Star professional quarterback Jack Carson has the worst reputation in the league. He’s arrogant and gorgeous, and if he’s not in bed with a new woman, he’s sleeping off the party in a jail cell.
But now he’s gotten in trouble too many times and needs my help to protect his career. As his publicist, I’ve hidden his dirty exploits and silenced the sexy rumors…but I missed the hottest scandal of the year.
Apparently, Jack and I are dating.
When the manwhore lies to the league and claims we’re in a committed relationship, he jeopardizes both our jobs. I can’t trust the tattooed bad boy, but now I’m stuck defending him. I have to make him seem respectable—no matter what.
But his shameful reputation isn’t fixed with a few photos of us on a date. With the league determined to expel him for bad-behavior, Jack has only one option to convince them he’s wholesome, dependable, and responsible.
Jack Carson wants to start a family.
And he’s chosen me to give him the baby.
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Jack is a hot, cocky, amazing football player that ends up in hot water at every turn. When he digs himself a hole he might not get out of he decides to drag Leah in with him in hopes she can drag him back out. Jack has always thought Leah was beautiful but now that he is getting up close and personal with her he is stunned by her beauty and he isn't about to let her go. Leah however has always had a plan for her future but Jack isn't the type of man that fits into her plans but she can't resist him charm or what he has to offer her. It's a bumpy ride for these two to figure out how make it work and to really know where each other's heart is when it comes to a relationship. The sex throughout is hot, steamy & juicy. Fantastic ending.
Behind every
simple man is an unsung hero waiting for love...
Months after Shane Martin’s sister vanishes, life
crashes down and he finds himself the guardian of a nephew he never knew
existed. Blissfully ignorant, Shane trades in his musician status, full of late
nights and fast women, for midnight feedings and lullabies. But when Kate
McAlister, his prissy, stuck up caseworker, arrives unexpectedly, he realizes
he could lose everything.
Kate isn’t impressed by Shane’s messy bachelor pad,
rocker image, or sexy tattoos. As a matter of fact she finds it all very sophomoric.
The sooner she’s off the case the better. Everything from his long hair to his
sarcastic attitude threatens her professionalism. But when he lowers his guard
and asks for help, she discovers a side to this tattooed musician she can’t
resist.
When
Duce left, Shane sifted through the bag. There were tiny diapers, wipes, some
sort of yoga mat thing, a bunch of creams. He laughed when he saw something
called Butt Paste. That was self-explanatory.
There
was something resembling a miniature turkey baster. He found clothes,
itty-bitty socks, a knit cap, a few rattles, two containers of formula, some
bottles, and a small booklet with doctor’s visits listed in it. He recognized
the writing as his sister’s and a strange, sad nostalgia settled over him.
Was
she here watching him now? “He’s beautiful, Noel,” he whispered. “I’m gonna do
this. Don’t worry. I’ll figure it out and I’ll take good care of him for you.
You’ll see.”
By
the time Duce returned Shane was reading the bottle of formula. “What’s that?”
his friend asked as he plopped down the paper takeout bag of food.
“Formula.
I didn’t find any food. Do you think I should wake him to eat?”
“Uh,
isn’t there some rule about never waking a sleeping baby?”
Shane
shrugged. “Maybe I should make up a bottle so it’s ready when he does wake.
He’s been sleeping for two hours. He’s gotta be hungry.”
Shane
wished he had Internet. He wasn’t really computer savvy, but people were always
talking about finding shit online. Duce was staring at him with a peculiar
look. “What?”
“I
think you should give him back.”
“Give
him back? There is no back. I’m it.”
“He’s
just all perfect and small. What if you fuck him up?”
“Hey,
don’t curse in front of him. And I’m not going to mess him up. I just need some
practice. I’ll figure it out.”
“Maybe
you should ask someone who has kids what to do.”
Shane
reached for an egg roll. “I don’t know anyone with kids. I have to take a class
and I have a crap load of reading material.”
