F.G. Adams writes contemporary and paranormal romance about sexy alpha heroes and feisty-mouthed heroines. The wonder twin sisters forming F.G. enjoy a healthy obsession of reading that started at a young age. Their books reflect an avid imagination that was cultivated by their grandmother who taught them the mind has no limits and to use both hands when reaching for the stars. Partners in writing, they both thrive on creating unique storylines for you, the reader to enjoy.
When not writing, you can find them on a beach with their significant other enjoying the waves or riding a Harley on a country road somewhere in the USA.
I don’t get my name from winning, I get my name
for my size. I am a BEAST, I’m also the one your father’s warn you little girls
Beast has had his life set for him for an early
age, he was pushed into training to fight the world’s best. His father had his
eyes on the dollar signs while he forced his son into the brutal world of MMA.
He was trained hard, and he became the best. But the bosses have changed the
rules and the rules are about to fuck him over. He will bring hell down onto
the MMA circuit and he will become top man. But will he gain the power he
deserves? Or is everything he’s worked so hard for been for nothing?
Carlotta is a fierce woman whose life hasn’t been
quite straight cut. But she leads her path in the right direction, sort of.
When the opportunity arises to make extra money to fund her passion, she takes
She trains. She fights. She wins.
Meeting Beast was an unpleasant experience, and
her dislike for his egocentric and arrogant behaviour rubs her the wrong way,
but her curiosity is piqued and she can’t remove him from her mind. Will their
one night of passion lead to anything? Or will being in the MMA lifestyle tear
them apart before they get started?
Who will win the ultimate battle of hatred and
anger? Will they fight for their passion or will it come crumbling down around
them with severe consequences?
I have one rule: Never date a female fighter. They’re catty, bitchy and most
probably swing the other way. But there’s just one woman that has me in a tail
spin. Funny, headstrong, witty and hot as f***.
Have you ever wanted a girl that’s unlike others? Who is so unreachable that
your guts ache? I have. I do. A few months ago, I screwed up good and proper
with the one girl that makes my heart stutter. The one girl who has my head
spinning out of control. My thoughts revolve around her yet I continue to screw
up instead of approaching her.
Relationships are alien to me, I have no idea how to make one work. I have
baggage that Gemma should never have to witness. Being friends is out of the
question when it comes to her. My heart beats for her and she doesn’t even know
it. But will my family ever leave me in peace to find love? Or will they shoot
it down before I even get the chance? Will they stop me seeing the one girl who
gives me butterflies?
If I want something. I’ll get it. My family can go you screw themselves. But
that’s easier said than done.
The gym, the firehouse, home, the bar… that’s my life. I live life in
the fast lane, never slowing down. Lately, with my boys finding love, I’ve
found myself being the fifth wheel. My mood soured and my thoughts kept
drifting to finding someone for myself. Strange, I know. I like to test drive
but I’ve found no one worthy of me. I won’t settle for anything less than
perfect, no fake bitches for me. I want someone who’ll challenge me, to put me
in my place.
Frankie. The one girl that’s captured my attention
for more than ten minutes, someone who cursed at me for staring at her tits. I
have to say, that’s never happened before. She’s the kind of woman who knows
what she wants in life, she’s successful and astoundingly pretty, yet she
doesn’t believe it herself. Is she the one to change my womanising ways? Will
she be the one to warm my bed longer than one night?
Everything was pretty fucking dandy until
Jennifer, my psycho ex, text me with a secret that could change my life. I
don’t know what to believe and my head is completely fucked up. What do I do?
Will this break me and Frankie before anything has even begun? I’m begging,
praying, for this shit to end quickly so I can move on. I hope to fucking God
Jen was lying, but is she? Or for once in her life is she telling the truth?
Lucii is your typical British
girl, hates the sun and hibernates when summer arrives! She lives at home with
her 3 year old daughter, where they spend the day watching Frozen and playing
She started off as a regular
person, job, home life, health issues and a love of reading. After reading the
Fifty shade phenomenon, she went onto social media to seek other authors
writing the same or similar genres. She entered a world she didn’t know existed
and went on to open a successful blog.
Inspiring dreams took a back
burner while she learned the book community and met a bunch of amazing authors
and readers alike.
A year later she decided to
start writing, hoping against hope that her friends and fellow readers will like
what she brings to the table.
The year is 2119 and the world is not as it once was.
