Showing results by narrator "Wen Ross"

I found a new apartment near my new school. Yay me. I also found myself unexpectedly naked with Dare, the smoking-hot single-dad mechanic who works next door. Dare did more than clean my spark plugs that night, let me tell you. Then my worlds collide when Dare shows up at his son’s parent-teacher conference. Next thing I know, surprise! Pregnant. Dare knows I’m worried about my job at the Catholic school and about how I’m going to handle the baby that might be his. Please, God, let it be his. I just never expected Dare to propose marriage.

After my brother’s death, I was drowning. Delilah was my life raft. We were opposites, the outspoken art student and the brooding athlete. She was passionate where I was apathetic, bright where I was dark, soft where I was hard. For two years, we had everything. The kind of love that only exists in fairy tales. Then she left and took my heart with her. I tried to heal. To throw myself into medical school. To forget her. I thought I did. Until today. Those blue eyes, that sweet smile, the soft curves--that's my Delilah. As soon as I hear her laugh, I know. She's what’s missing from my life. I have three days to get her back. God, I hope I'm as charming as I used to be. 

Have my baby. That was what my single-dad best friend, Seth, said to me while I was waitressing at the diner. His little girl wants a sibling. But Seth is a workaholic millionaire and doesn't have time to meet someone. Someone who won't screw him over, like his kid's mother. Only problem is this someone has secretly been in love with him since high school. I've been hiding it forever, not wanting to risk our friendship.

Dean Maddox spent high school pushing all my buttons. Seven years later, we're working together. So much has changed, but he's the same arrogant jerk with the same penchant for teasing me senselessly. I still want to slap the cocky smirk from his face. And tear off his clothes. And kiss him like the ship is going down. I hate him. I want him. I can't...no, I will stop thinking about him. 

Claire Daniels is good at a lot of things, but dating isn't one of them. The men she dates must have a job on her approved-occupation list. It has to be safe, which means no cops, pilots, doctors, ranchers, and absolutely no firefighters. She's kept to her rules thus far - as long as you ignore the tiny crush she has on Trevor Allen, a crush that cannot move toward anything physical because Trevor is a firefighter and a rancher. Not to mention he's four years younger than she is and the brother of her two best friends. Still, it sure would be nice to have him put out her fire.  

He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting. I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him. His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page - that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me. Naked. Ready. Waiting in his bed.

He’s the wildest guy in his band, but falling for a virgin groupie-in-disguise might be his craziest move yet. Keyboardist West Reynolds’s idea of commitment? Going out for breakfast with a woman after a night of bed-breaking action. The only thing he gets serious about is Warning Sign, the band he formed with his two best friends. Then he meets a woman being hauled off by security, and she’s fascinated by him. To her, he’s a subject to study. Like a bug under a microscope with a big…head. Lauren Bryant is a student of psychology, and now she’s going in depth on rockstars.

Leighton is my best friend. My subordinate. My girlfriend. That's the story we're selling. To our co-workers. To our friends. To everyone who's anticipating the breakdown of the year at my ex's wedding. It's a terrible idea. Then Leighton slides her hands into my hair and presses her berry lips to mine. And all that wrong fades to right. I stop pretending. I forget the woman who broke my heart. I forget our rules. I forget I'll be lost without her. I kiss her back like I'll never get enough. I won't. But I can't risk losing my best friend. Even if she's the woman who might finally unlock my heart.

You’re going to be a daddy. Those were the last words I ever expected to hear. As one of the fabled Hamilton twins, I enjoy my life just as it is. Why wouldn’t I? Check out my stats. Co-owner of Hamilton Realty, a multi-million dollar business. Doting uncle to my niece, Laurie, and my soon-to-be nephew. All-around sexy, single guy who doesn’t do strings - ever. Then, I went to Vegas with my sister-in-law’s best friend, Sage. Choices were made. Alcoholic beverages were consumed. Virginities were taken. Hers, not mine. Then Sage announced I’d knocked her up.

