Showing results by narrator "Savannah Peachwood" in All Categories

I can’t date Dean Madden. He’s a bad boy and my older brother’s best friend. So what if I pretended he was my fake boyfriend in high school? That was a long time ago, and he never has to know. We’re both grown up now. It’s never going to happen. Until one hot weekend when everything happens. Now Dean has made a bet with me: Four weeks of dating, and whoever gets dumped first loses. In order to win, I just have to date him. And the more dates we go on, the more I see the things Dean hides from the rest of the world. This might be crazy.

Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours. A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land. An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny. We signed a contract on the back of a Boar’s Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together. Eight years and thousands of miles later, he’s here. In New York. And he’s America’s music obsession.

She wasn't supposed to be the princess I wasn't looking for. When my father "died" five years ago, I took over the "family business". But when I say business, I really mean secret society. Or cult. Or militia. Hell, let's keep it simple and call it the mob. It's just not that mob. It's much darker, much dirtier, and much more dangerous than any old everyday mob. And I was perfectly fine with my role in life for a long time. But now my brothers are involved, and I need to get them out. Enter Megan Machette.

I never should have gone commando in that dress. I'm almost positive the rest of it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been dangling off a hotel balcony. And of course the one person to witness my mortification had to be him. Camden Cox. Sure, today he's gorgeous and wealthy, and fine, I can admit he has a great sense of humor. But once upon a time, he was the boy who loved to make my life miserable. But I'm Sophie Abbott, and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's making a mess. Only this is a disaster. Because after a wild night in Vegas, I'm pretty sure we got married.

I won't fall for my ex, even if I move in with him…famous last words. Conned out of my business I have no other choice but to move back home to Chicago. I’m determined to rebuild everything, but I’m so broke that I can’t even afford to pay rent.

In Kristen Ashley’s first anthology, listeners will find three short stories and two novellas taking them back to characters and series in the Kristen Ashley universe. This anthology includes: "No Clue", The Stars Aligned, "The Favor", More Than Everything, and "Rock Chick Renewal".

He holds a power over me like no one else ever could. Maybe it’s because my heart begs to beat in time with his. Maybe it’s because my body bows to his and his alone. Maybe it’s because he thought he loved me before he even laid eyes on me. He thought wrong. It wasn’t me he thought he loved, and nothing has made me suffer like that little secret has. He thought I belonged to him, but he was wrong. It was never supposed to be me.

The one unbreakable rule in the Man Code is this: No matter how beautiful, smart, and clever she is, do not fall in love with your best friend’s woman. Yeah, so I screwed up big time when I fell for her. I might have let my sin of unrequited love slide, given everything that went down in the last few years, but Lulu just walked back into my life as vibrant as ever. And the cards are stacked against me once again. We’re working together, and the last thing I want to do is mess up her life with a forbidden office romance now that she’s finally got the fresh start she deserves.

Secrets always catch up with you. The world knows me as Tavi Lightly, sugar-free social media influencer. But my true purpose lies in secretly restoring a cacao farm in Costa Rica. Unfortunately, to save the farm, I need access to the trust fund that my grandmother has frozen. She’s requiring me to do charity work in Tickled Pink, Wisconsin, and until I meet her ultimatum—no trust fund. So to Tickled Pink I go.

Rhett Rauthruss is a complication I don’t want. The Valley U hockey star is newly single and has his sights set on me. He’s a walking, talking, charming distraction. His attention is the last thing I need right now. Not when I have so much to prove. I’m tired of the pity looks from teammates and coaches.

I’ve been through hell to get to this place. To wear the perfect white dress and stand beside Royce Hale, the liar I tried desperately not to fall in love with and failed. Or maybe I’m still trapped in hell because the devil is here, too. He lurks at my side, plotting terrible ways to make me his. It’s win at all costs in this family, and I know now just how far the Hales will go to get what they want. But you can’t survive in a house full of lies without learning the art of deception, and once I become a Hale, I’ll show them exactly what I’ve mastered.

Avery Nelson never imagined she’d find herself a hostage in Afghanistan. She isn’t the kind of woman to sit in a corner and cry, but she can’t deny it’s a welcome relief when the Navy SEAL she’s secretly been crushing on back in California suddenly appears to help her out. Cole “Rex” Kingston has saved his fair share of women over his time as a SEAL, but no mission has ever seemed as important as the one to find nurse Avery Nelson.

I never thought I would see him again. Especially while I was planning someone else’s wedding—yet there he was, holding hands with his girlfriend. Our one night was wild and passionate. I could never forget him because it changed my life. Now he’s here—and the result of our one night is twirling in a princess dress at our feet.

The last time I saw Nevada Kane, I was 17, and he was loading his things into the back of his truck, about to embark on a 14-hour drive to the only college that offered him a full ride to play basketball. I told him I'd wait for him. He promised to do the same. But life happened. I broke my promise long before he ever broke his - and not because I wanted to. We never saw each other again.... Until 10 years later, when Nevada unexpectedly returned to our hometown after an abrupt retirement from his professional basketball career. Suddenly, he was everywhere.

Together we were explosive. Apart we were miserable. I know he wants more, but he denies himself. His gaze burns with desire when he looks at me. But the wall he has built keeps me out. I sense he’s hiding something. But, then, so am I. To guard our hearts, we’ve kept our secrets locked away. But secrets are like love - one way or another, they find a way.

Daniella Belle wants nothing more to do with members of the opposite sex; instead, she'll focus on what matters most - becoming a lingerie designer. That's until she's offered an opportunity of a lifetime by an annoyingly arrogant man who believes he can charm the panties off of every woman he meets. Antonio Michaels has never had to work hard at anything. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he's been served up a hefty life of entitlement. He's handsome, charmingly arrogant, and dates a different model every month.

Just an innocent bet. Okay, well, maybe a bet to rob the three most virtuous girls in town of their purity isn't exactly innocent, but there's no way we could have known how it would all turn out. How much trouble it would bring. But what the hell were an Amish girl and her sisters doing in the middle of Bright Falls, anyway? I mean, it seemed almost too easy. She was a sheep and I was the wolf, and it was time for me to feast.

Heidi and I have been trading hungry looks all year, and everything she does makes me smile. But I don't do girlfriends, and I certainly can't get involved with the league commissioner's daughter. I need shots on goal, not a hookup and a widely misunderstood paparazzi photo. Can I resist her, though? The way she teases me should be a game penalty for interference with my libido.

I’m a full-time single dad to three daughters and CFO at Cloverleigh Farms. I don’t have time to fall in love - I’m too busy trying to run a business, keep the red socks out of the white laundry, and get the damn pillowcases on without owing a dollar to the swear jar. Sure, Frannie Sawyer is beautiful and sweet, but she’s 27, the boss’ daughter, and my new part-time nanny - which means she’s completely off-limits. It’s bad enough I can’t stop fantasizing about her. What kind of jerk would I be if I acted on the impulse to kiss her?

There’s only one thing worse than your fiancé dying…. Having to look into his face every damn day. Or should I say the face of his twin. So I left.