Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. It’s a fluke. Too much whiskey. Believe me when I say, it will NEVER happen again.

I’m trying not to take it personally. S**t happens. It was a blind date. She drank too much whiskey. I hope it wasn’t a reflection on me.

Okay, so the first date didn’t work out. But what happens when the second one doesn’t either?

Fate’s a funny thing. She likes him. He likes her.

They say the third time’s a charm….

How did I meet William? He walked into my bakery, bought a cherry pie, stole a vase of flowers—I still have no idea what he wanted with them—and left his business card.

Before I say what I did with the business card, I should clarify something: William couldn’t have walked into my life at a worse time. My bakery was failing. My creepy ex refused to leave me alone. Oh, and I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, a fact my friends refused to stop hassling me about.

Fixing my little virginity problem with William would be like swatting a fly with a hammer. Overkill, but the best kind.

William was stupid hot, the kind of hot that makes women do stupid things. The kind of hot that made me think crazy things. Like thinking the fly wouldn’t even mind getting hammered by William and his washboard abs. That makes two of us.

So I called him.

Maybe it was against my better judgment. Maybe I was stepping into a disaster waiting to happen.

I knew I was in trouble when he chuckled in that deep, sexy voice of his over the phone and said, “I’m still craving your cherry. Do you deliver?”

All Jolene Carter has ever wanted is a bakery of her own. There’s only one problem. Her father, Robert Carter, is a world-renowned art thief and she’s, well, sort of his protégé. But he’s promised her this next job in New York will be their last, and she won’t let anyone get in the way of her dreams…especially not the distractingly delicious FBI agent hot on her tail.

Agent Nate Parker has been on the Robert Carter case for years, and if rumors of the aging criminal’s retirement are true, this might be his last chance to nail him. With the legacy of his late father in the back of his mind, the stakes are more personal than anyone realizes. He won’t let anything stand in the way of justice…especially not the red-headed vixen who keeps giving him the slip.

He’s a cop who’d never bend. She’s a con who’ll never break. But all’s fair in love and larceny…

Note: This is a standalone story.

Not gonna lie to you.

When he walked into my restaurant, I thought he was the hottest man I’d ever seen in person.

And then he spoke.

And I realized who he was.

The world now knows him as John Brandt—ridiculously wealthy handsome genius workaholic startup founder and tech entrepreneur. I will always think of him as the annoying geek who’s my older brother’s best friend. He yanked my pigtails and called me Tiny Dancer. I put rubber snakes in his sleeping bag and called him Johnny B. Nerdballs.

Market research has told him that he needs a girlfriend for an important business trip and gala event. He says he doesn’t want to bring someone that he has to impress or make an effort with, so he thought of me and figures I could use a nice vacation from my life right about now.

He is one cocky nerd. Even if he’s right.

I need the money and he can actually help me with my career, but I think he needs to be schooled in the art of treating a lady right. Lucky for him, I am just the woman to finally teach him…Turns out his total lack of social skills does not correspond to a lack of skills in the bedroom. At all. He even teaches me a few new tricks.

Every time he opens his obnoxious mouth I can’t believe this guy’s for real. Every time he touches me, every time he reminds me of who I was before I started to lose myself in the big city, I can’t believe that what we have right now is fake.

I’m afraid that by the end of the month either I will have punched him in the face, or the last man on earth I ever thought I’d fall in love with will have broken my heart. Or both.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. It’s a fluke. Too much whiskey. Believe me when I say, it will NEVER happen again.

I’m trying not to take it personally. Sh*t happens. It’s not a reflection on me. He claims it was too much whiskey. A onetime occurrence. And I believe him.

But then why the hell does it happen a second time?

Fate’s a funny thing. He likes her. She likes him.

They say the third time’s a charm….

Shatter the slipper. Spit out the apple. Fall for The Beast.

All-star linebacker Cole Hawthorne is a beast on the field, destroying offenses one broken quarterback at a time. Though he’s a gifted athlete, his violent reputation makes him a liability to his team and a villain in the league.

As Cole’s agent, it’s my responsibility to convince the brooding loner that being traded is better than getting banished from the game. If he loses his contract, this single mom is out of a job.

So, it’s up to me to tame the beast.

But the closer I get to the ferocious monster, the harder I fall for the passionate man underneath. He’s crude and charming. Tough and sweet. Dangerous…but even he can’t resist my baby’s giggle.

Denying my feelings might protect my heart, but the trading deadline is closing in. When Cole reveals the dirty truth about the trade, I can’t let the league rip us apart.

Do I save my career…or do I protect a man who deserves a happily ever after?

Maybe no one can love a beast…But they haven’t met Cole Hawthorne.

Note: This is a standalone story.

What’s a girl to do when her heart won’t follow the script?

Still reeling from the death of her husband three years ago, journalist and single mother Geni Costa is less than thrilled when, through a stroke of strange luck, she scores a spot on the reality dating TV show The Spice of Love. She accepts the opportunity anyway, hoping a big scoop on this season’s rich, mysterious bachelor will earn her a desperately-needed promotion and raise so she can afford a better life for her daughter. Besides, finding true love on a reality TV show is impossible…

Blaise Moreau has had it with his job as head producer of The Spice of Love. Embroiled in a messy divorce and unable to see his beloved son, he can barely muster enough energy to promote the “true love” and “soul mate” baloney he used to believe were real. Blaise is desperate for an easy, boring season…

Too bad he let Geni Costa on the show.

The feisty single mother blows up one date after another. As Blaise scrambles to pick up the pieces and salvage the show, he feels himself irrationally drawn to her…but she’s supposed to fall in love with the bachelor, not him. And for Geni, what began as a financial opportunity turns into something more when against all reason she finds herself falling in love—but with the bachelor, or the head producer?

She’s the jilted bridezilla. He’s the commitment-phobe best man. Can they work together for the sake of their businesses? Or should they avoid each other for the sake of their sanity?

 

Chloe Cassidy has fallen out of love with love. Which, for a wedding planner, is a highly inconvenient turn of events. When her longtime sweetheart jilts her at the altar for a honeymoon with her best friend Chloe’s belief in happy-ever-after disappears along with her groom. But this attitude has her business suffering as much as she is. In a final attempt to save ‘Something Borrowed’, Chloe is forced to swallow her pride and work with the enemy–infuriatingly hot, best man, award-winning chef Vaughn.

 

Vaughn’s own attitude–he calls it spontaneous, his staff call him temperamental–has him in a spot of trouble. Chloe’s soothing touch is just what his restaurant needs.

 

But as they spend time together, they soon find the flames that ignite between them have nothing to do with their past, and everything to do with something new… romance.

 

Note: This is a standalone story.