Rock star Ryan Waters has always been the responsible one in his band, Warning Sign. The guy who kept an eye on business while chasing his musical dreams with his best friends. And his closest friend lately just happens to be their tour bus driver, Denver Casey. Denver Casey is on the run from her past, and she’s careful to stay within her boundaries. Until Ryan becomes her partner in crime, and one by one those boundaries start to crumble. He’s the exact opposite from the guy she’s tried so desperately to leave behind.

A hot night in Vegas is just what the rockstar ordered…until someone ends up married.

Michael Shawcross is living the dream, opening up for his idols, Oblivion, on his band Warning Sign’s first tour. Until an overzealous fan goes too far and his hard-partying ways catch up to him in the form of an ultimatum from his manager, Lila Crandall. 

They'll be friends with benefits. Nothing more. Nothing less. A casual arrangement is perfect. It keeps her heart safe. It keeps her secrets close. It keeps their walls up. For three months, they're playing. The rules are simple. No feelings. No strings. No falling in love. But Walker's never been very good at following rules.  

They’re not quite enemies, and not really friends. More like frustrated balls of sexual tension, Lance Gibson drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, and takes cupcakes from the corner of her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the history teacher happened to love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a coincidence. Mariah has a way of getting under Lance’s skin, too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently, and, seeing the librarian in skirts, drives him wild. She won’t give in. 

Juliet Reece grew up in the shadow of her seemingly perfect older sister, Margo Reece. While Juliet's wealthy, blue-blood parents dealt with infidelity, Juliet fought for normalcy. Now she's the bassist in Warning Sign, a band on the rise, and she finally feels like she's making space for herself in the world. It's her time to shine, and she's ready to have fun and focus on her career. Until Randy "Sparks" Pruitt nearly blows up her life. Literally. She can't stand the guy. She definitely hasn't fantasized about gripping a handful of his hair and - no. Not happening.

Whispers of the Locke brothers fill the town, facts and reality twisted to fit what these motherf--kers believe they know about us. That we’re sadistic bastards, incapable of any real emotions or fear. Maybe they’re not wrong about that. That is, until I set my sights on Kadence King, getting just as drawn to her as I am the darkness. It’s the first time I’ve felt anything in a long time. But would she really be scared knowing the depth, the lengths I go with my brothers to make any f--ker who crosses us pay?

Rock star Kit Lockhart can have any woman he wants...any woman except her. Piper. My band mate's baby sister. The one woman I can't have. The one woman who won't get out of my head. Those big blue eyes, those sweet pink lips, the cheeks that flush at the slightest provocation. I want her under me, groaning my name, shaking with desire. I shouldn't be the one to take Piper's virginity. But there's no way in hell I'm letting another guy fill her with pleasure.

This is one mistake Sienna Landry can't buy her way out of. As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she's in trouble. It's not the busted headlight and dented grill that's sunk her though. It's the downright sinful man in front of her that's the problem. The small-town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline, and Sienna isn't sure why that's so sexy, but it is. It so is.

Fleeing false murder charges, Lindsey lands in San Francisco. There she builds a satisfying life until, in the notorious Dark Haven BDSM club, she encounters deVries. Moth, meet flame. A security specialist and occasional mercenary, deVries needs an adorable submissive like a knife to the gut.

Violet Valentine has had enough of tattooed bad boys for one lifetime. Sure, nice guys don't set her on fire the way her ex Ethan did. They don't have his piercing blue eyes, or his bright smile, or his skilled hands. They don't serenade her with her favorite songs. Or make her laugh until her sides ache. Or make her feel so good she could die. None of that matters. Ethan isn't breaking her heart again. No one is.

There's a tall, tattooed man in my bed. Not any tall, tattooed man. He's a rock star. A s*x god. And now, he's my husband. Last night, I married Joel. It's ridiculous. I'm a good girl. I don't get into trouble. I don't look twice at bad boys. I can't stay married to a rock star. But there's something about Joel. Not just the way his green eyes light up when he smiles, or the way he makes me laugh, or the way he makes me shake - I'm not sure I can walk away.