Hadyn's been lost since before the Change,
before all technology was cut off from the world. The Slayers have been after
him for decades, one with a special interest in seeing him ripped apart,
slowly, painfully. How long can Hadyn stay hidden? When he is being hunted at
Then he met her.
Edana didn't expect her life to get this
interesting, nor did she think she'd ever find a dragon. She knew they existed,
she'd always felt there was a world that was hidden. A chance meeting with
Hadyn has confirmed her beliefs. Are all dragons as devastatingly handsome as
Hadyn? Could she be that lucky?
When the Slayers find them, she is caught in the
middle of a battle between two rivals who have been hunting each other for
Can Hadyn keep her safe from his world? Or will
she burn along with them?
Kate grew up in Western Sydney, Australia, hoping to one day have a pet dragon and castle to roam around in. Then the Khaleesi stole her life and she was forced to reinvent herself.
It was around the age of 15 when she really thought she could make it as a writer, and after course after course on different writing styles, she finally gulped down her fear and pursued independent publishing.
When she's not writing, she's spending time with her boyfriend and their zoo of pets that include snakes, spiders, lizards, turtle, an axolotl and a bird.
I was four years old when I learnt what evilness the world could bring. I fought through life with my scarred soul, wrangled through the dark empty nights where I’d pray I didn’t wake up the next morning. I would shut my eyes and mentally take myself to my happy place.
The sound of waves crashing on the sand under my feet.
The final time the cold blade pushed up against my thigh, and I waited for my blood to trickle over the other One hundred and thirty-six scars that covered my skin— never came. Who was this man who just saved me? He had no idea how close I came to ending myself that day. I was ready to blow my brains all over the bedroom walls and I had a nine sitting under my pillow to prove it.
Some people have families, I had engineered human killing machines surrounding me my whole life. I’d been a part of this unit since I was a baby, raised in a community that was shut off from the real world. A community where we were nothing but empty vessels, until Hella (my best friend) and I escaped. Hella took us to a girl who was in foster care with him before he was summoned into The Army. After finding out yet another complication in my life, I needed space. I booked in to a run down apartment, ready to clear my head. Only my head didn’t clear, because I was haunted every night from the screams that would vibrate through my walls.
This is not a story of a perfect man coming in to save the day. This is a story of what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide.
Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar.
When she's not creating magic, you can usually find her relaxing in front of the television watching the latest episode of Supernatural or Vikings. (This will be updated as she finds new television shows with hot actors.)
She's the proud mother of four little critters who are the reason she breathes, but also the reason she drinks.
She's the wife-to-be to the love of her life. She says wife-to-be because she scares him a little, and he still hasn't decided whether he wants to wed her or not. Such an exciting relationship.
She loves meeting new people and believes the world needs more kindness.
F*ck being good. When you’ve been screwed over by Mr. Wrong, let a Spectacular Rascal show you how good it feels to be bad.
My best friend and boss at Magnificent Bastard consulting—get revenge on your ex or your money back—is the smooth, successful New York businessman type. But me? I’m the other guy—the one you don’t bring home to mama. The tattooed, rough-around-the-edges, 100% primal badass. I won’t pull out your chair, sweetheart, but I will pull your hair.
I’ve got what it takes to make sure your dangerous dick of an ex thinks twice before he knocks on your door again.
Or I thought I did, until I meet my latest client: Catherine Jones, a.k.a. Polka Dot Panties. Former college running partner, sexiest woman I’ve ever almost de-virginized, and the only girl I’ve never been able to get out of my damn head.
Now my one-that-got-away is looking up at me with those big green eyes, daring me to take on an ex as dick-ish and dangerous as hers.
Well, you know what they say—it’s all fun and games until you’re making out on top of a mobster’s limousine.
Soon Catherine and I are in deep. We’re on guard, on the run, and on top of each other every chance we get. But outsmarting her mobster ex is the least of my worries, especially when I start thinking our falling hard act isn’t an act at all.
But after all this time, can a guy from the wrong side of the tracks find his forever with the sweet and sexy polka-dot-pantied girl next door?
Warning: SPECTACULAR RASCAL is a stand-alone erotic romance told from the hero’s point of view. No cliffhanger. Lots of dirty talk.
U.S.A. Today Bestselling author Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.
These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.
She's everything he wants. Even when she can't see it.
After her last relationship ended in the hospital, Lainey Eversman ditched Ohio to start fresh in a sleepy North Carolina town. Her tiny apartment above the Drunken Duck may be cramped, but she’s ready to let her big dreams erase those bad memories.
