day.
Mac is the exact opposite of Trina’s ex-husband. He’s got bad boy etched into every line of his muscular body, for one. Not to mention that gravelly, deep voice he uses to order her around.
Things like, “Swing that pretty leg over my bike,” and, “Hold on tight,” and, “Here’s my number; call me.”
When he’s got her frazzled and panting, Mac just...rides off.
Honestly, the nerve!
Apropos nothing, does anyone have a phone she can borrow?
The old Trina would have ignored the phone number burning a hole in her pocket, but the new and improved (read: divorced) Trina?
She’s calling. Even if it ends up being a total disaster.
Spoiler alert: it most certainly does.
Things...aren’t going according to plan.
He’s back in the town of Heart’s Cove for one day only. He just wants one moment with the woman he can’t get out of his head. Just one conversation. One look.
But Jen is nowhere to be found.
Instead, Fallon discovers that Jen desperately needs a partner for her upcoming baking competition. If the showrunners don’t find someone to compete with her, she won't be able to participate.
She won’t be able to win.
Volunteering to be Jen’s partner would be a terrible idea. A really, really bad move.
It would mean spending every waking moment with the woman who pushed him away.
Sleeping in the same room as her.
Being beside her for a whole month...yet not being able to touch her.
So when his mouth opens and the words “I’ll do it” fall out, he’s as shocked as everyone else.
And when Jen first lays her eyes on Fallon and realizes he’s her new teammate?
They both realize things are about to get a whole lot more complicated...
What if Cinderella went to the ball...and got pregnant?
The invitation is meant for someone else.
The dress is borrowed.
The clock is ticking.
What Elle should do is sneak right back out of the Royal Ball and make her way home.
Unfortunately, what she does is sneak into the castle.
A chance encounter leads her right into the Crown Prince’s arms…
...and things heat up, fast.
But when the clock strikes midnight, Elle remembers her curfew—one that, if broken, will get her kicked off the rowing team for good. No team, no scholarship, no future.
So, she runs.
Prince Charlie isn’t done with Elle.
Not for a minute.
Not even when he finds out she's carrying his heir.
Four scorching-hot books with swoonworthy heroes, sassy heroines, and growly, protective big brothers. A must-read collection!
Book 1: Shouldn't Want You
My brother’s best friend stole my first kiss, and then he left town without saying goodbye.
Now, he’s back...
...and I’m in trouble.
Love is a lie, and Sacha Black is the biggest fibber of them all.
Ten years ago, he told me he cared about me.
We kissed. I swooned.
His kiss still echoing on my lips, his face still etched on my brain.
G-O-N-E. Disappeared. Ghosted. Never to be heard from again…
My brother’s getting married, and his best man happens to be the one person I never want to see again.
Sacha Black is all grown up.
All thigh-clenching, cheek-burning, panty-melting misery.
The moment his stormy, gray eyes meet mine, I know my poor heart doesn’t stand a chance.
The only thing standing between us is ten years of pain and my very protective brother.
... Um, wrong.
Included in this collection:
Book 1: Shouldn't Want You
Book 2: Can't Have You
Book 3: Don't Need You
Book 4: Won't Miss You
All the feels. All the steam. All the we-know-we-shouldn't-but-we-can't-resist tension. One word: Unmissable.
He’s New York City’s most eligible CEO, and he’s about to be my baby’s daddy.
Zach Lockwood is irresistible.
He’s charming. He’s confident.
He’s got a smile that brings me to my knees.
Or at least, I wish it brought me to my knees.
There’s only one problem: Mr. Lockwood is my boss.
Otherwise known as: Off. Limits.
But off-limits doesn’t mean a girl can’t look, right?
What’s the point in having a panty-melting CEO if you can’t indulge in a few innocent fantasies?
Well, innocent might not be the right word for them.
But naughty as they may be, my fantasies are the least of my problems.
When I ruin the office Christmas party, I think I might be in trouble.
When he takes me back to his corner office, I know I’m in trouble.
I never knew trouble could feel so good.
And oh my, does it feel good.
It’s just one night.
One wild, fantasy-fueled night.
One night that changes everything.
Neither of us know it yet, but things are about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Knocked Up by the CEO is a standalone secret baby office romance, and the first book in the Knocked Up Series. Sizzling-hot and totally unmissable!
Note: Knocked Up by the CEO was previously titled Bad Boss
One date with the Prince.
What could possibly go wrong?
A whole lot can go wrong, apparently.
For one, I’m not exactly in the royal family’s good graces.
Thanks for dinner, guys. Nice to see you all after being banished from the Kingdom as a baby!
Prince Damon doesn’t seem to mind the death glares coming from across the table.
The way he looks at me makes my thighs clench.
When his hand brushes mine, my whole body burns.
Why am I staring at his lips right now? Why is my body begging me to kiss him?
Anyway, yadda yadda yadda…aaand I’m pregnant.
I’m the wrong girl in the wrong kingdom with the wrong prince.
But a small voice in my head—or my heart—whispers that Prince Damon might feel the same way I do.
Maybe this could work.
Maybe we have a chance.
Maybe this baby will have a family, and we'll get our happily ever after.
Family feuds run deep, though, and Damon has demons of his own.
When I tell him about the baby, will he choose me—or turn his back on the both of us and leave me out in the cold?
Heartless Prince is an accidental pregnancy romance featuring a brooding, stormy hero and his perfect match. This contemporary Sleeping Beauty retelling is full of Kindle-melting heat, swoonworthy romance, and of course, a very big, very bad prince.
Note: Previously titled Knocked Up by Prince Dashing
The Prince is an animal, and everyone knows it.
All I need to do is stay out of his way.
So, so wrong.
When I take my father’s place at Westhill Castle, everyone warns me about Prince Gabriel.
They tell me to stay away.
The Prince is dangerous. Wild. Angry.
One thing they don’t warn me about?
Prince Gabriel is panty-dropping hot.
Arrogant. As. Hell.
So, I hike my panties way, way up.
But the Prince has other ideas, and who am I to resist royalty?
Especially when he shows me just how wild he really is.
I know it’s a terrible idea. I know I’m going to get hurt.
The only thing I don’t know is how he’ll react when I tell him I’m pregnant.
Cruel Prince is Book 3 of the Royally Unexpected series. Brooding, brutish Gabriel gets his story in this contemporary Beauty and the Beast retelling. This is a stand-alone romance with no cliffhanger and a HEA.
Note: Previously titled Knocked Up by Prince Gallant