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Tricked By My Stepbrother
Hayes:My stepsister called, not an hour ago, begging me to pick her up from some Halloween frat party her friends dragged her to, and then promptly ditched her, and would I pretty please not tell anyone where she was? Our little secret. One of dozens between us, after all these years. I’ve been back in town from my final deployment for less than a day, but the brat knew I’d never tell her no.I swear she put herself into a bad situation on purpose, just to get my attention. The thing she doesn’t know is she’s always had my attention. She’s my Shortcake. Mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to teach a lesson.Should’ve known she'd find a way to turn this around on me and it would come back to bite me in the ass.*This Halloween romance is full of delicious tricks and treats with no cheating, no sharing, no cliffhanger, and no other woman/man drama. It has a sticky-sweet guaranteed happily ever after.*
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Camping With My Stepbrother
Ethan
I'm gonna burn in hell for all the filthy things I'm thinking about doing to my innocent little stepsister, but I can't help it. Haven't been able to for the last couple of years and constantly pushing her away is wearing on my last nerve. Claiming her might tear our family apart, but she's always been my Bookworm, ever since my dad started dating her mom and they finally decided to get married.
I've always been protective of Lily. Years ago, she was a cute kid who needed a big brother to look out for her. Now, she's not so little, but just as adorable, and I still want to look out for her. Want to do a whole lot more than that. I came home from college the Thanksgiving right after she turned eighteen and spent the whole week hiding an inconvenient boner. I should be ashamed of my feelings, but it's not like we're really related.
God, I wish I didn't feel this way. But it's too late now. Those long, long legs haunt my dreams. I want to feel them wrapped around my waist while she reads to me from one of those filthy books she reads on the sly. My little Bookworm has her secrets, just like I have mine.
What Happened In Vegas
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It’s not easy being country music’s darling. Adoring fans aside, some people want to knock you off the pedestal they placed you on in the first place. I’m fine with it, most of the time. It’s all part of the business. Everyone wants a piece of me, not least of all the stalker I picked up a few months back. Which led my manager to hire Shaw Security to keep me safe. Only, the stalker seems to have backed off and I’m feeling smothered by my new security detail. Specifically, the oldest Shaw brother, Jackson. Stubborn, growly, and constantly grumpy, he’s been by my side since the day we met. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with my new babysitter, but it doesn’t hurt that he’s hotter than a jalapeno in July and I live to irritate that man. Getting him riled up is my catnip. The one time I decide to sneak out and let my hair down a little and it comes back to bite me in the butt. Literally. I wake up with a viral video taken at an Elvis wedding chapel and a tattoo on my ass. Even after all that, I’m still not quite certain how I managed to wake up married to my over-protective bodyguard, but now he’s stuck with me. At least till the stalker’s caught. This book contains no cheating, no cliffhanger, and no other woman/man drama. It has a sticky-sweet guaranteed happily ever after. It’s part of a larger series for Shaw Security but can certainly be read as a stand-alone book. *Fake marriage *Age gap *Bodyguard *Forced proximity
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Kept By The Mountain Man
Cyrus Blackwell is, in his own words, too rough around the edges for polite society. He of the perpetual scowl and surly growl. I’ve been in love with him half my life, it seems, much good it did me. A big, bearded, filthy mountain of a man who always faintly smells like motor oil and peppermint candy.
The Blackwells were my closest neighbors, growing up, and the only real family I had left after my dad died and my mom lost her marbles. I spent more time with them than I did at my own house. Long, lazy summers gathering wild blackberries with Gram and following the boys to the fishing hole. The fall was the best time, though. The boys gathered firewood in the fall, and I’d grown to anticipate the moment when Cyrus would overheat, and the flannel would come off. Nearly chopped my own leg off more than once while I was drooling over the oldest Blackwell brother.
And while Cyrus was always patient with me, always ready to teach me anything I asked, he couldn't wait to pack me off to college, and send me on my way. It's been months since I've seen him. He didn't even come to check on me. Couldn't be bothered to take my calls, either. If I wasn't in love with the man, I'd hate him.
I got tired of waiting around for him to take my not-so-subtle hints and decided to come back home and take the bull by the horns, so to speak. Everything would've been fine, too, except his snippy attitude set off my own fine temper and I ended up blurting out that I came home for him to take my virginity.
Cyrus didn't take it quite as well as I imagined, but there is still a happy-ever-after in our future if his stubborn ass will just cooperate.
*This is an age gap, guardian, mountain man romance. There is no cheating, sharing, OTW or OTM drama, and as always, comes with a sticky sweet Happy Ever After. Enjoy!
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Confessing To The Mountain Man: An Age Gap, Dad's Best Friend Romance (The Blackwells)
I thought my heart would stop when I saw Josie fall while she was waiting tables. Finding out it was a wasp that caused all the commotion didn’t help matters. I had a cousin die of anaphylactic shock when I was a kid. Instead of putting her hand in cold water and dabbing on aloe like old Mrs. Tennyson insisted, I panicked and scooped her up, then barked at my partner to watch the bar. We were halfway to the hospital, blowing through every stop sign in town, before I realized that's where I was headed.
Can’t say I’m proud of it, but I’ve learned a few things about myself in the last few hours. The most important one being I’m way more attached to Josie than I should be. I’m not an idiot. I’ve known for a year or two that I shouldn’t be looking at her as more than my best friend’s daughter, but it doesn’t seem to be something I can stop. Looking is bad, but I didn’t touch her. And I thought I could live with things the way they were. Be her friend, and her boss, and if my eyes strayed a moment too long, who was I hurting? Just myself.
Then she told the doctor I was her husband so I could stay with her.
