Mia Kennedy is having a rough week. While attending a business conference, she comes down with the flu. When she returns to her apartment a few days early, she finds her live-in boyfriend, Connor, has female company. A night out with her best friends, Claire and Ashley, turns interesting. A rebound relationship isn’t what she needs or expects, but when she meets Ace, he turns her world upside down. Sex with Connor was like playing doctor. Sex with Ace blows her mind, leaving her to make bad decisions. Ace clearly communicates that he isn’t the relationship kind of guy, his only interest is having a good time. So why does he keep finding Mia for more? Mia knows that Ace is bad for her, but every time she vows to stay away from him, something always leads her right back to his bed. Can she be the key to his heart? Bonus Addition: Excerpt from Just Dessert by Kelly Collins included. Views: 58
WHAT IS IT ABOUT THE WRONG MAN THAT FEELS SO RIGHT? ENTICED by Stephanie Bond As if attorney Kimber Karlton's life wasn't stressful enough, she's a day late and a boat short for her own romantic getaway at a secluded island retreat. Enter rugged rogue Finn Meyers: ship's captain, jungle guide...sex god. PROPOSITIONED by Leslie Kelly Liz Talbot left her cheating husband and demanding career to tend bar in St. Lucia, and nothing could lure her back. Even handsome millionaire Jack Beaumont and his propositions— business and otherwise—can't tempt her...or can they? FEVERED by Lori Wilde Investigative journalist Macy Gatwick wants Armando Cutler so badly she can taste it. For a story, of course—a juicy exposé about the corporate wunderkind's exile to Costa Rica. But her objectivity and inhibitions dissolve amidst the steam of the jungle. Originally published in... Views: 58
TOO MANY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS. Erin Fleming couldn't live with her constant fear of losing Lee McGrey to his perilous police work. Yet living without him was torture ...not to mention dangerous. Newly single, Erin had stumbled onto a murder mystery. Now she was in jeopardy--and only her ex could save her. T00 MANY LONELY MORNINGS. Just when Lee had grown accustomed to an empty bed, Erin invaded his world--and his senses--again. This time, he knew, he should walk away. Convince himself he didn't ache for her. Tell her to find another bodyguard. Instead, he agreed to protect the woman he still loved-and damn the emotional consequences .... Views: 58
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Boss: A Short Story Views: 58
Opposites attract, driving emotions high, this is a passion-fueled ride... are you ready? Kick Born straight into Hell, the Hellions MC gave me a safety I never knew existed. Raised by Nathan "Boomer" Vaughn, I finally knew what it was to have a real family. I found my place wearing this cut and taking this ride with him. I am Colton "Kick" Vaughn. I live for family, f*cking, and fun. Diem Life is good. Life is easy. I am Diem Reigns. I live a life of comfort and privilege. When everything crashes around me, I find my only comfort with him. A biker who is reckless, careless, and everything my mother told me to stay away from suddenly becomes the only person I can trust. She's in danger with nowhere to turn. He's determined to give her the ride of her life. Series reading order: Hellions Ride... Views: 58
Dom's Baby is book 1 of the Broken Spires MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Pleasing Dom and The Dom and Her are available everywhere now!I HAD A TASTE OF HER. NOW, I'M COMING FOR THE REST.One more heist, and then I'll be done with this life for good.In and out. I'd done it a million times. This will be no different.At least, that's what I thought…Then Erica showed up.She was too delicious to pass up.A pretty city girl in a world far removed from the one she knows.In other words, easy prey.Down here, we do things different.When a man like me wants a woman like her, he doesn't stop to ask questions.He just takes.And takes.And takes.Until his hunger is sated.And that's exactly what I did.The stupid girl was about to get stabbed, but I had a different kind of penetration in mind.I scooped her up, threw her across my bike, and took her... Views: 58
Seventeen-year-old Jason Matthews made a wish when he'd shared a kiss with Katherine Conlin under the mistletoe at Dragonfly Pointe fourteen years ago. Now an Air Force Captain and wounded warrior, he awakens in the hospital in Germany where his dreams have been invaded by the girl from his past. Once he returns home to the states, he finds out approaching Kat might be a little more difficult than he'd thought since she's been in a long term relationship for nearly two years. But another year later when Jason discovers she's on her way to the Dragonfly Pointe Inn for the Christmas holidays without her boyfriend, he seizes the opportunity to become reacquainted. Kat had been expecting a proposal this Christmas, and when her boyfriend backs out yet again on the carefully laid plans she's made for them, she realizes she probably wouldn't have been happy with him anyway. Kat has often wondered what happened to Jason Matthews, the boy she'd made a wish with years ago, and the last thing she expects is to run into him again at the Dragonfly Pointe Inn.Will there still be that special Christmas magic between them to make those long ago wishes come true? Views: 58
