S.L. Scott

Fall in love with a rock star! These sexy band mates and brothers have it all - heart, rhythm, soul, and are all out sexy....

Move on with your life, they said. Forget her, they said. But how could Ben Edwards forget the woman who was supposed to be his forever? When Grace Stevens disappeared—without a word, without a trace—she took half his soul with her.

The Everest Brothers is a compilation of contemporary romance, royal romance, and romantic suspense best-selling novels. These alphas fall hard and love harder while sweeping the women in their lives off their feet....

I was a small-town girl with big city dreams and more ambition than money to my name. He had everything—money, privilege, and the world at his feet. Opposites in every way, but that didn’t matter. We were lightning in a bottle, and everything felt possible when we were together....

Admittedly, it was a moment of weakness on my part. But even the strong-willed have been known to fall for a hard body underneath a tailored suit and a five o’clock shadow on a sharp jawline. It didn’t matter that Jackson St. James was nothing but trouble. Trouble was just my type....

The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble....

New York Love Stories Volume 1 is a collection of three full novels that can be read as standalones or is enhanced when you read from beginning to end.

Rochelle was caught between the grief that shrouded her heart and the charismatic man that made it race. What she didn't know is if he was being sincere or toying with her heart....

New York Times best-selling author S.L. Scott crafts her signature, original style into an epic twist on the rock-star-romance genre that packs heart, angst, emotion, suspense, and heat in these second-chance best-selling books....

I came to Hawaii to get away from life, but the moment I meet Evan Ashford, I think I landed right where I was always meant to be. Despite vowing never to fall for the cocky playboy, he makes me weak in the knees, so I throw caution to the wind....

As a prominent divorce attorney and Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor, I’m as sought after in the courtroom as I am in the bedroom. I’ve learned that emotions have no place in either scenario. Not ever. Thus far, my approach to life has served me well....

New York Times Bestselling Author's bestselling ROMANTIC SUSPENSE has listeners, bloggers, and authors raving, The Best Books of the Year!

I’ll be your date, and you’ll be mine. Who says a funeral can’t be romantic? Okay, everyone. Including myself. That doesn’t stop the rumor mill from turning when I show up with a beautiful redhead on my arm.

Jack Dalton is charismatic, cocky, and determined. Johnny Outlaw, his rock-star persona, is irresistible, smug, and demanding. Two sides of the same man. Both sides are too hard to resist....

Everything about the woman standing next to me was complicated, from her designer clothes to her coffee order. I don't do complicated unless it comes with a good time. And then it's only for a night or two, max....

I’d sworn off men. And then I met Nick Christiansen. Technically, I fell for him, literally, the moment I landed in his quarterback-sized arms and looked into those soulful eyes....

It didn’t take long for news to spread that Tagger Grange was back in Peachtree Pass. I found out even faster when I fell right into his arms—not by choice. The barstool wobbled under me when reaching for a cheddar biscuit. They’re my weakness. Much like he used to be.

My heart opens to Cooper Haywood the moment we meet. How can it resist? He's charming, devastatingly handsome, and sweeps me off my feet before I realize the impact he's making. And then it's too late....

I caved and gave Harrison Decker my number anyway. He just chose not to use it. Four years later, his job brings him back into my world looking more handsome than ever and now making an effort to befriend me....

Flat on my back is not how I imagined meeting my new boss and hot-as-sin rock star. But here I am . . .If I didn’t already have amnesia, I’d be wishing for it now. In my defense, Laird Faris was only wearing a shameless smirk and a towel.