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Lark Donovan doesn't need anything besides her art. That's what she's told herself for years as she's traveled the country selling her art at festivals and teaching workshops. She's independent and takes life day by day, because that's the only way to keep from getting hurt. The only rule she's lived by is to never return to Heron Harbor Island, but that's one she has to break to be in her sister's wedding... Police Chief Hunter McMullen loves his life on Heron Harbor. The only thing missing is someone to share it with. He thought he'd found that once and the rejection still stings, especially when sexy, free-spirited Lark Donovan returns for a family wedding they're both in. Reunited for the first time in years, they're thrown together to celebrate another couple's love-and damn if the sparks between them still don't fly. Now, it's all Hunter can do to avoid convincing Lark with his hands, his mouth, and his body that they belong together. But he can already sense her pulling away-again. The only question is how hard they'll both fight to hold on to happiness... forever.
She's just temporary, a momentary blip in my life. Although I have to admit she's quite attractive, as far as blips go. She's also the first person my son has ever actually liked, which has to count for something. New plan: I will not... let myself get too attached to the nanny. I've always been the kind of man to keep my plans flexible. Adaptation is key. Just like I've had to adapt to having a beautiful woman waiting for me when I get home every night-temporarily, of course. My son deserves better than temporary. And I won't dangle the prospect of a happy, complete family in front of him when I know the relationship wouldn't last. Beneath the innocent big doe eyes and the charming awkwardness, the nanny would turn out like the rest. She'd find some reason to leave. They all do. So I'll make one final amendment to the plan. Yes, I may think inappropriate thoughts about the nanny and get attached to the nanny, but I will not fall for the nanny. And if I do, I will deny it until my cold dead heart freezes over.
The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner.Now the wedding planner thinks I'm the world's biggest bastard. She thinks I'm in love with the woman I'm supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesn't know the truth.She's got no idea she's going to fall for me by the time this thing is over. She's got no idea our little hookup wasn't meaningless-not to me at least. And worst of all? She thinks she's safe around me. She thinks I'm off the market, that there can't be a repeat because there's someone else.But there's nobody else-just her. And ever since the first taste, I knew she was all there'd ever be.
ChelseaYou know that instinct to run when something bad is coming?Yeah. I apparently missed out on that one.Because when Damon Rose came, instead of running, I got pregnant.DamonI remember Chelsea Cross. I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me. Proving her wrong was...enjoyable. She had hair I wanted to fist, a mouth that only stopped when I kissed it, a body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim.And now she wants a job.A smart man would say "no."But I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago...She can't even begin to handle me.
Olivia Reynolds lives a sheltered life. The daughter of the leader of their small community, she is treated like a princess, never allowed beyond the safety of the walls. When her father decides she must marry, she chooses the man she has secretly lusted after ever since she first laid eyes on him: Dane Mitchell.One of her father's best men, Dane is as lethal as he is attractive, and Olivia is thrilled at the thought of being at his side.Dane doesn't want to be forced into marriage. He is a soldier and a fighter and has a bigger purpose in life. He doesn't have the time to deal with a pampered princess like Olivia, but he owes his life to her father, so he accepts the proposal.But that doesn't mean he has to like it.
I woke up to an empty apartment, and things just got worse from there. My roommate took everything, even my epic purple couch. Rent coming due means I'm desperate, but not desperate enough for Travis freaking Westmister to live with me...that is, until my brother convinces me his best friend and my mortal enemy is my only hope. Now the man I gave my v-card to before he disappeared is parading around my house shirtless, toned, tanned, and ripped. Oh, God, I will not go there. He broke my heart, and I hate his guts-except he's not who I thought he was at all. Now I can't cross the line because then I won't have a roommate-plus me and my virginity hate him. Don't we?
