Chelsea Cooper thinks her best friend's fiancé is the world's biggest jerk.She's never really been one to make waves, but when it comes to that guy, Chelsea's willing to make an exception. There's just no way she can let her best friend make the biggest mistake of her life by marrying him. She'll do anything to stop the wedding, even if it means teaming up with the one person who's an even bigger jerk—the groom-to-be's best friend.Drew Russo thinks his best friend's fiancée's best friend is the prickliest woman alive.Everything about Chelsea aggravates him. She's too structured, too uptight, and too opinionated—especially when it comes to her thoughts on his best friend. When he's tasked with keeping her away from their best friends' secret wedding, Drew knows he's in for one hell of a challenge. Never mind the days he'll have to spend trapped in a car with the world's most annoying woman.The plan is simple enough—keep... Views: 674
Daniel's story
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Daniel Spencer is proud of the billion-dollar business he’s built, but there are few things he enjoys more than creating something with his bare hands. Lake Tahoe has everything he’s looking for—the lakefront cabin he’s building for family and friends to enjoy, crystal clear water and lush green mountains. Everything except the perfect woman to share it with. Until Tasha Summerfield literally falls into his arms.
After learning that her family has lied to her for pretty much her entire life, Tasha flees San Francisco for the mountains. As she tries to bury her heartache by hammering her dilapidated cabin back together, the last thing she expects is to fall for a sexy billionaire. But when a storm blows in and she desperately needs help, there is Daniel, waiting with open arms.
Tasha believes Daniel deserves a woman from a perfect, loving, tight-knit family like his. Yet how can she possibly resist a man this sweet and generous…who looks positively sinful in his tool belt? With every delicious taste of him, Tasha finds it harder to quell the hopes and dreams she thought were crushed forever. But when it turns out that Daniel’s family isn’t picture perfect after all, will the truth set them both free? Or will it destroy any chance they ever had? Views: 674
Some wounds never heal...
She's stuck in another foster home. He's the new boy with a bad reputation.
Falling in love in the wrong place and the wrong time never felt so good. Views: 674
Opposites Attract. Or They Repel. Even With A Killer To Find.
When curvy sassy scientist Summer Madison finds a dead grizzly in the forest she's studying, she's sure the new copper mine is to blame.
Gruff grizzly game warden Chance Baker will do anything to protect his people, even if that means disagreeing with the woman his bear finds irresistible.
With his bear roaring that he’s found his mate, will Chance be able stay focused on the investigation long enough to find the killer?
Get ready for steamy hot sexy times between a grizzly cowboy and a sassy scientist on a mission. Views: 674
I'm not who they say I am.Trust me.But can she?Reclusive novelist Aaron Westhaven, a man she's admired—and more—for years, has accepted Olivia Dupree's invitation to speak at a local fundraiser. But the day he's due to arrive, she gets a call summoning her to the bedside of a John Doe whose sole possession is her business card.Can this undeniably compelling man—survivor of an execution-style gunshot wound—really be the novelist the lonely Olivia has grown to think of as a near soul mate? If not, he can be in Shadow Falls for only one reason: to kill her.Olivia, too, has secrets. And discovering the truth about the man in the hospital bed means dredging up her own past—a past she's been hiding from for sixteen years.About the AuthorMaggie Shayne is the bestselling author of more than forty novels, including the groundbreaking vampire series Wings in the Night, the most recent of which is called Prince of Twilight. Her numerous awards include two Romantic Times Career Achievement Awards, the National Readers Choice Award, and the coveted Romance Writers of America RITA Award. Maggie lives in a small town in southern central New York. Find her at www.maggieshayne.