"It all started with a dirty photo in his text messages . . .
Yeah, Dr. Parker Preston's intentions when he gave Alexandra Collins his phone number at the animal rescue gala were more personal than professional. But he'd never expected the sassy beauty with the blue streak in her hair to send him a picture of her perfect, perky boobs as enticement to adopt the dogs she was desperately trying to find a home for.
But, dang if they weren't the ideal incentive for him to offer his home to more than just the dogs. In exchange for adopting the older, bonded pair, she'd need to move in with him for a month and get the dogs acclimated. Oh, and she wouldn't be sleeping in the guest room during her stay.
The deal is only for a month though. And she insisted they weren't going to fall in love, something he readily agreed with. They had the rules in place, what could possibly go wrong in four short weeks?
Contains mature themes."
"Were dads even allowed to be that hot?
Paige
When I woke up Christmas morning, I didn't know if I'd been on Santa's nice list this year—or his naughty one. Thinking back to the prior evening's events, I decided it was definitely the naughty one. There had to be a mistake—I was always on the nice list. But the gorgeous, naked man snuggled next to me seemed to suggest I had a lump of . . . something waiting for me. Maybe the nice list was overrated. Or maybe naughty girls really did end up with coal in their stockings.
Grant
I was now on the 'every-other-weekend and alternating holiday schedule' with my kids—one more thing about divorce that I detested. Attending my law partner's Christmas Eve party seemed like a better alternative to drinking alone in my boring beige condo, staring at my new pipe-cleaner tree with its new, shiny ornaments. The last thing I expected was to be propositioned by a former PTA president. Or to wake up Christmas morning not wanting to leave her bed. But you don't get to be our age without plenty of baggage. The question was, did ours match?
Contains mature themes."
"Tattoos, muscles, and a beard? Oh my.
Ben McCallister wasn't like any man attorney Harper Finch had ever dated. For one, his hands were rough and calloused from working all day at his mechanic shops; two, his muscled arms, back, and chest were covered in tattoos; and three, he rode a Harley.
The men Harper dated were the ones her daddy would approve of: white-collar, with hands as soft as hers, and the most ink any of them had ever had was a fraternity seal that stayed hidden under short sleeves.
But there was something about this bearded man . . . how gentle and caring he was with her—outside the bedroom, that is. But his manners in the bedroom? Let's just say he didn't have any—which suited Harper just fine.
He was a dream come true. If only she were allowed to dream anymore . . . but her family and her secret made that impossible. She'd have to settle for a fun summer fling.
She should have known Ben McCallister would never 'settle' for anything less than all of her—forever.
Contains mature themes."
"Tattoos, muscles, and a beard? Oh my.
Ben McCallister wasn’t like any man attorney Harper Finch had ever dated. For one, his hands were rough and calloused from working all day at his mechanic shops; two, his muscled arms, back, and chest were covered in tattoos; and three, he rode a Harley. The men Harper dated were the ones her daddy would approve of: white-collar, with hands as soft as hers, and the most ink any of them had ever had was a fraternity seal that stayed hidden under short sleeves.
But there was something about this bearded man… how gentle and caring he was with her—outside the bedroom, that is. But his manners in the bedroom? Let’s just say he didn’t have any—which suited Harper just fine.
He was a dream come true. If only she were allowed to dream anymore… But her family and her secret made that impossible. She’d have to settle for a fun summer fling.
She should have known Ben McCallister would never ‘settle’ for anything less than all of her—forever."
"Playing Dirty has never been this much fun.
Cassie
I'm a career woman. I wear success like a second skin, and I'm rarely satisfied with anything less than the best. This includes my love life. If you want to date me, you better bring your A game because I don't play with the B team. The only type of commitment I'm interested in is the one I have with my career. There is no man strong enough to tame me. Bold enough to rattle me. Or confident enough to win my heart. But then again, I have never met a man like Luke Rivas.
Luke
Cassie is one feisty, fiery, demanding woman who has enough confidence to intimidate even the bravest of men. She's driven, ambitious, and clearly has no interest in anything more than a casual fling. But here's the thing. I want her, and once I have her, there will be nothing casual about it. I will crack through that tough exterior she wears so well and bend her into submission. I'll make her break every one of her own damn rules just for me. And in order to accomplish just that . . . I'm willing to play dirty.
Contains mature themes."
"One night. No strings attached. What could go wrong?
Cooper:
I was pretty happy living the carefree life of a successful bachelor. Money to spend, a revolving door of women, no commitment, no relationship troubles—it was perfect. At least, that's what I thought until I held my friends' newborn baby in my arms, and she smiled at me. That was the moment I realized what life was all about. That was also the moment it occurred to me I needed a baby mama—stat. So . . . the hunt is on for the perfect candidate. But first, I might have to have one last fling—you know, go out with a bang. Literally.
Kate:
Thanks to making a few wrong decisions along the way, I'm now busting my ass waiting tables while putting myself through college. It's not ideal, but I'm determined to stand on my own two feet and take care of my responsibilities the best I can. But I'm still a woman. I have needs. I just don't have the time for any kind of commitment. Naturally, when a smoldering hot Marine offers me a no-strings-attached one-night stand, I'm all on board. Turns out . . . he wants more than I'm willing to give.
Contains mature themes."
"Ron
I'm a decorated Marine general who doesn't have time for relationships. I've tried—they just don't work out—and I've never lost sleep over it. Then I meet her. Brenna is easily the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. The first time she blushes under my stare, it's game over. She's going to need to learn that I'm in charge and trust that I always mean what I say, because I'm not letting her go.
Brenna
When Ron offers me a drink at the Sterling's wedding reception, I have no idea that he's a military star on the rise; I just know he's the walking definition of masculine—that translates in the bedroom (and couches, counters, tables . . .) as the best sex I've ever had. The more time we spend together, the more I'm convinced he's hiding something—or someone—and I'm not going down that road again. He can say anything he wants, but actions speak louder than words.
Contains mature themes."
"Becoming a sex kitten was supposed to be about losing her inhibitions, not her heart.
Ava Ericson thought she had her life planned out: graduate with her PhD, marry Brad Miller when he finished law school, have 2.5 babies . . . and mediocre sex for the rest of her days. But when Brad dumps her upon learning he's passed the bar, citing new 'opportunities' available, she has to rethink her future. Believing her lack of experience was the reason Brad broke up with her, she launches Operation Sex Kitten (OSK), a plan to become a vixen in bed and get Brad back. Things might go astray when she meets the notorious attorney Travis Sterling, the bachelor who she is sure can teach her a thing or two in the bedroom. As she enjoys putting OSK theories into practice, she realizes the real 'operation' will be for the two not to fall in love. Fun and romantic, Operation Sex Kitten turns up the heat with explicit scenes while you root for love to conquer all.
Contains mature themes."