When she sprains her ankle, she reluctantly accepts Chris Harper’s help to cut her last few ties to Ohio, though she dares not accept anything else from the sexy architect. The last thing she can trust is her instincts when it comes to men.
Chris knew the fiery Lainey was his one and only the moment he set eyes on her. If only she’d let him get closer than arm’s length. But their trip to Ohio cracks the walls shielding her vulnerability, and she finally, hesitantly, takes that last step into his arms.
It’s still going to be tough to convince her to give love a fighting chance—especially with an ex who won’t take “go away” for an answer.
Warning: Contains a small-town hero who’ll do anything to convince a skittish big-city girl that he’s a safe bet. Expect loyal friendships, sweet kisses, and hot, dirty sex in the great outdoors.
The idyllic countryside of Lainey Eversman’s new home left a lot to be desired when you were under attack by mutant country spiders. Four weeks ago she’d purchased ten lakeside acres in the lush mountains of North Carolina. Currently she was standing on a rickety kitchen chair swatting at a horde of massive spiders crawling through a crack in her cabin’s ceiling. All the while wishing desperately she’d never left the confines of city life.
She was trying admirably to not freak out like a total pansy, but when a shower of leggy spiders fell in her hair she gave up the fight. Giving a little squeak she launched herself from the old wooden chair and began to dance around like a lunatic while brushing her hands madly through her hair.
After a brief tussle with her own ego, she finally gave up and headed for a real shower. The kind with water and soap. No one had to know she’d nearly had a meltdown over a few spiders. Those ten acres, so happily purchased a few weeks ago, had come with a tiny hunting cabin. One room encompassing a very small and formerly very dirty shower, a toilet, a kitchen sink the size of her favorite pair of shoes, and a mini fridge fresh out of the box, all in a twelve-by-twelve room.
At the time it had seemed like the perfect place to hang tight while she had a place built. In retrospect she should have taken her brother and his girlfriend up on the offer to make use of their guest room until the build was completed. She loved both Cal and Molly, but she had little interest in finding them in compromising positions all over the apartment. Given the pair of them, it would be near impossible to catch them doing anything but getting frisky.
The creepy cabin in the middle of nowhere was her home for the duration. It wasn’t so bad, aside from the bugs, the smothering summer heat, and the incessant nature noise. No one ever told her living in the sticks was loud. Since her first week in the cabin she’d been serenaded nightly by an orchestra of bullfrogs, crickets, and assorted evening critters. Every morning the birds woke her at first light. Eventually she’d adjust to the nature sounds, but to date she’d been averaging about six hours a night; not really enough to feel rested. Altogether leaving her just a little bit cranky from lack of sleep.
In theory living alone surrounded by nature was an amazing retreat, but in reality it was quite the adjustment for a city girl leaping into the next stage of her life.
After scrubbing all the spider particles from every square inch of her body she exited the shower and tossed on a pair of simple cotton panties and the thinnest tank top she could find. It was a beautiful August evening, but the heat of the day hadn’t dissipated enough to leave Lainey comfortable. The heat and humidity left her feeling sticky the moment she toweled off from the shower.
Being a half-mile down a winding lane in the middle of nowhere had its perks. Sitting on her miniscule porch in her underwear with her feet propped up was definitely one of them.
Well, until she saw a car’s lights turn off the main road and make its way toward the cabin. It could only be a handful of people. Her brother Cal, Cal’s girlfriend Molly, or more likely Chris. Chris the hottie architect that she’d met through Cal and Molly, who was contracted to redesign the coffee shop she’d purchased.
Given the light glow of a near full moon, Lainey guessed it to be nearly ten. Rather late for a business meeting. Finally, she determined it was Chris, as his sleek black car eased slowly closer until it was nearly ready to park next to her own car on the far side of the porch. Lost in her own thoughts, she was about to greet the hottie architect in her panties.
Launching herself to her feet in an effort to reach the front door of the cabin before Chris cleared the porch was easier said than done. In her rush she almost crushed a cricket with a poorly placed foot. Attempting to save the cricket’s life, Lainey lurched to the left and managed to trip over her own feet. Landing in an inelegant pile, she watched the cricket hop away unharmed.
As she was attempting to right herself Chris stepped into view and halted his progress at the foot of the porch.
Nestled away in a small town in Ohio, I spend my days adding delicious books to my library, snuggling with my three rotten dogs, and debating the finer points of life with the dear husband. When I'm not tucked away with a book you can be find me tapping away at my laptop. With coffee. And my playlist.