“I don’t love you, and I’m not getting married.” Especially not to a complete stranger. Famous last words as it turns out. He didn’t even know her real name.
A laugh out loud funny marriage mistake romance.
In Vegas for a cousin’s wedding, the last thing Daniel Fortner is looking for is a marriage of his own. But then Gwen crashes—literally—into his life and suddenly Daniel can’t stop running. She’s a pickpocket, a car thief, a boat thief, the woman who roofied him for his own good, and quite possibly the most fun he’s had in years. He never meant to marry her, but once the bullets and heart-stopping kisses start flying, how can he possibly let her go?
About Maren Smith:
Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee fanatic, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.
I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.
Audacious lady rancher confronts Beverly Hills tycoon.
Kate Clark was content with life on her Montana ranch, until she met billionaire developer, Jarrett Sinclair; a meeting that changed both their lives forever. Overwhelmed by her beauty, Sinclair lavished Kate with affection. During which, she got wind an anonymous developer was scheming to break up her ranch for a colossal resort he sought to build. Sinclair kept his identity as the developer secret as he quietly coped with the ravages of CTE, a football related brain injury. As his health deteriorated, Kate cared for her friend only to discover he owned the development company bent on destroying her life.
On learning that, she struggled to comfort the man she loved but despised for being the developer. In the end Kate kept her ranch but at an incredible cost.
Gorgeous lady rancher with a figure that turned men’s heads was committed to restoring her family ranch to the largest in Montana, is confronted by a Beverly Hills developer out to breakup her land for his own personal gain.
A scintillating, fast-paced, confrontation between a fifth-generation rancher, and a dashing, charismatic rogue, out to get whatever he wants. Kate Clark was content with life on her Montana ranch, until she met billionaire playboy Jarrett Sinclair, a meeting that forever changed her life. Following in her father’s footsteps, Kate wrangled cattle, bulldogged steers, and broke horses with the best of men. She had her life neatly laid out. She was going to marry her neighbor and acquire the remaining properties she needed to restore the family ranch to the largest in the state. Everything was going as planned until Sinclair received pictures of her swimming naked in a mountain lake.
Overwhelmed by her beauty, Sinclair went after her with a passion. He lavished her with affection. Her life could not have been more exciting. At the same time, she got wind that an anonymous developer was scheming to break up her ranch for a colossal resort they sought to build. In her fight to save her ranch, Kate was forced to take on roles she never wanted while dealing with Sinclair’s amorous advances and deteriorating health. Sinclair kept his identity as the developer secret as he quietly struggled with the ravages of CTE, the life-threatening football- related brain injury. While caring for Sinclair, Kate suddenly learned he owned the company bent on destroying her ranch. On discovering that, she was torn between abhorring him as the developer and comforting the gravely ill man she hopelessly loved.
About the Author
J Saltwick’s mastery of real life scintillating adult drama shines in Brazen Desires – Desperate Hours. Writing from the heart, Saltwick draws on a wealth of education and personal life experiences to build an exciting story. Saltwick blends those strengths with a unique creativity to portray how a sheltered, though strong willed woman can compete with men on their level, and win. Saltwick’s principle character, Kate Clark, comes across as a real woman with the fortitude to take charge of today’s daunting challenges. Kate’s inner cowgirl roots, reinforced by her male upbringing, gives her the strength to face down the billionaire developer, Jason Sinclair. Intent on breaking up Kate’s ranch for a colossal resort he plans to build Sinclair doesn’t care who he hurts. Unwilling to let go of her dream of returning her family ranch to being the largest in Montana, Kate takes on Sinclair and his male ego with surprising results.
Despite not having a great start in life, Seraphina Moon never gave up hope that good fortune would smile upon her. Just when things are looking most dire for her, she is whisked off to a new life at Primrose Park, home of Lady Tempest Knox and her husband, James.When it is time for Seraphina to be married, Lady Tempest knows there is only one person up to the task—Lady Ambrosia, Matchmaker to the Discerning. Dr. Lucas Spencer, the most eligible bachelor in the village of Briar Glen, is shocked by the lengths to which the local ladies – and their mothers – will go to ensnare him in marriage. Looking for a proper bride to share his life, he contacts Lady Ambrosia.