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Today was the day Olivia Dupree was going to meet the only man on the planet who saw life the way she did—as one long series of disappointments, as a perilous journey best navigated entirely solo—for the very first time, and she didn't have a thing to wear.Not that what she wore really mattered. She wasn't that sort of fan. Not only didn't she think he would care what she looked like, but she would also be extremely disappointed if he did.And yet she'd given in to the inner idiotic teenager that had never been her and stood on her bed, so she could gauge her appearance in the big mirror that was part of her dresser. She didn't own a full-length mirror. She'd never thought she needed one and still held that opinion. Her ordinary style was pretty basic. For work she wore skinny, knee-length pencil skirts with matching blazers when it was cool, and sensible pumps with two-inch heels. She kept her dark hair in a tight bun and applied her makeup in the same minimalist fashion every weekday. College English students didn't really care what their professor looked like, after all. And she wasn't out to capture the attention of anyone who might.On weekends, she traded the suits for jeans, the bun for a ponytail and the makeup for sunscreen.Now she needed something in between. Something relaxed but attractive. Not seductive, just attractive. She was not a doe-eyed, adoring fan. But she'd never met Aaron Westhaven before, and she wanted to make a good impression.Nothing more.Freddy, her very best friend in the entire world—and the only specimen of the male gender, canine or otherwise, she trusted with her heart—tipped his massive head from one side to the other as he watched her standing somewhat unsteadily on the mattress. Standing was not what the bed was for, he seemed to be thinking.She glanced down at him. "It's okay, boy. I'll get down momentarily. And standing on the bed is still verboten when it comes to you, okay?"He heaved a giant sigh and lowered his two-hundred-pound, brindle-patterned bulk to the floor. He was only average size for an adult male English mastiff, but even she had trouble believing how big he was, and she'd had him for three years.She hoped Mr. Westhaven didn't have an aversion to dogs. He hadn't written dogs into any of his novels, so she couldn't be sure, but she suspected he would love Freddy. Because anyone with a heart would love Freddy, and Westhaven certainly had a heart.She felt as if she knew him well. The reclusive author's heartbreakingly tragic novels lined her shelves and spoke to her soul. They were her own guilty little secret. But they so reflected the way she felt about life and love. You really couldn't depend on anyone but yourself. He seemed to understand that. God knew she did.And now she was about to meet him—right here in Shadow Falls, Vermont.She glanced at the combination she now wore, a pair of dressy black trousers and a lavender button-down blouse with a black blazer over it. Too stiff. She unbuttoned the blazer and thought she still looked too formal. Then she took it off and thought she looked too casual.Frustrated, she threw the blazer down by her feet. Big mistake. Freddy saw that as an invitation, sprang upright and bounded onto the bed with a giant "woof" that reverberated through her chest. The mattress sank, the box springs squeaking in protest."I couldn't see anything from the waist down," she explained, as she tried to keep her balance. He bounced in response to her words, and the mattress tidal-waved beneath her. Laughing, she fell onto her butt among the rumpled covers, and Freddy moved over her, trying to lick her face as she laughed too hard to breathe. "You're a lug. Get down!"He obeyed immediately, then stood there waiting for her to join him. She got down, traded the trousers for a skirt, slid her feet into a pair of sandals and looked at the clock on the nightstand, then at her wristwatch. "Gee, Freddy. Mr. Westhaven is late." She frowned as a little knot of worry tightened in her stomach."He's really late."And she was concerned. Because though she admired him, she didn't entirely trust him, simply because he was male. The fact that he'd agreed to be the surprise guest speaker at the English Department's summer fundraiser had been nothing less than a stunner. She'd invited him with every expectation that he would decline, if he replied at all. The man never made public appearances. She'd been shocked—and a little bit suspicious—when he'd accepted the invitation.But she'd chalked that up to her own man issues, and tried to count on him to show up as promised and not pull a no-show.Maybe that had been a mistake.Time would tell, she supposed. She brushed the dog hairs off her lavender blouse and exchanged it for a sleeveless silk shell in jade green. It would just have to do.Samuel Overton wasn't supposed to be driving at all without his mom in the car, much less driving a big Ford Expedition that wasn't even theirs. But he was doing it anyway. He didn't really know how she expected him not to. It was the Funkmaster Flex Edition, not just any SUV.And it was freakin' sweet. Checkered flag design on the dashboard and console, unique black-and-red paint job, sound system to die