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Tyler Logan reluctantly agrees to pose as the girlfriend of her in-the-closet gay BFF at his company's annual retreat. Stupid idea, but simple. She'd done it a dozen times before. Kristin Walker, doesn't want to go on this trip, be the perfect hostess, or be the boss's wife anymore, but finds herself trapped in all three. When an unexpected turn of events transforms their three days in paradise into a fight for survival, both women struggle against the odds and their own fears.

This was it. Just a few more minutes and she would be home. At the moment though, the idea of coming home seemed more daunting than comforting. The oversized, glass-walled monstrosity her family had moved to in California had never felt much like home. Hell, she’d needed to use the intercom to call to the opposite side of the house. No, the quaint, ranch-style house she’d grown up in...that was home. Of course, home was situated in a place where everyone knew absolutely everything there is to know about...well...everyone.

The Guilty, the fourth book in the Will Robie series, brings Will Robie's troubling past into focus as a murder mystery unfolds. Taking a look at the book, it is evident that there are thoughts and emotions that the seemingly cold main character of the series carries with him. In this book summary and analysis, we will be looking at how a glimpse into Will Robie's sordid past shows a completely different picture of a man who was thought to be more of a machine than a man.

This collection presents seven must-listen military romance stories!

Veteran emergency dispatcher Hillary O'Neal can handle any crisis, until she gets the call that destroys her confidence. Now she spends every shift dreading what could happen and doubting whether she'll be able to handle another tragedy. Olivia Dennis joined the sheriff's department for the action and to fulfill the family legacy. But she could lose both when she's caught up in an internal investigation and assigned to a security desk at the communications center.

She is hot for her daddy's business partner! This is a HEA ending with suspense and steamy love scenes. It is recommended for listeners over the age of 18. Enjoy your bonus books!

Marigold Eleanor Fields is the fourth of the five Fields sisters, and has always felt like she didn't quite fit in. She is tall and thin where they are petite and pretty, and though she would like to marry she has had little attention from the men - even from the many soldiers at nearby Fort Huachuca in the Arizona Territory. Things seem to be looking up when Marigold finds herself being courted by handsome young Sgt. Kevin Shepherd. But though he seems to like her, she begins to suspect that he may only be using a friendship with her to get to her beautiful sister.

“Don, I got tickets for the concert in the park for next month. I hope the weather will be nice for it,” I said to my husband as he stuffed papers into his briefcase. “I do love concerts in the park. Don’t you?” “Hmm,” was all he said “Where is my agenda?” I tried not to feel hurt by him brushing me off. It was nothing new these days. He’d been so busy with work lately that he didn’t seem to have time for me or anything else. I sighed and handed him the leather bound book. He took it without a word and zipped up his messenger bag. 

I sat in the hard leather loveseat in the lobby of the office. There were two other people there also waiting. Like me, they were dressed professionally, and I wondered if they were also here for an interview. There was no way that they’d choose me over this guy in the room. He would be the perfect asset to this firm.

"They're baaaaccck," Tracy sing-songed as she passed by where I was trying to study. I didn't look up. "Who?" "Them." She gestured with her chin. I finally looked up to see the small group of Marines coming into the restaurant where I worked part-time. I snorted and looked back down at my book. "I guess they can come in if they want to," I said, turning a page. "This is a restaurant and they have to eat." I grabbed the menus and headed over to the table where the men sat, talking...

Dr. Natalie Jenner's life is going exactly according to plan. She has the house, the family, and the perfect job. On paper, she has it all. But when she meets Charlie Thompson, the charming young paramedic, that perfect life is shaken inside out. Natalie quickly realizes what she's feeling for Charlie can't be explained by anything other than love. Natalie wages a war not only with death in the emergency room, but also with herself, as she navigates the consequences of a life with Charlie.

Mia loved her job. Writing an advice column for sexually troubled people was a task she was perfectly suited for. She had a therapy degree and an uncanny ability to place herself in other’s people’s shoes. Every day, her inbox greeted her with a new challenge. Monday morning was no exception. Mia read the email seconds after dragging herself out of bed. She hadn’t had her coffee yet, but the email’s explosive content jolted her wide awake.

"I don't f--k bikers" were Kylie's parting words to the sexy biker who happened to be the Guardian's MC President. She just moved back to the town she grew up and her first confrontation with Razor, a biker. He was hot and had the potential of completely invading her life. She attempts to pump the brakes on his roller coaster, but after her stalker scares some sense into her, she runs to the arms of the Legion of Guardians motorcycle club. Razor tries to steer clear of the young vixen, but he can't help his pull towards her.

"Oh my God!" she squealed. "You’ll never guess what Brie just told me." With a sigh, I turned off my iPod and lowered the headphones around my neck. I wasn’t going to get any more studying done until she told me whatever it was she had to tell me. There was no point in trying. I knew from past experience. "What is it?" I said, knowing she wanted me to ask her. She grinned and leapt onto my bed.

A cryptic letter from her husband Michael's grandmother fills his wife Ashley with a foreboding that proves disastrously accurate. Now her friends are dead, her husband missing and she's hunted by an evil from Michael's past. In another part of the country, Ian Hunter confronts a family secret over a century old. He must find a way to stop a terrible creature from destroying everyone and everything he cares about.

“Ease up on the make-up, Brenda,” I said, turning my face away. “That’s way too much mascara.” Brenda gently turned my face back to hers. “Will you be still before you make me mess up?” “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked. She put the finishing touches on the mascara and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Damn I’m good," she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "You look hot, mama." Brenda turned the chair so that I was facing the mirror. I barely recognized myself. Wow. I was...hot!

"There's that guy again, Regan. Look." I looked up to see the guy Shaquanna was referring to. He was the same guy who'd been coming into the coffee shop where I worked as a waitress every day. I didn't think anything of it. He was probably new in town or just passing through. He shuffled in and sat down in a booth near the window. He carried a green duffel bag that he dropped on the booth seat next to him. I figured he must be military because his green looked Army issue. I took a moment to study him.

Whenever I would tell people I was a scientist who specialized in conducting sexual experiments, their eyes would perk up and they’d want to hear all the details. I didn’t blame them. The details could get pretty juicy. All those sexy, sweaty bodies clashing together really turned me on. I’d stand there, taking notes on my clipboard, pretending I didn’t care about anything except the research, but deep down I’d be melting. But after a while, all those bodies engaged in all kinds of sexual activity got a little boring. Sex research was just another job.

I’ve always had a thing for cops. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s the uniform or the cocky way they swagger around, ready to snap into action at a moment’s notice. Whatever the reason, I would feel my temperature soar when a cop would appear. That’s the way I always felt at the diner when Brad would walk in. 

The whir of the helicopter drowned out every other noise around Caleb, even his own thoughts. It was a welcome respite. An intricate web of tactical planning had filled the recesses of his mind for the past 24 hours, but it was time. No more planning. It was another routine operation; go in, grab the bad guys and get out. He knew each move he was about to make, and every single step the seven men sitting next to him would take. He was sure of it; it was his job.