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A long-ago shipwreck off the California coast led the survivors to the haven they named Angel’s Bay. Their shared adversity brought fellowship and joy . . . but also unsuspected secrets. Acclaimed author Barbara Freethy returns to the town where angels still keep watch, with a compelling story of a young widow trying to find the truth and bring closure for her son and herself.The theft of three priceless paintings sent Derek Kane to prison and destroyed the dreams of his wife, Brianna. When Derek unexpectedly dies just weeks before his release, Brianna returns to Angel’s Bay with her young son, determined to prove her husband’s innocence and find the missing paintings. Her efforts are stymied by Jason Marlow, the police officer who sent Derek to jail— betraying his former friend. And when unexpected passion flares between Brianna and Jason, she must choose between the past and the present, the guilty and the innocent, the truth and the lies. For nothing is what it seems. . . .About the AuthorA native California, Barbara has lived at both ends of the state. While she misses the hot summer nights of Southern California, she enjoys the beautiful bays and hillsides of Northern California, as well as the exciting and intriguing city of San Francisco. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.*ONE*Present day, late OctoberBrianna Kane shivered as the ocean breeze sliced through her black dress. The hillside cemetery in Angel’s Bay overlooked a restless sea, whitecaps crashing against the boulders below, dark clouds blotting out the sun. The ocean was angry, and so was she. This should have been just another Monday morning. Lucas should have been in preschool. She should have been in her own classroom, teaching French to middle-schoolers. And Derek—Derek should not have been dead. Everything about this moment was wrong. Five years ago, she’d come to Angel’s Bay to marry Derek Kane. They’d planned to wed by the edge of the sea. She’d pictured the moment a thousand times. She’d wear an off-the-shoulder white satin dress with a lacy train that went on forever. The wind would blow through her long blond hair, and the sun sparkling off the ocean would light up Derek’s face, his hazel eyes always so beautiful and eager for her. But she hadn’t married Derek on a windswept bluff. She’d said her “I do’s” in a cold, sterile room at a prison a hundred miles away, and her husband hadn’t been wearing a tuxedo but an orange jumpsuit. Despite the bad start, she’d believed that one day their lives would get back on track—that Derek’s innocence would be proven, his appeal would be granted. He’d be released, and they’d have the life they were supposed to have. That dream had died five weeks ago, along with Derek, leaving her with nothing but frustration, anger, and a lot of questions. As the minister prayed for Derek’s soul, she glanced around the small group of mourners. They’d waited to have the memorial service until she could pack up her apartment and move to Angel’s Bay, where Derek’s parents lived. Over the past month, she’d kept herself too busy to think beyond immediate plans. Now she was here and forced to confront what she’d been avoiding—Derek’s death and the end of all her dreams. Her mother-in-law, Nancy, a short, plump brunette, sobbed in her husband’s arms. Her father-in-law, Rick, so tall and lean, had lost even more weight in recent weeks and was now almost gaunt as he tried to comfort his wife. Nancy’s sister, Margaret, stood across from them, surreptitiously wiping tears from the corners of her eyes with a delicate handkerchief. Wyatt Kane, Derek’s grandfather, stood next to her, a grim, forbidding man with fierce brown eyes and shocking white hair that was long and wild. Wyatt, an internationally acclaimed artist, had once been Derek’s biggest supporter, but their relationship had been shattered by Derek’s conviction. Brianna was surprised he’d come to the funeral. He’d certainly never visited the prison. Neighbors and friends of the Kanes filled out the group. Most of the mourners were of Derek’s parents’ generation, with only a few former friends in attendance. The rest had vanished long ago. “Mommy,” Lucas whispered loudly as he tugged on her hand. “How can Daddy fit in that box? Won’t he be scared to go into the hole?” Her stomach turned over at the earnest, worried question. Derek’s ashes were enclosed in a small wooden box that would be buried in the family plot. She squatted down, putting her arm around Lucas’s shoulders as she tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t scare him. How did one explain death to a four-year-old? “Mommy?” Lucas’s curious light eyes were so like his father’s it made her heart hurt. “Daddy’s in heaven,” she said gently. “He’s with the angels now. He’s not scared, and you don’t have to worry about him.” “Then what’s in the box?” “It’s just a symbol, something to remember him by.” She hoped the answer would be enough for him. “Do you think Daddy is looking at us right now?” “He’ll be watching over us wherever we go,” she assured him. Lucas lifted his gaze to the sky, his eyes searching. She’d seen the expression on his face