for. Better yet, it had a 300 horsepower, 5.4-liter iron-block, 24-valve V-8 in it. Hell, this thing was a dream vehicle. Car-show worthy.Besides, he didn't have any reason to think his mom would find out.Kyle Becker, Sam's best friend, cranked up the music, and Sam shoved his hand away from the dial and turned it back down. "It's distracting.""It's Metallica. You don't turn down Metallica.""Then turn it off.""No way. It'll do you good to get used to distractions," Kyle said, with the wisdom that came from being a licensed sixteen-year-old, and a whole six weeks older than Sam. "And while you're at it, you might want to go faster than thirty-five."Sam pressed on the gas pedal, picked up speed and sent a cloud of dust up behind them. They'd taken a back road where there would be little traffic, so he could practice driving a car that had a little more guts than his mother's minivan.He felt a little ping and knew he was throwing up pebbles in addition to the dust cloud. Shaking his head, he hit the brakes and pulled over. "This is stupid. This dirt road's no good for a cherry ride like this.""I told you, we'll wash it before we take it back," Kyle insisted. "No one will ever know.""Right, unless I end up dinging it or something.Professor Mallory will notice that when he comes back from Europe, even if Mom doesn't." Sam sighed, frustrated with himself as he slowly realized there was almost zero chance he was going to get away with this undetected. Mom always found out. "I must have been a moron to have let you talk me in to this.""No, you weren't. You've got to practice on something, right? How are you going to pass your test next week if you don't? And you can't take your mother's minivan when she has it parked outside the damn hospital all day every day.""Yeah, well, I can't keep taking Mallory's dream machine out, either. I mean, I shouldn't. He left it with Mom for safekeeping while he's away. I doubt this is what he had in mind.""Why the hell not? You're not hurting it any. And he did ask your mom to drive it once in a while to keep it loose, right? You're helping him, dude.""You wouldn't be saying that if it was your dream machine I was driving over a cow path," Sam said. "If Mom finds out, she'll have a freakin' breakdown.""She's not gonna find out." Kyle said it as if he were offering his personal guarantee that it was true.The dust was clearing, and Sam sighed. "Let's just go. We still have to gas it up and wash it, and hope to hell nobody sees us driving it back.""Yeah," Kyle said. "We probably better get on that. But we can take it straight back to your mom's garage, bring the gas in a can and wash it right there, so we don't draw notice. You want me to drive it back?"Sam nodded. "Just in case we meet a cop or something," he said. "Mom would be even more pissed if I got a ticket for driving on a learner's permit without a licensed over-eighteen driver along." He opened his door, getting out of the SUV to go around to the passenger side.Kyle got out his own side, but then he just stood there, staring toward the side of the road a dozen or so yards ahead of them.And then he went really tense all of a sudden, and his mouth opened."What?" Sam asked, trying to see what he was looking at.Kyle lifted a finger and pointed. "Holy shit, is that a body?""No way!" Sam turned and spotted the lump that had caught his friend's attention. Something that, he had to admit, looked like a person lay in the deep grass at the bottom of a patch of a slope.The two boys headed for the human-shaped lump of clothing. When they got as close as they could without leaving the road, Kyle said, "Sure as shit, Sam, there's a guy down there. And he isn't moving."Elbowing his friend, Sam said, "Go see if he's alive." Then he tugged his cell phone out of his shirt pocket."Screw you, you go see if he's alive!""Fine." Sam held out the phone. "You can call 911… and my mom at the hospital."Sighing, Kyle shook his head. "I'm not calling your mom. I'll go see if he's alive."When her telephone finally rang, Olivia had all but given up on her special guest. He was known to be rabid about his privacy. She should have trusted the instinct that told her to distrust his promise to appear. But at the time she'd been convinced that the director of special events would never agree to Aaron Westhaven's terms anyway. No press, no announcement, no photogra... Views: 674