Seraphina has never met a man as handsome as Lucas and when he boldly informs her that marriage to him will include firm discipline, Seraphina’s heart melts for her stern husband.
Lucas and Seraphina are well on their way to happily ever after. But, will a secret from Seraphina’s past tear them apart forever?
This is book three in the Regency Matchmaker Series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Smiling down at his sweet little bride, he cupped the side of her face, the skin of her cheek smooth and creamy against his palm. She looked up at him with eyes wide and trusting. “The first part of your lesson in kissing,” he said, his thumb gently stroking her bottom lip, “is to keep your lips pliable but firm. Place a kiss upon my thumb and I shall check your level of pliability.”
The tiny pink tip of her tongue slipped out and wetted her lips, but scrupulously avoided the pad of his thumb. Her gaze remained on his and she nodded solemnly before pursing her lips and pressing them against his thumb.
Holy mother of god. Never in all his medical training had he been informed of the highly erotic nature of a man’s thumbs, but her kiss upon his sent a tingle of heated desire flying through him and his manhood stirred inside his trousers. He pressed back with his thumb and she took the tip of it between her lips with a delicate suck and he fought back a moan.
He gently retracted his thumb and ended the contact. “Very good,” he said, his voice shaky.
Her face was flushed and her eyelids had drooped to half mast.
“Well, you did very nicely, Seraphina. I can see you are a natural at kissing.”
About Celeste Jones:
USA Today bestselling author Celeste Jones is known for writing highly entertaining erotic romance featuring headstrong heroines and stern yet loving heroes who aren’t afraid to take a naughty woman over their knees. When she’s not writing, she enjoys travel, reading and dancing like no one is watching.
Keely Whittle is off limits.Keely Whittle is off limits.
Keely Whittle is off limits.
I’ve known her for her whole life. She’s my deceased best friend’s little sister, now my best friend by default, and the closest thing I have left to anything resembling family.
Watching out for her should be easy. Second Nature. Something I’ve always done. Why, with Austin gone, does it suddenly feel so different?
I tell myself she’s off limits on a daily basis- but there is one tiny problem.
Keely is all grown up, and she doesn’t feel the same way.
She’s smart, funny, smoking hot, and desperately trying to get into my pants-and my heart.
Moving in with her was a really bad idea.
*Good Luck Daddy is Book 1 in a hot new Rom-Com series about a group of friends, bonded over their love of dirty books with drool-worthy heros, who eventually get their own hot, hilarious, happily-ever-afters.*
“Do you remember what I said I would do to you if you ever made the decision to drink and drive?”
I didn’t. The night was a blur, and it was a miracle I remembered anything about it.
“Kiss me?” I quipped drunkenly, rushing toward him with my lips.
This time his smile filled his whole face. “Tempting, but no, that wasn’t it.”
“But it could be,” I insisted. The truth was, the buzz was beginning to wear off, and I didn’t want it to. Without the warm burn of the margarita tearing up my insides, I wouldn’t have the guts to sit next to a nearly naked Jasper on the couch, much less insist that he kiss me.
“It wasn’t.” Jasper grabbed my arms and pulled. I let him, and within seconds I was face down over his lap, with my face smashed into the arm of the couch, and his erection poking me in the belly.
Well, this wasn’t how I normally began foreplay, but it was Jasper freaking O’Malley we were talking about here. If he had wanted me to rub nutella all over my body, cover it in crushed peanuts, and let a pack of chihuahuas lick it off me while he watched, I would have said, “Honey roasted or plain?” and counted down the minutes until his cock was inside of me.
About the Authors
I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.
I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.
Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.
In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.
Cassie Bowmont had what it took to succeed, at least that’s what she told herself. Hoping a change of pace and new scenery would get her creative juices flowing, she rented a beach cottage in the small town of Avenel where she could dip her pen into the steamy depths of adult romance. She didn’t need or want any distractions to thwart her progress, but she hadn’t counted on Chris Walker. After deciding that he would be a great muse for the hero in her book, she realized that a summer fling with him was just what the Book Gods ordered.
