"Two weeks before the most dangerous mission of my life I met the woman of my dreams. Then my life—and the Humvee I was in—got blown to hell.
Up until then, I'd been married to the Marines with no regrets. Being unattached meant I could do my job without distractions. I didn't have to worry if a girl was stepping out when I was on a year-long tour overseas, nor consider making a wife a widow every time I went on a dangerous mission.
What a cruel twist of fate that the moment I no longer wanted to be single, I found myself disfigured and missing a limb.
Yeah, Ashley and I had professed our feelings for each other before I got on that plane, but she fell in love with a man who was whole. That man's gone.
I ended things so she didn't have to. So when I'm finally cleared to return to San Diego to start therapy, she's the last person I wanted to see.
But there she was, looking more beautiful than ever, holding a baby girl with blue eyes. Blue eyes that looked an awful lot like mine.
Contains mature themes."
"Chemistry, shemistry.
She was not dating Ryan Kennedy. Period. End of story. It didn't matter that the sexy firefighter was so drop-dead gorgeous that women's eggs dropped at the sight of him. But not hers. Nope.
Grace had things to do—finishing med school and keeping her nose clean for her upcoming residency match, to name a few—and she wasn't going to let anything or anyone derail her this time.
He could try all he wanted, it was not happening. No matter how broad his shoulders were. Or how perfectly styled his messy hair was. Or what his sexy grin did to her insides. It. Was. Not. Happening. It couldn't.
Getting involved with Ryan Kennedy almost guaranteed her face would be plastered all over Page Six. She couldn't afford to be in the gossip section again. Not now. There was too much at stake.
But the sexy firefighter seemed determined to burn her resolve to the ground. And staying away was starting to feel like an impossibility . . .
Contains mature themes."
"The player doctor left behind more than a broken heart.
Dr. James Rudolf made Yvette Sinclair believe in fairy tales, and he was her Prince Charming. Then out of the blue, he stopped taking her calls. Blocked them would be a more accurate descriptor.
Devastated, Yvette had no idea why the man she thought was the one had ghosted her. Even harder, she was three thousand miles away, so she couldn't just show up at his house and demand an explanation. Then her best friend started seeing him around Boston—a different beautiful woman on his arm each time. She felt like such a fool.
She was determined to move on and forget all about the playboy. Until two pink lines made that impossible.
Contains mature themes."
"Vengeance never tasted as sweet as it did on Hope Ericson's skin.
Sleeping with his rival's wife was an opportunity Dr. Evan Lacroix couldn't refuse. Except, it turned out she wasn't his wife—she was his sister. Oh, the irony. It made it that much sweeter. Unfortunately, when Hope realized his intentions, she didn't appreciate being a pawn in his game, and the sassy spitfire turned the tables on him. Evan never saw it coming. And now he needs to decide which is more important—love or revenge.
This isn't a book about enemies to lovers. It's about enemies with benefits—until the line between enemy and lover gets blurred.
Contains mature themes."
"A single doctor and a single lawyer walk into a bar . . .
Dr. Steven Ericson never thought a parking ticket would change his life, but that's exactly what happened the day he goes downtown to pay his forgotten ticket for an expired meter.
As the head of Boston General's ER, he doesn't have time for relationships, or at least he's never met a woman who made him want to make time.
That all changes when he meets Whitney Hayes. The dynamo attorney in high heels entices him to imagine carving out time for more than his usual one-night stand. Imagine his dismay to find out that she, too, doesn't do relationships—they're not in her five-year plan.
Yeah, eff that. Her plan needs rewriting, and Steven's more than willing to supply the pen and ink to help with that.
Contains mature themes."
"Maddie Monroe
Three things you should not do when you're a rookie, and the only female on the SDPD SWAT Team . . . 1) Take your hazing personally, 2) Let them see you sweat, and 3) Fall for your captain. Especially when your captain is the biggest playboy on the entire police force.
I've managed to follow rules one and two with no problem . . . but the third one I’m having a little more trouble with. All I can think about is how I'd like to give him my V-card, giftwrapped with a big red bow on it which is such a bad idea because out of Rules One, Two, and Three. Apparently, my heart—and other body parts—didn't get the memo.
Craig Baxter
The first time I noticed Maddie Monroe, she was wet and covered in soapy suds as she washed SWAT's armored truck as part of her hazing ritual. I've been hard for her ever since.
I can't sleep with a subordinate—it would be career suicide, and I've worked too damn hard to get where I am today. Come to think of it, she'd probably have a lot more to lose. So, nope, not messing around with Maddie Monroe. There's plenty of women for me to choose from who don't work for me. Apparently, my heart—and other body parts—didn't get the memo.
Contains mature themes."
"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."
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