Some hearts can't be tamed. Dawn 'Honey' Wells is tainted by her mother's addiction. Following in LL's footsteps, she's determined to live free or die trying. No man can tame her spirit or her wild heart. With two men vying to claim her, Dawn finds herself spinning out of control.Jim Tom 'JT' Franklin is finding his way after being welcomed with open arms by his half-brother, Rebel and the rest of the club. Boy meets girl and falls in love. It should be simple, but life never is. The Black Rebel Riders' saga continues, are you ready to ride?A Rebel in The Roses is book 8 of the bestselling Black Rebel Riders' MC saga. This series is best read in order.Suggested series reading orderGrim The BeginningRumorBabyStrikerRomeoHeart of A RebelA Rebel LoveA Rebel In The RosesBorn Sinner (standalone)Blood of A RebelThe Devil's Rebel Views: 674
The Sisterhood: a group of women bound by friendship and a quest for justice. Now their male allies, the Men of the Sisterhood, have formed a top-secret organization of their own, with the same goal of helping the helpless and righting the wrongs of the world . . . Loyalty is a way of life for the Sisterhood and their significant others. When lawyer Lizzie Fox's husband, Cosmo Cricket, is left critically injured after being shot by an unknown assailant, the men of BOLO Consultants head straight for Las Vegas to comfort Lizzie—and to uncover a dangerous enemy in the City of Sin. As head of Nevada's Gaming Commission, Cosmo has powerful enemies. Yet the shooting seems to be related to one of his private projects. Built in the desert outside Las Vegas, Happy Village is a flourishing community for seniors who have lost a spouse. Cosmo's widowed father found new purpose in running the venture. But the neighborhood that's now home to Happy Village was once run... Views: 674
My heart is racing as I knock on his door.
Jace Randall is the artist who inspired me to become an art critic, but he’s also an incredibly handsome billionaire who’s agreed to let me interview him.
Then his door opens and I realize the photos of him don’t do him justice.
The man in front of me is a dream, and as his eyes scan up and down my body, my mind goes blank when he utters the words, “How much?”
Savannah Birch can’t get Jace out of her mind, and when she tries, she finds herself at the Gilded Cage. She’s almost as intrigued by what she finds at the BDSM club as she is by the man she wants to forget. No shirking violet when it comes to sex, she encounters a masked man who introduces her to a world she hardly knew existed. A world that might just be able to erase any thought of Jace Randall.
Don't miss One Night Only, another steamy stand-alone novel in the Billionaire’s Muse series by M. S. Parker.
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When Penny Sue Paine got Lucky, everyone was in an uproar. Because Lucky was the sweet-faced dog who had inherited the Paine millions! Now somebody wanted Lucky dead. So Penny Sue hired herself a tall, well-muscled hunk of a bodyguard....When Vic Noble found out his latest client was a dog, he nearly lost his cool. Then he got an eyeful of Miss Penny Sue Paine, a brunette with a body to die for and an innocence that could do a lesser man in. Good thing Vic was about as tough as they made 'em. But the tougher they are—the harder they fall! Views: 674
New York Times bestselling author Betina Krahn’s warmhearted and witty new romance is filled with sparkling surprises . . .
When Frances Bumgarten encounters a handsome stranger in her kitchen in
the middle of the night, her first impulse is to wallop the scoundrel on
the head with a bread paddle. And when Frankie discovers he is “The
Fox,” a disarmingly arrogant purveyor of gossip among England’s
aristocracy, she’s tempted to take a second swing . . .
Never mind that Reynard Boulton, nephew of the Viscount Tannehill, is
returning her inebriated uncle safely home. This chiseled intruder has
sparked an infuriating physical sensation unlike anything the feisty
Nevada silver heiress has experienced. In fact, the noblemen of London
are so dull, Frankie’s sworn off marriage entirely. She will, however,
help her younger sister win her own love match—even if it means secretly
enlisting Reynard’s enquiring mind . . .
But secrets, as Reynard knows too well, can be costly. For Frankie is
yet unaware that a villainous duke is scheming to claim her—and ruin
him. Soon they’re racing to uncover the truth—and fueling a passion that
won’t stay hidden . . .
Praise for A Good Day to Marry a Duke
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“The very essence of romance . . . endlessly entertaining.”
*** —Booklist* (Starred Review)**
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“Readers will gallop through the lighthearted love story.”
—Kirkus Reviews
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**“Full of wit, deceit, manipulation, and a thoroughly entertaining mix
of American and English cultural references, this amusing romance has
set the bar high for the sequels.” **
—Publishers Weekly
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