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R.C. Matthews is the author of contemporary and historical romances featuring bold, sassy heroines and magnetic alpha heroes. Warning! The chemistry between her characters is off the charts hot, so read at your own risk. She resides in the Midwest and is surrounded by men: her husband and three sons. During her free time you'll find her watching The Walking Dead, reading a fabulous book or hanging out with her family.


Historical Romance
Humor & Entertainment
Science Fiction
Women's Fiction

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The Mastermind

Grannie has always taken exceptional care of herself. She never smokes, eats healthy, gets plenty of rest, exercises and drinks eight glasses of water a day. So when her doctor announces she has stage IV colon cancer and six months to live, she can’t believe her ears. Seventy is too young to die. There are too many things she still wants to experience. Hell—she hasn’t even prepared her bucket list yet!

And she is determined not to die before watching her granddaughter walk down the aisle. Grannie even has the perfect groom picked out. Only her granddaughter and the lucky guy don’t know it yet. But they will...soon. And while she’s at it, Grannie might just shoot cupid’s arrow at her grandson, Jared. Not to mention their cousin, Tyler...because who knew match making could be so much fun?



Resisting the Yeti

In a tiny village nestled in the Himalayan Mountains where I live, polyamory marriages aren't unheard of. I'm not going to lie. Before my wedding night, I dreamed of endless nights of passion. Two men dedicated to pleasuring me? Yes, please. Only one thing stands between me and my dreams. Three inches ... fully erect ... both husbands. But I've discovered a wild flower growing in the mountains that's proven to enhance the size of... Well, you know. I'm going to sneak into the hidden oasis where the flowers grow and gather as many as I can. But I must be very careful. This is Yeti mating season.


Take Me

The nuns are watching me again from a distance, though not nearly as far this time, daring to edge closer and closer with each visit. I know they want to touch me, taste me, take me. I can smell their lust thick in the air. I can hear their little pants of delight as they watch me. Although the nuns may worship their saint of purity and chastity, I’m going to teach them the virtue of sexual immorality, show them the meaning of carnal desire, and drag them through the quagmire of infernal lust.

I’m Ben Dover and this is my story.

WARNING: This story is ridiculously over-the-top and intended for readers 18+ only.