I can’t borrow him. He’s not a sweater or a skirt. He’s not even her favorite dress—the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him.
[US Sale] He's a criminal, a massive and terrifying alien criminal. Now that we're alone together, what is he going to do to me? I found myself face to face with a wanted criminal. He was huge (in every meaning of the word), red, and had massive horns. He terrified me, but I found myself drawn to hi...
Joanna’s writing retreat heats up when a sweet farm hand shows her the poetry of real passion. Joanna set off for the perfect country vacation – to pick vegetables in the mornings, and finish writing her poetry book in the afternoons. She finds even more inspiration when gorgeous hunk Dean can�...
My name is Jason Hart. As the best defensive lineman in the country, I eat, sleep and breathe football. And I like it that way. I’ve only got a few more years before I’ll have to retire, so expending energy on anything other than football seems like a waste of time.
To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five, I’m glad you’re happy to have moved into a new apartment, but no: I do not want to have a beer with you. I do not want to have a nude sleepover. I do not want to make you breakfast, lunch or dinner, no matter how many lap dances you promise to give me.
We never should have met. I was rich, he was poor. I was plain, he was beautiful. I ached for the spotlight, he made his music in the dark. Yet he looked at me in a way my rock star father and cruel, entitled classmates never did: like I mattered. I never saw it coming.
A SEXY NEW OLDER WOMAN YOUNGER MAN EROTIC ROMANCE - Shelly, widowed at thirty-five has spent the last two years focusing on her health and wellness as a way to channel her grief and anger over the sudden loss of her husband Frank.
If someone had told me then, everything that I know now, I would never have kissed him. I would never have played with fire and I would never have let it consume me. I would have listened to my friend. I would have packed my bags and left. I would have let him win.
Becoming enemies with your neighbor is never a good idea. What’s even worse is when the neighbor is an incredibly hot client. Baseball god Sevin Smith is no longer just the noisy bachelor living above me. Now he’s the MVP client I have to protect from a paternity scandal, and I’m not thrilled ...
Hating the guy who ruined her confidence would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so freaking sexy. For Addy, small-town life is just perfect. She’s about to expand her inn with ten new rooms and a petting zoo, and she’s helping the mayor’s son organize his wedding. If only her pet duck would stop...