"Being a nanny for three girls who belong to a grumpy boxing legend was not on my list of plans when I followed my brother to Macon, Oregon.
I went from ruling the boardroom to baking cupcakes in the blink of an eye. And aside from a few mishaps and seemingly always upsetting their dad, it oddly fits me better than anything else I've ever done. Until Liam put everything into question.
Bossy, broody, and rude, he's twelve years older than me, and a force—an annoyingly overprotective wall of muscle and ink. But behind that perpetual scowl on his face was something deeper . . . worry and fear that no one saw him carry.
I wanted to help him. But Liam Croft doesn't want my help . . .
He just wants me.
I gave in to his touch, surrendered to our desire, and handed him my heart. It was reckless and maybe even a little stupid . . . Because I want to rescue Liam Croft . . . Even if saving him means losing him.
Contains mature themes."
"This entire thing started because of a faulty tree.
Becoming a homeowner is not all it's cracked up to be, let me tell you that right now. Especially in the dead of winter, when apparently trees can just fall in the middle of a suburban neighborhood.
Did my next-door neighbor help me remove said tree? No, he did not . . . So, really . . . he left me no choice. I broke into his house.
While I only intended to steal a little warmth and maybe a cup of coffee, I fell victim to his jacuzzi tub. But he returned early and that's really when things went south.
Instead of a cold glare or icy reply, all of which I fully expected from my disagreeable neighbor.
Colson Hanes offered to make me breakfast. Then he asked me to stay . . .
Contains mature themes."
"Davis was five years older than me . . . antisocial and temperamental. And there was the little fact that he didn't know I existed. Still, I gave him my heart, and he crushed it.
So I picked up the pieces and ran away to New York City. I had a plan that would keep my heart intact for years. But one phone call changed everything.
Returning home meant facing the past . . . and the man who ruined me. I had hoped that the mountain had swallowed him whole.
But, as I set out to help my parents, I discover he's not only alive and well, but that they apparently love the jerk. He has no idea that we have a past, which is both a relief and salt in the wound.
I promise myself I'll ignore how his eyes linger on me, or how his touch feels like a live wire, and I'll remember that once upon a time he broke me, and for that, I refuse to fall for him again.
But I can't control that he seems to be falling for me this time.
Contains mature themes."
"I shouldn't have been out in that storm. I knew it the second my feet hit the ground, and my flip-flops slid in the mud.
Unfortunately, I had no idea what in the world I was doing. Not with my kids, or the three horses in my barn . . . and definitely not in the small, country town we'd recently moved to. Being told all these facts, while being reluctantly rescued by my brand-new neighbor didn't help matters either.
Arrogant, bossy, and rude—and okay, impossibly sexy—Reid was easily the most infuriating person I'd ever met. I had zero plans to ever speak to the recluse again after that night.
Unfortunately, he happened to be the only local horse instructor and the only hope I had at getting my kids in a saddle. Desperation had me creating an alliance with him. Envy had me craving the connection he had built with them.
Distracted by his gentle touches, and his smooth smiles, I missed how close his demons danced to my ghosts.
While I was slowly letting him into my heart, I didn't even realize he'd already stolen it once before.
Contains mature themes."
"Kyle James cashed in my V card and then disappeared like I was the finishing act in a magic show.
I vowed to hate my best friend, turn the longing and secret obsession with him into toxic hate and maybe a poorly chosen tattoo. But as the years passed, I let go of any notions I'd ever see him again . . . until he sauntered on campus my senior year as a new transfer student.
All of Rake Forge was obsessed with his inked skin and that darkness that seemed to seep out of every methodical step he took. I wasn't. I knew the boy underneath, and while I wanted to know where he'd been . . . I would never ask.
Until my dad needed a favor. His team required a way in with my ex-best friend, and his contacts. I knew Kyle would see through it . . . but I went anyway.
Suddenly, my world, made of black and white was bleeding color . . . and he was at the center, daring me to trust him. My heart, blind and foolish chose to not only trust but to love him too.
I really should have known better. I was merely a way in for my father, and for the man, I loved . . . I was just a way out.
Contains mature themes."
"Failing out of college wasn't on my dream board. Neither was getting knocked up. Just the same, here I am, ready to start another year at Rake Forge University, pregnant and currently homeless.
And it looks like I'm not the only one who's returned. Juan Hernandez, my sister's best friend, saunters through campus with that granite jaw and those raven strands of hair kissing his brow, his whiskey eyes searing everyone to ash. I've avoided him for months, but the second he sees me, the jig is up.
The first thing he does is steal my lips in a ravishing kiss. A punishment.
The second thing he does is rescue me from sleeping in my car. A lesson.
Living with him will never work, not with how brash his words are, how hot his constant stare, or how he touches me. His fingers brand my skin as if he owns me, and on some level, I know he wants to.
What he doesn't know is that I belong to another man . . . and come my twenty-first birthday, I'll return to him whether I want to or not.
Contains mature themes."
"The game has rules for a reason . . .
Rumors swirled around the Rake Forge University campus about a scandalous game played by none other than the Devil's baseball team.
Honestly, I didn't care. Not my business, but when my editor takes away my chance to be featured in the senior showcase, and my little sister gets a mysterious playing card; a devious idea emerged. I decided I'd sneak into the party, and scoop the story. I would not get caught, definitely not seduced, and absolutely wouldn't die.
That is until I was stopped and rendered totally speechless by a pair of mossy eyes, and a jawline so divine that I nearly melted into goo right in some stranger's room. He lured me in, close enough to feel the press of his mouth against my skin and the heat of his hands on my body. Undoubtedly, I was a sheep headed straight for the slaughter, which only proved true when he called my bluff.
With him holding all the cards for my future success, and to salvage what remained of my dream, I did the only thing I could.
I made a deal with a devil.
Contains mature themes."
"Breaking news: Hollywood’s biggest heartthrob, Ryan Prince, was caught vacationing in his hometown, but who’s the mystery girl?
No, I hadn’t heard that Ryan Prince was staying at the very resort I had just started working at.
If I had, maybe I would have called in sick.
On second thought, maybe I wouldn’t have, because I really needed that paycheck. Being a single mother and having a lapse in child support had made me that desperate.
Still, I would have rather avoided the circus that rolled into Hawk Tail Resort and the man who sauntered in with it.
All these years later and he was still that same gorgeous football player I left behind in college.
Except now he wasn’t gracing the gridiron unless it was for a movie role.
I assumed he wouldn’t even recognize me, not with the actress on his arm and the crowd pressing in around him.
Ryan Prince didn’t just recognize me; the angry tilt of those lips on that too-perfect face told me he remembered exactly what I did when I left.
I thought maybe this was a gift, a way to put the past to rest…but the look on his face told me he had plans to dig up everything that was unfinished between us.
The summer was about to end, but it felt like my penance for the last decade was about to begin."
"I was a liar, she was a coward.
Now she was home, and she wasn't mine.
Faith:
Our story was classic.
A typical fairytale.
Two young kids falling in love under an onyx sky.
He was my dream …and I naively thought I was his.
Until he bartered our love and sold me a lie.
Now, I’m returning to the life I once knew as a married woman, wed to the richest man in Nashville.
But it seems I wasn’t the only one who changed during my time away…
Hardened by life, Jace Walker’s glares drip with heat and derision.
He’s got war in his eyes and venom in his veins.
I thought I would be safe coming back home, but it seems I only ran from my present to be caught in the crosshairs of my past.
*This is an angsty- standalone- romance with no cheating.*"
