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*His Pretty Little Queen needs to be read after His Pretty Little Burden*
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Months ago, I was homeless and broken, and in search of a dangerous man.
I found the Devil’s prototype in a flawless navy suit.
Clay Butcher.
A man twice my age, who kills brutally, takes territorially, and hides his emotions deep within layers of smooth control.
He is my father’s enemy and the Don of the Cosa Nostra. Evil.Beautiful.Ruthless.
But he’s not the villain of my story.
He spoils me, punishes me, and holds me accountable. So, when the time comes for Clay Butcher to weed out betrayals and take revenge on those who have hurt his family, I will choose him.
I will always choose him.
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His Pretty Little Queen needs to be read after His Pretty Little Burden and is part of The Kids of The District series. It has a happily ever after. It features a powerful Mafia Don, and his endearing tortured little heroine. His Pretty Little Burden has an age-gap dynamic that some people may find uncomfortable. It is an epic love story with spice, violence, gore, and drama. Enjoy.
Ronan
After a stint in the Irish Defense Forces, I drifted. No purpose, no place I felt truly at home. Until I joined Second Sight, Boston's leading security and protection firm. It's more than a job. It's a family. One I don't deserve. One of these days, they'll see through my sarcasm and bravado and realize I'm just a screw up.
My first solo assignment? Hunt down a trained assassin and stop her. Whatever it takes. But the more I learn about Zephyr, the more I wonder if there's more to this case than meets the eye.
Zephyr
I was set up by the only family I've ever known. On the run, always looking over my shoulder, unable to trust anyone. Until I land in Boston, searching for the one man who can clear my name. The only other person to ever escape the Strauss Cartel.
I should have known I was walking into a trap. My only hope of survival? Convince the Irish hunk holding me at gunpoint I’m not the person he thinks I am.
And wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
Protecting His Target is the 9th book in the Away From Keyboard series. Each book can be enjoyed as a complete standalone, but characters from past books always show up sooner or later.
He was my best friend. Then my lover. Until the day he became—oh hell no ... my stepbrother.
My name is Tilly, and when I was seventeen I lost the love of my life because my mum and his dad did the nasty, made a baby, then got hitched.
It drove us apart, me into the arms of another and him as far away as he could get.
Now six years later, he shows up telling me he doesn’t care that he’s my stepbrother, that we share a sibling, or that I’m a single mum with three kids to a guy he’s always hated. He wants me back and he’s willing to prove it.
He has no idea what he’s in for... my kids are going to show him just how full-on this parenting gig really is.
And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
The third and final book in the Awkward Girls Series.
Pink Bits
Llama Drama
Fertile Myrtle
Llama's, Farmer's and Sweet Treats... Yes Please!
My name’s Charlotte, I’m a fashion blogger and city girl, through and through. I also have the misfortune of sharing my uterus with a demon I’ve come to call Lilith. Doctors call it Endometriosis, but potato, potarto... I am determined to live a fulfilling life despite the endless battle with my body.
It would just be my luck to find an awesome man when I’m in no condition to do anything about it. Not that I thought I would ever in a million years be attracted to a flannel-clad, llama farmer. Me, flannel, and llamas, absolutely do not mesh.
But the guy is basically perfect. He’s tall, built like a Greek god, and kisses me like he was born to do it.
Too bad he’s currently sharing his bed with Satan’s Mistress—I mean—Delilah, his baby rescue llama. And she hates my guts.
Did you know the medical term for a butt crack is intergluteal cleft?
My name is Reagan, and spouting random facts like this one at inopportune moments is my affliction. I'm chronically awkward, socially inept and completely lack a filter. Believe it or not, men do not find these attractive traits.
When my sexy-as-sin neighbour barges into my apartment at the arse crack of dawn, everything changes. For some strange reason, my brand of crazy doesn't send him running for the hills. Instead, he settles in for a nap on my couch...
Oh, and did I mention he was completely naked?