Raven Donovan isn't looking for a relationship. She's married to her job and vice president of her company. So she's blindsided when a corporate takeover leaves her unceremoniously unemployed. Reeling, she retreats to her family's beach house on Heron Harbor Island and drowns her sorrows in a bottle of tequila. And then a tall, dark, and gorgeous stranger walks through the door...Jack Baines has it all-money, a good job, and he's the heir to one of the largest mergers and acquisitions firms on the East Coast. With his latest conquest under his belt, he should be flying high. But as much as he enjoys the thrill of the hunt, firing people takes a toll on him. So he heads to the beach for some alone time, never expecting to find a half-naked, black-haired beauty in his rental.With a storm raging outside, Raven and Jack end up sharing more than just the house. A scorching night turns into a red-hot weekend that reveals how much they have in common-including Raven's ex-company. That revelation threatens everything they've found unless they fight to build something new...together.
Wren Donovan's done with love. Betrayed and humiliated by her ex-fiancé, she retreats to her family's beach house on Heron Harbor Island to lick her wounds and gorge herself on ice cream, spray cheese, and a box of glazed donuts. Wren vows to devote herself to her law career and swears off men forever, but she isn't prepared for what being reunited with her oldest friend makes her feel...Smith Connors can't believe his eyes when Wren walks into his restaurant. He's loved her since they were kids, when summertime found them inseparable best friends. As a boy, he'd never felt good enough for Wren. But now he's a rising-star chef with a thriving business who knows what he wants-which means he's not letting beautiful, brilliant Wren get away again.Smith is determined to show Wren how good they could be together, and soon neither of them can resist the heat growing between them. He'd do anything to earn her faith-and her heart, if only she could learn to trust again.
Rule #1: Always wear a condom.Rule #2: Always leave them wanting more.Rule #3: Always man up.Erica Roberts was the maid of honor in my brother's wedding and my next conquest. She was toned, tan, and sweet as pie. I should've known I'd end up breaking her heart.Still, against my better judgment, I took her giving us both the best night of our lives. When I woke up the next morning she was gone, not a trace of what had happened between us, and I realized then I broke my number one rule: Always use a condom.Two months later I get a text telling me I'm going to be a father. I feel a number of emotions, elation, fear, excitement, anger, but then she drops the biggest bomb on me. She says she doesn't need me or want me. Now I've got to do whatever I can to keep us from falling apart. She doesn't think I want the baby or can be a good father, while she's about to find out just the kind of man I am.
WANTED: ROOMMATE. Must be tidy, polite, and absolutely not my brother's hot-as-sin best friend. I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting. One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here, moving his stuff into my spare bedroom, sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing. We don't get along-at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof. There's also that little issue where I'm kinda, sorta, totally in love with him...Uh-oh.
Rule #1: Don't kiss your best friend. Rule #2: Don't have sex with your best friend. Rule #3: Don't pretend like it didn't happen the next day. Bailey Renshaw is my best friend-she's kind, sweet as a peach, and so beautiful it should be a crime. Since we were kids I've wanted her, and once when we were nothing more than teenagers, I kissed her. It was the first mistake I ever made in our friendship. Giving her my heart and hoping she felt the same way were my second and third. That night she broke me, ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. Anyone else would've hated her for it, but it only made me value her more-and realize that I would do anything I could to keep her in my life even if it was only as a friend and nothing more. As a permanent resident of the friend zone, I promised myself that I would never cross that line again no matter how badly I wanted to-and I wanted to badly. Every time she smiled at me, licked her pink lips, or flashed her doe eyes my way, I came a little closer to breaking the rules again...but I didn't. I couldn't do that to us...until one night when we decided to break the rules together. One Earth-shattering night together and I knew nothing would ever be the same. Friends, or lovers? I don't know what we are anymore. The rules no longer apply to us. Now the only question is...can we fix what we had before it's too late, or is our friendship over for good? And all because of one single kiss?
What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a quirky florist have in common? A hunky firefighter with an extra-large...hosepipe. In hindsight, I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger's, um, eggplant, in my inbox. I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm, because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames. But it's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine. I'm only lying in a hospital bed with more split ends than I've ever had, almost all my Earthly possessions have turned to ash, and apparently, they don't serve wine to patients in this place. But like I said, it's fine. Until he walks in. The guy who saved my life. My hero. Noah Jacobs. And the universe is amusing itself at my expense: Because the dirty photo I woke up to on Monday? It's his.
