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Janey the photographer. Janey the Mayor’s niece. That’s me. The girl most likely to volunteer for…well, everything. And that’s how I ended up in my birthday suit in a hotel room with the guy most likely to…never commit
Remy Guidry doesn’t do relationships. He tried the marriage thing once, back in Louisiana, and learned the hard way that all he really needs in life is a cold beer, some good friends, and the occasional hookup. His job as a bodyguard with McKay-Taggart gives him purpose and lovely perks, like acce...
In this sizzling romantic suspense by New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Rowe, a rugged Alaskan bush pilot must protect the woman who hired him to find her missing family after a deadly stalker targets her.
Dani was my first kiss. My first love. My first and only heartbreak. A decade later, there’s a part of me that still hasn’t gotten over her. So when a chance encounter brings us together again, I know I’m not losing her a second time. Even when the unimaginable happens.
I’m the highest-paid quarterback in the NFL because I know how to read the field.
I control the plays—and my life—with absolute precision. Until Liberty Jones delivers the ultimate hit to my blind side with a story about two pink lines. The beautiful, free-spirited brunette has starred in my ...
"Nicole Helm writes my favorite cowboys." — New York Times Bestselling Author MAISEY YATES. Three former Navy SEALs. Injured in the line of duty. Desperate for a new beginning...Searching for a place to call their own.
I know exactly what I want. And it has nothing to do with the hot Navy SEAL I picked up in a bar. Really... it doesn't. Even though the pressure of his lips on mine fires me like a hot kiln, and the feel of his ripped chest beneath my hungry fingertips...
From the moment I saw her in the greenhouse checkout line fumbling for change, I changed. I smiled for Christ sake. It felt odd. I couldn’t remember the last time anything made me smile. See, I’m not in the smiling sort of business. My life hasn’t given me much to smile about for a long time.