“When
do you take the class? Maybe that was something you should have done
beforehand.”
“It
starts tomorrow night. I’ll be fine.”
They
ate and zoned out to some reality TV. Baby Shane was so quiet they’d almost
forgotten about him. Then Duce’s face began to twitch. “Dude, what’s that
smell?”
Shane
sniffed and choked. Whatever it was, it was powerful enough to make his eyes
water. “Aw man, did you fart?”
“Wasn’t
me.”
In
unison, they slowly turned to the baby who still slept soundly. He leaned over
and sniffed, almost gagging as he jerked back. “Holy crap! How could something
so pintsize smell that bad?”
Duce
covered his mouth and went to the window, quickly opening it to let some air
in. The little guy made a tiny nook-nook sound and his miniature fist curled up
by his chin in a dainty stretch. He looked like the fighting Irish.
“It’s
moving,” Duce whispered as though the baby were a bomb about to detonate. And
suddenly an explosion happened.
Baby
Shane’s face screwed up tight, turning an unnatural shade of red. His mouth
opened wide, showing nothing but pink gums, and an unholy squawk roared out of
him.
They
jumped and stared as the baby screamed, his little chest working in quick
breaths as he drew in only enough air to force out another shrill, squawking
cry.
“Do
something!” Duce demanded.
Shane
panicked. He reached for the book and began to thumb through, not sure what he
was looking for.
“Don’t
fucking read! Pick it up!” Duce snapped.
Shane
tossed the book on the couch and quickly kneeled in front of the angry baby. He
wailed and Shane began to freak. Was he in pain? Ugh, the smell coming off of
him was burning the back of his throat. “Sweet Jesus, he stinks!”
He
quickly removed the soft blanket. Shane was strapped down with some sort of
five-point harness a person needed a degree in engineering to figure out. He
pressed buttons and undid latches, shaking with the urgent need to make him
stop screaming.
Sweat
seeped through the baby’s tiny cotton jumper. The closer he got the worse the
stench became.
“I
thought babies were supposed to smell good?” Duce said, fanning the front door
to let some air in.
“So
did I. I can’t figure out how to unbuckle him!”
“Hit
the red buttons on the side. You gotta get the handle out of the way.”
Sweat
trickled into his eyes as he tried to dismantle the carrier. Finally he had the
harness undone. “Now what?”
“Pick
it up!”
“He
stinks!”
Duce
scowled. “So, my ear drums are about to burst. You gotta get in there. Tough it
out. Take one for the team!”
Shane
carefully picked up the screaming baby. He held him in front of his chest like
a potted plant. He was so incredibly light. “What now?”
“I
don’t know. You’re the one who’s supposed to be Mr. Mom. Comfort it. Pat its
back. Sing or something!”
Shane
stood and awkwardly turned, swaying slightly. He didn’t want to shake him and
break him. He sang the first song that came to his mind, wincing at the lyrics
about loaded guns.
Duce’s
mouth fell open. “Teen Spirit?
Really? How about Rock-a-bye Baby?”
“I
don’t know Rock-a-bye Baby. Nirvana’s
the first thing that popped into my head.”
“It’s
not really appropriate, Shane,” Duce said coolly as if he were suddenly more
qualified than him with babies.
“You
wanna try?”
“No,
I’m set.”
He
continued to sing Teen Spirit and
eventually Baby Shane quieted. Blue eyes stared back at him and slowly the
world began to settle.
Shane
was sweating and Duce looked petrified.
“Hi,”
Shane said. The baby blinked. “I’m your Uncle Shane.”
“I
don’t think he can talk.”
“No
shit, Sherlock.”
Author Bio:
Award winning and bestselling author, Lydia Michaels,
writes all forms of hot romance. She presses the bounds of love and surprises
readers just when they assume they have her stories figured out. From Amish
vampyres, to wild Irishmen, to broken heroes, and heroines no man can match,
Lydia takes readers on an emotional journey of the heart, mind, and soul with
every story she pens. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always
centered on love.