I’m a bad, bad man because I like the way she blushes when I call her Wifey. Love it, in fact. I’m not sure what possessed the girl to make such a claim, but hell if I’m not gonna run with it. Now that I’ve touched her, it’s all I want to do.
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Date, Ditch, or Do... My Boss
"How did your date go last night?" A disembodied voice interrupts the otherwise perfect silence of my office. My assistant, Olivia, has left her intercom on again. I meant to warn her about that the last time it happened, but then I got busy with work and forgot about it entirely. At least I did until her friend from HR, the frizzy blonde, showed up.
What date? Olivia never mentioned that she's seeing someone. Not that it would be appropriate to discuss her personal life with her boss, but still. We’ve developed a friendship, I thought. In the least, a tolerable working environment.
If she’s dating some clod, I need to know these things. Good assistants are hard to find. There’s a twinge under my ribs. Hmmm. Must be heartburn.
It's time to shake things up around here. If I don't make a move soon, that managing mama of hers will finally fix her up with someone who isn't a degenerate or a reject, and I'll lose her forever. As my assistant, of course.
*This is an age gap office romance that turns out to be more than fun and games. There is no sharing, no cheating, no other man or other woman drama. It comes with a guaranteed happily ever after.
Tropes include, but are not limited to:
*Age Gap
*Billionaire Bosshole
*Oh, No! Only one bed!
*Forced proximity
*Office romance
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The Wedding Date
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Charlie:
My best friend hired an escort to pose as my new boyfriend for my snooty sister’s destination wedding. Why am I desperate enough to agree to this? Because the best man is my cheating ex and I’m not dealing with him or my crazy family for a whole week by myself. I almost have myself convinced that I can get away with lying to my family when the escort shows up, and he’s a total hottie. Worse, he’s smart, funny, sweet, and protective. Nobody is going to buy my lie that the hottie hired to be my fake boyfriend is really into my boring self.
Aiden:
A good secretary is hard to find. A bad one, however, just got me a trip with the woman of my dreams. Charlie is drop-dead gorgeous if you’re into the uptight accountant thing. Which, as it turns out, I am. She’s smart, funny, and easy to be with once I get her to relax. What’s not to like? The part where she thinks I’m a male escort of the man-whore variety and not the bodyguard variety. I should’ve told her as soon as I realized the mistake, but how can I embarrass her like that? Not telling is my first mistake. The second mistake is letting myself fall for a client.
*Bodyguard
*Fake relationship
*Friends to lovers
*Forced proximity
*Oh, no… only one bed!
This book is part of the Bodyguards of Shaw Security series and can be read as a stand-alone. It is a safe read and comes with a guaranteed HEA. No cheating, sharing or other man/woman drama. Just sticky-sweet goodness with a virgin heroine and a protective hero.
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Dare Me
My little sister hijacked my gym's yoga studio for a pole dancing class. I've just walked in to find her best friend, Remi, doing some kind of slow hip roll as she braces her hands on the pole while thrusting her hips in the air. I'm going to be seeing that move in my dreams later. On repeat.
"Did you put her up to this?" I really should be more careful. Jen has always been quick; she's not going to miss my interest in her friend.
Her eyes narrow on me as she blots sweat away from her brow. "Why do you ask?"
I glare down my nose at her. "She's the receptionist. She's supposed to be working." There. That sounds reasonable. Like I’m a concerned boss and not at all like I’m a possessive caveman.
"It's her day off, and yes, I might've dared her to take the pole dancing class, but I didn't know she'd be so awesome at it. Look at her. She's a natural." Yeah, and that's the problem. Most of my clientele and all of my trainers are pressed against the yoga studio's window admiring Remi's natural talent. It's irritating, to say the least.
Remi's a sweet girl. Sunshine to my grumpy. She's also ten years younger than me and has been friends with my sister for years. I’ve managed to keep my dirty thoughts and my hands to myself. Up until the moment I see my good girl swinging around on a pole like she's been doing it for years and fueling all my filthiest fantasies about her. Now I'm wondering if Remi is a natural at giving lap dances, too.
I've kept my sister's best friend in this box labeled 'untouchable' for years. Now I'm one hip thrust away from ripping the lid off that box permanently.
*This is a short, steamy, age gap romance with no cheating, no sharing, no other man/woman drama and a guaranteed, sticky-sweet happily ever after.
*Age gap
*Best friend’s brother romance
*Innocent heroine
*Sneaking around
*Fitness romance
*Workplace romance
*Protective hero
*Small town
*Truth or dare
Mrs. Claus
I know it makes me a cliché, but I’m a cop who likes a hot donut. Sue me. Imagine my shock when I stopped by the best bakery in town one morning for my daily fix and the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen stepped out of the kitchen, all smiles and dimples, and smelling like a sugar cookie. Evie Snow. The cheerful, little redhead who happens to be playing Mrs. Claus this year in the Briarwood Ridge Christmas Festival.
Evie’s the embodiment of sunshine and light. It’s not her fault she also happens to be the star of all my filthiest fantasies. I should leave her alone. She’s too young and sweet for a grumpy cop like me. And yet, here I am volunteering to keep watch over Santa’s village, even though I hate the holidays.
The universe must have a sense of humor because the current Santa just fell off a ladder and guess who fits the suit. Christmas is about to get hotter than the Fourth of July because I'd like to do some dirty things to Mrs. Claus.
Things that would get me put on the naughty list for life.
*This is a short, steamy, age gap romance with no cheating, no sharing, no other man/woman drama and a guaranteed, sticky-sweet happily ever after.
*Age gap
*Grumpy sunshine romance
*Innocent heroine
*Cop romance
*Christmas romance
*Protective hero
*Small town
* Naughty Santa
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