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My life is a hot mess.Single, working, and raising two daughters, it’s a miracle I get us up, dressed, and fed every morning. Forget about dating—nobody’s got time for that. Even if love hadn’t left me jaded, I’m not settling for anything less than perfect this time around. Lucky for me, the perfect man just happens to work in my office. But there’s just one small problem: he’s my boss, and is totally off limits. But hey, if it’s meant to be, it’ll find a way, right?Then a night out with friends turns into a night in with the walking-talking bad boy cliche of a bartender. It’s just one night. No harm, no foul, right?Except when the hot bartender turns out to be my boss’s trouble-making brother, who wants more than just one night with me. The more I resist the spark between us, the more I find myself wanting him too. Which puts me in the middle of what could be the biggest sibling rivalry of the century.Life is messy. And love? Well, love is even messier.

Love men who fall first? Like strong curvy heroines? How about I throw in a high rise full of billionaires and a hero with some serious golden retriever energy?Evie did the right thing, she saved a life, and it cost her almost everything. I'm going to make damn sure she's made whole again.So I've been carrying her picture around with me for a couple of months.So I argued with the guy at the hardware store over glitter paint for her little girl's bedroom, a bedroom in an apartment I want to give them.So I've been checking on that empty apartment every night for months.That doesn't mean anything though. I'm not obsessed.When I finally get the call she's ready for our help, I hop in my jet and go get her.I expected to find a worn-out, exhausted woman. And I did. But she also called me Conan (as in barbarian) and didn't tolerate any of my bullshit. And that little girl, well she has me acting like an idiot just to make her smile.Ok, so maybe I am obsessed.CW: I write about people from hard places. My books are slow burn but spicy, filled with attitude, lots of love, and lots of swearing. This book touches on foster care, body image, and mention of off-the-page violence.

Luke Love’s An Anchor. Responsibilities And Lack Of Band Success Have Kept Him Trapped. But Now, With The Band Suddenly Making It Big And His Family Obligations Gone, Life Is Off The Rails. Yet Fame, Women, And Arena Tours Only Go So Far In Helping Keep His Pain Buried. Until One Of The Most Spectacular Nights Of His Life Comes Back To Haunt Him. She Saved His Career, Now She Wants Him To Help Save Hers. Willow Love’s An Illusion. Everyone Around Her Is Out For What They Can Get, Except A Drummer Who Wanted Nothing More Than A Steamy One-night Stand. Two Blue Lines Later, She’s On The Fast Track To Career Destruction As America’s Number One Wholesome Content Creator. Saving Her Reputation And Collaborations Will Require A Plan And A Little Social Media Fakery. Okay, A Lot. Like Twelve Months Of Pretending To Build A Family With The Rockstar Of Her Dreams. A Baby. A Fake Relationship. And A Million Dollars. Is It The Perfect Arrangement To Avoid Responsibilities? Or A Deal Guaranteed To Ruin Them Both? Grab This Rockstar Romance That Starts With A One Night Stand And Ends With An Accidental Pregnancy And Fake Relationship, Now. A Rockstar You Can’t Help But Love. A Strong Heroine To Admire. And A Love Meant To Be. Scarlett Cole Takes You Apart And Puts You Back Together Again.” ~ Carly Phillips, Ny Times Bestselling Author

His package ended up inside my box. Calm down, perv. My mailbox.As soon as I saw what was inside,I knew two things:It belonged to my hot neighbor, and he had a dirty secret. Normally, I was more of a cat person. As in, if I had to choose who lives, I’m going to take the cat nine times out of ten. It’s not that I particularly like cats, I just don’t particularly like most people. My neighbor wasn’t most people. He lived in the apartment across the hall, and he was your typical, buttoned-up, fancy shoes, smells like a Calvin Klein commercial, looks like he actually flosses kind of guy. I mean, seriously? Wasn’t flossing just made up by dentists so they could go on their little power trips once every six months?The point was, this guy very obviously had his life all put together. He was Mr. Perfect, and If you asked me, he needed to be brought down a few pegs to wallow with the rest of us.Cue his long, thick, package penetrating my tight little mailbox.I know. It’s absolutely sick. It was such an obvious ploy to hit on me. Forget the fact that the mail lady put it there, my neighbor and I both knew what kind of game he was playing. Oh yeah, we totally knew. It was on. It was in, if you would. I accidentally dropped a knife on the package a few times back in my apartment. It basically sprang open on its own, and I had no choice but to look inside. His dirty little secret was staring me right in the face. As it turned out, Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect. Who knew?Hint: I knew. And I was absolutely going to enjoy every second of what was coming.

