Amarinda Jones: 76 books

Jack Katz threw her head back and let out a long, loud whine. “Oh, whhhhhyyyy? It's not fair.” They were drinking coffee in one of the many sidewalk cafes on the Cairns Esplanade. If people heard and looked at her whining, Jack didn't care. What her sibling wanted was doomed to turn into a mess. “This...

Paula Prince is destined to become a hero. But evil lurks in the shadows. There are those who seek to destroy her before she can fulfill her destiny. However four noble men will not let that happen. Their job is to protect and serve those like Paula.

Tasha lifted her head when she heard the door to her room open. She had very good hearing. It was one of the things she knew could save her life. Tasha turned around and stepped out of the shower. She left the water running so whoever was out in her room would think she was oblivious to their being...

As Ignatius put the key into the lock, the door swung open with no effort from himself. He knew it had been locked before he left. “Not a good sign,” he muttered under his breath. Last time that had happened he’d ended up in hospital for a two days recovering from a beating he’d received from...

Rett Cameron was hungover, broke, and had no clean underwear. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair a tangled mess, and some parts of the evening she preferred to forget. Thankfully, she had been sober enough not to go ahead with the spontaneous wedding to the topless waiter, Vincenzo. Vegas. You gotta’...

Kate Leigh is having the worst year of her life. Everything is difficult and complicated and she's had enough. When she stands on the beach and calls out for someone to take her away, the last thing she expects is someone to act on it. The men of Anwnn believe in soul mates. They take her call...

Marianne White - Mannie to her friends - is working whatever jobs come her way. She's broke. She has bills to pay and to hell with pride. This Easter she's dressing up as an Easter egg and walking around a shopping centre handing out chocolate eggs with a giant Easter Bunny. It's not...

Two hours later, standing at the local airport at Mundabucka with a suitcase in one hand and two cackling caged chooks in the other, Cass looked around her. Behind her was a rusted-in-parts, corrugated tin shack that served as arrival and departures for the overly optimistically named Mundabucka International...

Poppy Mansfield stood on the balcony of her tenth floor room at the Sunrise Hotel. She was naked. If anyone saw her, she didn’t care. Poppy was a stranger in the Australian tropical city of Cairns. If someone looked at her body and laughed? So be it. She stopped worrying over what people thought...

“You killed him!” The blonde stepped back from the women with the axe, her eyes were wide open with horror at what she was witnessing. “Almost.” The brunette held a long handle axe in her right hand as she lifted her left arm and wiped the sweat off her brow onto the fabric covering her left...

“Sinner,” his voice came from behind one of the walls. “I’m leaving.” “Why? Payton threw her hands out wide. “This is-is-is—” She was lost for words. “What? Confronting?” “Yes.” That was exactly what it was. “And it scares you.” She snorted at his words. “No. It repulses...

As Ignatius put the key into the lock, the door swung open with no effort from himself. He knew it had been locked before he left. “Not a good sign,” he muttered under his breath. Last time that had happened he’d ended up in hospital for a two days recovering from a beating he’d received from...

“You broke your heel! Oh my goodness what happened? Miss Marx’s head is going to explode when she finds out.” The possibility of her employer’s head exploding was the last thing Ashbea Somers cared about. I just had sex with a man I have never seen before and I feel amazing. It was so wrong...

Brett “Battle” Rush was as naked as a jaybird under the old gum tree and for the life of her Karma Leigh could not look anywhere else but at him. A real live cock. Wow! It was huge and sticking straight up and it looked so much bigger than the ones in Lea Anderson’s contraband sex magazines...