Lunchtime Chronicles

I spent 18 years in the Army, and nothing hit me as hard as this woman. The first time I saw her picture, I wanted to drop to my knees and worship at her feet. Fiona Cooper is thick and curvy the way I like my women. I don't care that we've only talked online. She wants to be friends with benefits, but she's already mine.

Even after being left at the altar, he still craves her. Some call him whipped, but he doesn’t care. He still wants her.

Ramsey Tadeo: Women love me, especially my body. I'm hard and ripped in all the places they appreciate. Getting laid was never a problem - until Lucy Layne. She thinks she's too old for me...GTFOH. I have three days to change her mind. And just like I learned in the Army, failure is not an option. Lucy Layne: Ramsey Tadeo is a player. At 47, I'm too old to let myself get played - again. But when he looks at me, I feel a connection my traitorous body won't ignore. There's a part of me tempted to play his game.

I had nothing back then, but I thought I had him. I was the girl who was invisible in a room full of people, but he saw me. Drake Santoro was wealthy, powerful, and mine. I trusted him, but I shouldn't have. Now, I'm all about business, even if my body yearns for Drake's touch, a latte.

 One phone call flipped my life so far out of order, I ended up in the hands of a dangerous motorcycle club gunman that went by the name "Snake Eyes". The man dripped sex appeal, breathed danger, and lived outside the law, and I’d be damned if I didn’t want his fire to defrost my hidden desires. 

I never thought a bookworm librarian could crack my spine. Talk about underestimating a book by the plain cover. Siah rewrote every page I thought I knew, and then put me back on the shelf, well-used and ready for check-out again. I'm not mad that she worked me over.