"If you're a fan of Kristen Ashley, then you will love this book." -- Aestas Book Blog on Four Letter Word He didn't want to be bad. He just didn't have a choice... Shayla Perkins isn't the kind of girl who makes the same mistake twice, especially when it comes to Sean "Stitch" Molina. So when he gives her the world's biggest rejection, that's it--she's done. Until the sexy, silent, unavailable Sean makes Shay a very personal offer. Of course, it still doesn't mean he's interested in her. Or does it? Sean has done things in life. Bad things. And he's paid the price. All he wants now is to make up for his past by doing good in the present. And no one deserves more good than Shay. Beautiful on the inside and out, Shay is the kind of woman who should be cared for and protected--especially from a man like Sean. He's tried to keep his feelings for her in check, but a single, reckless impulse pulls them closer than ever before. Soon the two are sharing their biggest dreams and satisfying their deepest desires. But what will happen if the only way to truly give each other what they want most...is to let each other go? "The perfect mix of funny, hot and heartwarming. I enjoyed it immensely!" -- Mia Sheridan, New York Times bestselling author, on Four Letter Word

The past she can't remember. The secret he hides. And a love that's worth risking it all.After a devastating car crash stole both her family and her memory, Grace Stanton was left with no past and an uncertain future. Now Grace likes to keep things simple. No sleepovers, never date a guy more than a month, and never, ever fall in love. Which is exactly why Grace avoids Bad Habit's lead guitarist, Brody Scott, at all costs. The green-eyed, sexy-as-hell musician has "trouble" tattooed all over him, and Grace isn't taking any chances with her heart.Brody knows he doesn't deserve an amazing woman like Grace--her creamy skin, red hair, or that smart mouth that fuels his every fantasy--but there's something between them that's more than chemistry. Something real. He'll just have to convince Grace that he's worth the risk--and hide the secret that haunts his worst dreams. But when fate plays a cruel hand, Brody's darkest sin suddenly threatens his last chance at redemption--and the life of the woman he loves.

After three romantic flame-outsin a year and a restaurant career going nowhere, Dani Buchanan needs a fresh start. She goes lookingfor her biological father, but never expects to find asenator running for president. As his long-lost'love child, ' Dani could seriously derail the election--something his handsome campaign managerAlex Canfield isn't going to let happen. Dani isn'tabout to let Alex run her life, no matter how temptingshe finds him--and Alex isn't going to allow Dani tomelt his cynicism, no matter how close he has to get.The last thing either of them wants is love, especiallywith scandals brewing and family trouble on the way. But Dani and Alex are forced to trust each other, andwhen trust turns to passion, the potential for disasteris only a tabloid scandal away.

Losing everything in New York? Rough.Running off to a tiny town in the Scottish Highlands? Maybe a little dramatic.Taking a nanny job for a hot but insufferably grumpy ferry captain? Clearly I wasn't thinking straight.Yeah, Lachlan Munro's six-year-old son is utterly adorable. Even his golden retriever, who acts like he's on a sugar high 24/7, manages to win me over. But the man himself? Ugh!Does he look ridiculously sexy in that uniform? Maybe. Okay, yes, but that's beside the point. His surly attitude and obsessive routines have even my sunshiny optimism fraying at the edges.At least I'm not staying in his home. No, I'm tucked away in the guesthouse out back, with a gorgeous view of the sea.But one night he's taking out the trash, I'm getting changed, and… I may have left a crack in the curtains.Our eyes meet. He blinks. I shriek.I swear I'm not a flasher. Just a victim of tragic timing--and my apparent inability to shut a curtain properly.We both pretend it never happened. Except now I keep catching him staring at me. And occasionally I glimpse something softer behind that grumpy exterior.Well, whatever. It doesn't matter. Because there's no way I'm getting involved with my emotionally unavailable boss.---Captain of My Heart is the first book in the Scottish Single Dads series of interconnected standalones.Perfect for fans of grumpy × sunshine, small town romance, and swoony Scottish single dads with brogues as deep as the sea. ⚓

"If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace."I objected. I seriously freaking objected.But if I dared to say anything and screw up my mother's marriage to her new richer-than-God husband she'd murder me in a mass of tulle, and bury the body where nobody would ever find me.I'm stuck in this gated community filled with cheating husbands and doped-up trophy wives, forced to live under the same roof as my three hideous new stepbrothers.Only... hideous was a stretch.It was an undeniable fact that all three of the Aston brothers were hot as sin.It's too bad filthy rich playboys aren't my style. Especially ones I'm forced to call family.I've made a vow to stay the hell away from them.Except... I'm a brand new toy they really want to share.

*Bryant and Tynleigh's Prequel* Passion is everywhere. It's in everyone, especially women, just waiting to be freed. I like to pride myself on finding the most passionate. The ones that don't need me for anything other than a good time for a while and then moving on with their lives. My life has been one spiral of fun right after another, and I like it that way. I live with no regrets. I've experienced women in many forms. I've loved, lost, and found again. I love their bodies, I lose her when she's tired of being sexually benefitted friends-or in the last case, running back to the one that she wanted all along-and then I find another when the perfect target stumbles upon my witty charm. It's a repetitive game I've played most of my teenage and adult life. I'm perfectly fine with a woman using me, as long as she's using me for my body. But I suppose the last one could have ended before I was ready. Just as I was preparing to bang my way into someone else, Joel called. When the fucker calls, I drop what I'm doing and fly to New York, because it's usually warranted, and he's family. God only knows he's been dished a shitty hand. It was supposed to be a rescue mission like it always is, but maybe it's me that needs to be rescued more than anyone. There she was-the woman that will forever change my life. I just didn't know it when I boarded that plane, California bound. It's funny how consequences to our own actions can bring us to the very place we're meant to be . . . for the rest of our lives. And dammit, she's just as resistant as me.