Betting the Billionaire is a good novella which I did enjoy but didn’t fall in love with. Like so many other novellas there was just something missing for me. The author did well with the space she had and the story was decently built but I wanted a little more. The romance and characters suffere...
Great start to the series!! When Sylvie aka the High Heeled Wonder starts getting threatening emails on her blog, Tony Falcon is hired to find out who's behind them. Sylvie doesn't want or need anyone protecting her, even if he smoking hot. After she is almost run down, she agrees to let Tony be ...
She’d left at first light with Luciana. Not that he was keeping track of her movements, it just made sense for him to stay in the know—not because of what that jackass Hawson, but because it made it easier to keep himself on guard. Now he finally had all the silence he could want, but not for muc...
While his converted firehouse home was drafty enough that a continuous breeze swept across the exposed brick walls and over the hardwood floors, it was no match for the stench. “Great,” he muttered to himself as he threw open the window over the sink. The night’s chill rushed in, freezing the hai...
It was a delicate procedure. Waking him up wasn't a good idea. There were things in the duffle that needed her—and only her—attention. The B-Squad was plan A, but if that fell through she needed to make sure plans B and C were already in motion, and that meant solo access to what was in the duffl...
Veronica stomped out of her tent, not giving a damn about the thick gray clouds that blocked out any hint of sunshine. All she wanted was to get this last day over with. She tossed the duffel bag with Hermes’ shoes in front of Jax’s tent. She’d rather fall than accept any gifts from him. One of h...
Sawyer rolled his Victory motorcycle to a stop in front of the studio and scoped the place out. One story with a black awning over the door and Daring Ink written in red on the front door, he would have known Penny had a hand in the decorating even if she hadn’t been the owner. The woman found wh...
“She’s not here,” Sergeant Christiansen said, the words garbled but the message clear. The vise on his chest loosened a few turns. “How can you be sure?” “Thermal scan was negative,” Christiansen said. “It confirms the report from Bravo Company, whi...
A middle-aged cowboy who hadn't seen his belt buckle in at least a decade thumped his boot on the stage as he sang an upbeat ditty about his ex-wife who had done him wrong. Couples two-stepped in a circle in front of the stage, their boots shuffling against the wooden dance floor, moving in t...
God, he fucking hated boats—especially when he was being forced to cool his heels on the Sutherland family yacht, waiting for the DEA agents to arrive while Bianca was still out there. “Fucking DEA,” he mumbled. Blackfish promised he’d be on the bea...
From the doorway, he watched the Jeep burn like a bonfire in the parking lot. Claire gasped, then squeezed around him. They ran out the door, her brothers right behind them, and only made it a few steps before the crackling blaze’s heat forced them to stop. Orange flames s...
She wanted Taz too much. His lips were like fire, searing her and demanding she take it, take all of him despite the heat—maybe because of it. She couldn't get enough. She needed more of what only he could give her.His hand cupped the back of her head and he twisted his fingers in her hair, holdi...
—Bruce Friedrich Saturday arrived warm and blustery. The wind made the canvas walls of Mika’s tent in Central Square Park billow and wave. Danger waited outside, but she was ready for it. She slipped on the above-the-knee-length cotton underdress, soft and snowy white with...
No matter their disagreements, Logan and his dad always met up for bacon, eggs, and home fries served up sizzling on a cast-iron plate, washed down with a giant glass of orange juice on the side. The food made up for whatever the conversation lacked. “Look what the cat dra...
It is a part of being alive today.” — Mary Quant Ryder looked longingly at the puddle of black clothes in the bathroom’s corner as she fingered the soft pink sarong similar to the one she’d worn for the blessing ceremony. Her gold rope bracelet slid down her forearm as she...
The mile-high stacks of cowboy diaries were gone from her desk and stored once again on the custom-built shelves lining the private library on The Retreat’s top floor. Her evaluations were complete, and dollar values had been assigned to each diary in May Loving’s unique collection. The only thin...
That was exactly what Sarah Jane had in mind. Phil couldn’t stop blubbering on as they rode the elevator to her room. She patted his hand absentmindedly while her mind whirled into action. Plan. She needed a plan. That bitch had convinced Phil to talk. He hadn’t spilled everything, bu...
There was only one in there. Those retired assholes were fucking with him as if it were training camp all over again. If he walked in and found all his shit covered in Silly String, he was going to kick their hairy asses.He unlocked his door, held it open with one hand in case he needed to make a...