I've got a big dick and an even bigger bank account. That's pretty much where my bio ends. Honestly, I don't need to say anything else. I've just sold 99% of women on going home with me.
Do I sound like an asshole to you?
That's because I am.
And guess what? It works for me just fine.
Or at least it did.
Until I met her.
Books talk about sparks flying. Fuck that shit. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm.
Only one problem.
She didn't leave her name or number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest fucking night of my life. Now I've had a taste of unicorn pussy—the sweetest, rarest of all pussy—and I need it again.
So what's an asshole to do?
I took this problem to the street. A missed connection gone viral.
And when I find her? I'm keeping her.
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Holly is determined to make her dreams come true on matter what but lately she is wondering if it worth the price she has to pay. When she decides to let loose and have a one night stand she never could have imagined it would be with the insanely hot billionaire on the cover of forbes. She knows they are from different worlds so she sneaks out the next morning. When Creighton makes a very public plead for Holly to meet him she decides to pick the lesser of two evils and meet him. Things are a whirlwind from here on out and they both are adjusting to each others lifestyles however is seems that Holly is the one doing most of the adjusting. When it comes down to the wire Holly won't let anything derail her career even Creighton. A lot of oh so hot & juicy sex scenes. The end leaves you wanting more- part 2 "Dirty Pleasures" comes out 12/29
That's what I told Gracie when she informed me of her plan to pick some random guy she met online to get rid of her pesky virginity.
If anyone is touching her, it's going to be me.
I shouldn't even be considering it, but I can't get it out of my head: her, under me, begging me.
*** Arrogant. Cocky. Prick.
Those are the words I’d use to describe my older brother’s dangerously handsome best friend.
When he learned of my plan to kick off my white cotton briefs, ditching my good girl persona once and for all by losing my virginity to the first eligible bachelor I could find, he flipped out. Said over his dead body.
He says if anyone’s going to do it, it’s going to be him.
I hate that I’m even considering his offer.
But I am … I sooo am.
Ever since he suggested it, all I can think about is his cocky smile on those full lips as he’s driving in to me.
But if we cross that line … will I ever be able to go back?
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Gracie has loved Hudson for as long as she could remember. He is the only that truly saw her and made her feel special. He was also her brothers best friend and man whore. When she storms out of the bar Hudson follows her not sure what why he is determined to stop her from hooking up with some creep online- She is off limits. Hudson has always had a thing for Gracie but she was a no go so he had to keep it in check. However it all changes when he pictures her with another man. Things are explosive as you could imagine but when their time is up are they both will to fight for each other?
Amazingly hot, steamy sex scenes. Fantastic ending.
People float in and out of our lives and sometimes, when you least expect it one person changes everything.
Tessa Ashby was abandoned in an East Coast boarding school, merely existing, never truly feeling loved. Before fulfilling obligations her father has sentenced her to, she escapes and breathes eight weeks of freedom in southern California.
Bodhi loves: his music, his body and his buddies...the order is debatable depending on the day. His past taught him to be selective with the people he trusts. Bodhi doesn’t date, and he was lucky if he remembered a woman's name. He was alone in a world of people. All that changed when an innocent, brown-eyed, smart mouthed beauty showed up on his doorstep.
Are they the answer to each other’s prayers or will manipulation and deception destroy them?
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Tessa is naive to say the least and Bodhi is a lot to take in. She just wants a summer to have fun and be free but turns out it's a summer of love and lose. Bodhi doesn't do relationships but when he meets Teesa he knows he has to have her. Its one mistake after another but once Bodhi explains things Tessa is quick to understand. Just when things are going good between them it all blows up in an epic way. They are manipulated to keep them apart and it works for 4 long years but when they finally find their way back it's still a struggle. Bodhi is no fool and he finds a way to keep them together. In the end not only will they get their HEA but another couple that is long over due for theirs finally get what they deserve. Some hot, juicy, steamy sex scenes. Fantastic ending.