before, and not just since Derek had died. Lucas had always been looking for his father. He’d never understood why Derek didn’t live with them like the other daddies did. He couldn’t understand why his father stayed in the big ugly house with the bars. She’d hoped that when Derek got out of prison, he could explain what had happened in a way that Lucas would understand and that after a while the prison years would be forgotten, replaced by happier memories. But Derek had died just before he was due to be released. When the minister ended his prayer, the mourners filed by, each placing a white rose on the box of ashes. The Kanes took Lucas back to the car to give Brianna a moment of privacy, but Derek’s grandfather lingered behind. “Derek was a damn fool,” Wyatt said abruptly. “He could have had everything, but he threw it all away for greed and ambition. He didn’t want to work for success. He just wanted to take it.” His harsh words caught her by surprise. “That’s not true. Derek was innocent. He didn’t steal those paintings from the museum, nor did he assault the security guard. He was set up to take the fall for someone else.” Wyatt gave her a scornful look. “If you still believe that, you’re a damn fool. Derek was the best liar I ever met. It might have been his best talent—his only talent. You should forget about Derek, concentrate on your son, and make sure he doesn’t turn out like his father did.” Wyatt tossed his rose onto the grass and left. Brianna drew in a shaky breath and slowly let it out, rattled by his harsh words. Her fingers began to sting, and she realized she was gripping the thorny stem of her rose. A drop of blood appeared, bright red against her pale skin, and she stared at it in fascination. Derek had brought her a lot of pain in recent years, but she still remembered the man she’d fallen in love with, the one who had been outgoing, charming, and handsome, with blond hair and eyes that changed with the colors of the season. Derek had made her feel special and important, as if she were the only one who mattered. He’d swept her off her feet with his big dreams—the places he wanted to go, the life he wanted to lead. And that was the man she mourned now, the one with so much unrealized potential. Stepping forward, she laid her rose on top of the others. “I guess this is it, Derek,” she whispered. “It’s hard to believe you’re really gone. We should have had more time—a lot more time.” She swallowed hard, a knot growing in her throat. “But we have a beautiful son. I’ll make sure that Lucas knows who his father was. He’ll see where you grew up, and he’ll walk in your memories—at least for a while.” Tears blurred her eyes. “I’m going to keep fighting for you, too. I won’t stop until we get to the truth.” The wind brushed against her face like the caress of a man’s hand. She touched her fingers to her suddenly warm cheek and raised her face to the sky. There was a small break in the clouds, a whisper of blue sky . . . then the wind blew, and the dark clouds returned. As two men began to bury the box of ashes, she stepped back, unable to watch. She turned to move toward Nancy and Rick and caught a glimpse of a man standing just beyond the trees. Her heart jumped into her throat. He wasn’t wearing a police uniform today, but she recognized him all the same—Jason Marlow. He was the one who’d built the case against Derek and sent him to jail. And he had the nerve to come to his funeral? She was halfway across the grass before she even realized she was moving. She’d kept a tight rein on her emotions for years, but now she couldn’t hold them in for one more second. Jason straightened when he saw her coming. He wore jeans and a black sweater that emphasized his broad shoulders. His hair was sandy brown, his eyes dark and wary. He stood by a dusty Jeep, and judging by his stance, the way he held his keys, he was considering making a run for it. Too late. If he didn’t want to talk to her, he shouldn’t have come. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded. “I came to pay my respects.” “To the man you sent to prison? Why?” She didn’t bother to fake politeness. She’d wanted to yell at someone for a long time, and he was the perfect target. “I grew up with Derek,” he said. “You know that.” “Your friendship didn’t matter when Derek begged you to help him. Do you really think he’d care that you were here now, after what you did to him?” Anger flashed in his eyes. “I did my job.” “You sent an innocent man to jail. Now he’s dead.” Jason swallowed hard, a battle going on in his eyes. She willed him to try to refute her statement, because she wanted a fight. She needed to release the unbearable tension in her body. Her hands clenched into fists, and it took all of her willpower not to take a swing at him. She’d never hit anyone in her life, but damn if she didn’t want to punch him. Before Jason could speak, Lucas ran over, interrupting them. He threw his little arms around her hips and gave Jason a curious look. “Who are you?” Jason’s face paled; her son was the mirror image of his father. “He’s no one, Lucas,” Brianna answered. “Go back to the car.” “Grandma Nancy says to come,” Lucas told her. “People are waiting at the house.” “I’ll be right there. Go on.” Lucas gave Jason another look and then ran back ... Views: 58
