A Special Deal! Don’t Miss Out!


As a special treat, Avery has packaged the first four of her popular Billionaire Insta-Love stories into one volume. Available for a limited time! Buy/borrow this bundle and you get four rich, alpha, delightfully dirty boys. Four innocent virgins ready to be swept off their feet (or slammed up against the wall). And four satisfying HEA’s that are sure to make you say, “Aww.” What’s included:

  • Rock Me Dirty
  • Bad for You
  • Royally Wicked
  • Taking it All

Warning: This collection contains four OTT, stuffed-to-the-brim-with-tropes plot lines, plenty of hot, sexy first time lovin’, and sticky-sweet romance. But no new content. New to Avery Kaye? You’re in for a real (sizzling, uber-cheesy) treat! Keep some cool drinks close…and your significant other closer. You’ll need both. Not new? You know the drill! Enjoy!


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Yeah, I’m a movie star. And I always get the girl. But it’s only make believe…

Until I meet her. My wife.

Our “marriage” (note the quotes) is supposed to be only for the cameras. A first date wedding, followed by ninety days of wedded “bliss” (again, more quotes). Crazy, isn’t it? I agreed to do this stupid reality television marriage gig to give my career a boost. But when I get my new gorgeous, innocent ex-Amish wife in my arms, suddenly it isn’t feeling like make-believe anymore.

Do I want to make this reality show marriage real? And if I do, what will it take to sweep my wife off her feet…and into my bed where she belongs?

Warning: This sweet and totally unrealistic insta-love story may make you actually believe in reality television (Impossible, you say? Okay, so maybe not.) Needless to say, I warn you, this is total fantasy. If you’re looking for something realistic, definitely don’t watch reality TV. Standalone. Safe. NO cheating! HEA.



Coming Soon! A Delightfully Wicked Story of Forbidden Love…


She’s untouchable. Forbidden fruit. Completely off limits.

Kelsey Steele is my student. And more than fifteen years younger than me. I shouldn’t be thinking about throwing her over my knee and teaching her a whole different kind of lesson. The private college I work at has strict rules about professor-student relationships.

But…I. Can’t. Stop. And I won’t.

Warning: This filthy, totally unrealistic (but sweet) short story of May-December forbidden love may make you actually like math (I know, right?!). 1 alpha math professor + 1 virgin student = 1 hot, dirty Kindle melter. Now that’s this girl’s kind of math. But I warn you, this is total fantasy. If you’re looking for something realistic, try a biography. Standalone. Safe. NO cheating! HEA.


Last Chance!

Final days! 

Grab YOU TEMPT ME while it’s still $0.99!



One kiss and they’re always mine. But not her.

I wasn’t looking to start a family. Why would I? I had everything I wanted. Women. A successful business. Women. Plenty of money. Women. A fantastic condo in the heart of Detroit. But you know how it goes—life is full of surprises. Well, surprise, surprise, this guy’s a father. Of a three-year old.

Does that mean I was in the market for a wife? No. At least, I wasn’t…until I met Chloe. She owns of the bakery down the street. She’s sweeter than pure sugar, and her body is a thousand times more tempting than the decadent treats she sells. One taste, and I’m hooked (and we aren’t talking about her cookies).

She doesn’t know it yet, but this beautiful, innocent woman is mine.

I might be old enough to be her…older brother. Okay, I’ll admit it. Technically I’m old enough to be her dad. But with age come a lot of things and not all of them bad. Like experience. And wisdom.

And the ability to make her scream my name in ecstasy.

This short story of insta-love is as sweet and fluffy as mom’s meringue pie. It may cause a racing heart, tingling skin, and extreme burning in some very sensitive places. If you are easily offended by naughty four-letter-words (or the uber-alpha men who use them), you may want to head back to the Kindle store and check out some inspirational romances.