“Stay away from him,” people said. “He’s cruel.” “He’s cold.” “He’s damaged.”
It’s easy to judge a man because of his past. To look at Tristan and see a monster.
But I couldn’t do that. I had to accept the wreckage that lived inside of him because it also lived inside of me.
We were both empty. We were both looking for something else. Something more. We both wanted to put together the shattered pieces of our yesterdays.
Then perhaps we could finally remember how to breathe.
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Tristan is quite the jerk but for some reason Hailey see's past all that roughness. She see's a kinder spirit and for awhile they use each to forget the hurt. It's going to blow up in their faces because really how could it not. Things become a push and pull with these two and finally they sort through all the baggage to find their new normal however not everyone is happy to see them move forward. Things get ugly and dangerous when someone tries to tear them apart. It takes awhile for things to sort themselves out but when all is revealed it's even more amazing how these two have been tangled together from the beginning. Some hot sex scenes. Amazing ending.
When Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it. And I WANT her. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine. Her resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through. And I ALWAYS win. Nothing, not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep me from my end game. And my end game is Gretchen Cole. But I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED. **************
Sawyer Reed was a football god in high school but now that he's in college things or should I say pussy isn't coming to him as easily. It will though when they find out he is a star on the field. Gretchen goes into getting to know Sawyer with a plan - just friends. She is so hot & cold with him it will frustrate you. Sawyer is a prideful man & even when she is saying crappy things to her we know deep down he is just struggling with his feelings. Finally Gretchen abandons her plan & gives in to her feelings for Sawyer. Things are blissful but it all comes crashing down. Sawyer goes through a lot at the end of the book and it's a beautiful thing to see him change into the man that was always just below the surface . Some amazingly hot sex scenes. Fantastic ending.
The sizzling-hot Caldwell Brothers series—perfect for readers of J. S. Scott and Emma Chase—hits the Vegas strip as a bad-boy gambler from Detroit Rock City shows a single mom what it means to play for keeps.
For Morrison Caldwell, life is a game of chance. A high roller with a legendary poker face, he’s the wild card of the family, always chasing the next thrill and never staying put for long. The one place that always lures him back is Las Vegas, with its hot tables and even hotter women. He’s perfectly content to live his life as a series of one-night stands. But when a parking lot confrontation with a cocktail waitress takes a naughty turn, she leaves Morrison aching for another round.
After a long losing streak in Sin City, Hailey Poe is ready to get lucky. A steamy tryst with a cocky, mysterious stranger is the kind of no-strings encounter she’s been craving . . . until Morrison Caldwell asks for more than she’s willing to offer. But when Hailey’s controlling, soon-to-be ex-husband tries to take her daughter away, she can’t afford to turn down a helping hand. In this winner-takes-all game, Morrison is gambling with Hailey’s life—and her heart.
Morrison is one of the hot Caldwell brothers who is a gambling wiz. He is living a carefree life. When he meets Hailey his whole world gets turned on it's side. Hailey is just trying to survive and keep her daughter safe. When things go from bad to worse Morrison is there to help her along the way. Things between them are sticky because for all of Hailey's life she has been indebted to one man or another. She vows never to be in that position again but she has a hard time seeing the difference between help and debit. Some hot juicy sex scenes. A fabulous road to happy ever after.
USA Today bestselling author Chelsea Camaron grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, which just so happened to inspire her Love and Repair and The Hellions Ride series. When she’s not writing, you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book, or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She lives in Louisiana with her husband and two children.
MJ Fields is the USA Today bestselling author of the Love series, the Wrapped series, the Burning Souls series, the Men of Steel series, and the Norfolk series. A former small-business owner who recently became a full-time writer, Fields lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