When Chris Walker spotted the small car on the shoulder of the road, his hero complex kicked in. Unable to ignore a damsel in distress, he pulled over to be a knight in a Ford F-150. He stomped through the flooded road and convinced Cassie to follow him to safety. After a goodbye wave in the parking lot of a Piggly Wiggly, he figured he’d never see her again, but Fate had other plans. When their paths crossed once more, he paused long enough to notice the delight in her eyes, the playful smirk on her glossy lips, and the determination of her spirit. His heart stuttered. His brain flooded with need, and a crack penetrated the wall around his heart.
They knew the summer was all they’d have but falling for each other was inevitable. The pleasure of lust somehow transformed into the contentment of love. When a jilted lover returns and sabotages their relationship, they must decide if they will be prisoners to the past or sail into their future.
“Are you published?” Chris asked.
“Yes.” She nodded and added, “Self-published.”
Pink heated her cheeks. She wasn’t about to tell him that she wrote romance and was considering erotica. She hadn’t decided yet. She read both, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be an erotica writer. She wasn’t sure she had enough sexual experience or creativity to write a book that needed eight to ten sex scenes. She thought she could handle two or three at the most per book, which was what most of the romances she’d read had.
“I’m debating between writing contemporary romance or romantic suspense. You know, chick lit.” She did her best to make that sound boring and uninteresting.
“Chick lit,” he repeated. The corners of his mouth turned up. Was that code for mommy porn? His cock perked up at the news. What kind of naughty thoughts went through her mind? Damn, she was already hot, but that information made her down right volcanic. He’d have to get his hands on one of her books to check it out.
“You know, books you read at the beach, while waiting in line at the grocery store. Something with a Happily Ever After. Feel good books,” she added with a casual shrug. Then she cursed adding that last part.
His green eyes darkened with lust. Feel good books. He knew what that meant. Women all over America read books at night to ‘feel good’. Was she into that? Damn, his pants were getting tight in the crotch just thinking about the ways she could make him feel good.
She wanted to roll her eyes. Men were so predictable. They couldn’t help but think with their cocks. She should have known the man sitting across from her would be no different. He’d been a gentleman last night and had been polite so far, but the heat in his gaze betrayed the truth that his cock had taken over his brain once the conversation shifted to something that hinted at the notion of sexuality.
When would her bacon and eggs get here? She needed to finish this impromptu breakfast. She leaned closer to him and shook her head. “I don’t write about sex,” she stated matter-of-factly and a little annoyed.
It didn’t matter that she was going to write about sex. He didn’t need to know that was what she was considering. The way he looked at her suddenly made her feel dirty. Like she was some porn queen who’d fucked an entire town or a sports team. She wasn’t into group sex or even banging strangers. She liked to be wined and dined. She had high standards for men she’d be with romantically. But if the look he was giving her was typical for how men would approach her once they knew that she wrote romance, she’d have to come up with a pen name. It was becoming clear that keeping her writing persona separate from her true identity would be the best plan.
Chris leaned back in the booth and waved his hand as if wiping away dirty thoughts. “Of course not. I didn’t think you did.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Look, you don’t owe me an explanation. I love books. The only bad book is an unread book, right?” Hopefully that appeased her.
Thankfully the waitress set their plates on the table in front of them at that moment. Clearing his throat, he thanked the waitress and grabbed a piece of bacon and shoved it into his mouth before he said something stupid.
Cassie picked up her fork and jabbed the liquid center of her egg. The yolk spilled out and flowed over the egg white. Would everyone look at her like she was a weirdo if they knew what she wrote? Could she live with that?
About the Author
Karen Tjebben lives in central North Carolina with her wonderful husband, twin daughters, and two hamsters. When her girls left for kindergarten, Karen discovered that she needed to fill her days with something, and that was the beginning of her writing career. She loves to create worlds filled with unique characters that she hopes will delight and raise goose bumps on her readers. In her free time, she enjoys traveling with her husband and seeing the world through her daughters’ eyes.