NHL defenseman Drake Riser is a tough guy on the ice. Out of the rink, he’s more teddy bear than grizzly. But Drake secretly longs for someone to share his life with. Even after a failed marriage, he’d try again if the right woman came along. When she finally does, he’s determined not to let anything stand in his way, even her.
U.S. Marines Major Erin Gentry carriers the physical and emotional scars from war everywhere she goes. No amount of glitter can camouflage the ugly Erin feels inside. When she meets a hunky hockey star at a masquerade ball, she tries to convince herself that she’s too damaged to get involved, even though he makes her feel things she wishes she didn’t.
Drake thinks they’re perfect for each other, but Erin is stuck in the past, struggling to put her demons to rest—demons that are back and threatening to destroy her. Drake is ready to do anything to give them a shot at love, but Erin will have to learn letting someone help you fight your battles doesn’t make you weak. Time is running out as they race the clock to win the game–and each other.
BLURB: I can’t help my attraction to Tomás, a ruthless, gorgeous member of the Juarez Cartel. The only problem? I’m the undercover cop here to bring them all down.
I’ve immersed myself in a world of money and drugs, and there’s no one I can trust. Especially not Tomás. Yet time and time again we cross paths, fighting the inevitable. Until one explosive night when we can no longer fight the dangerous attraction between us. I run through every possible scenario, trying to find a way to make a relationship between us work.
What I don’t realize is that Tomás is hiding behind a mask of his own, and the connection we share could be deadly.
Drive Me Wild Blurb A bad boy. A good girl. A second chance that could send them both up in flames.
Emily was a cop’s daughter, and I was the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. At eighteen, our affair was wild and completely secret. Until she left town for college and a better life, and I hit the road to nowhere. Eight years later, we’re both back in town. My father is in prison; Emily is selflessly helping her sister. We should be farther apart than we’ve ever been. But I’ve never been able to resist temptation, especially when that temptation is Emily. I shouldn’t go near her. But I do. She shouldn’t say yes. But she does. Our chemistry is hotter than ever, but she’s hiding something from me. Just like I’m hiding something from her. It’s hard to tell whose secrets are more dangerous, until it all goes to hell. I can save her – and she can save me. But we’ll have to break the rules. We’re from different worlds. We don’t belong together. But in the end, Emily and I are going to have to get dirty.
A buttoned-up counsellor. A hot ex-con with secrets. One session that changes everything. It was supposed to be simple: Let Jace Riggs walk into my counseling office, tell me how he’s adjusting to post-prison life, and let him walk out again. But the first thing I’ve learned is that nothing is simple with Jace. He’s tall, muscled, bearded and tatted. He’s smarter than anyone else in the room and ten times more guarded. He’s hiding things that would break any other man to pieces. He’s a loner, a bad boy, and an infamous Riggs brother from the wrong side of the tracks. He’s a hundred kinds of wrong for me. And even when I’m not his counsellor anymore, I still want to break down his defenses. Jace has never trusted anyone – until me. He says I’m the only woman he wants close to him. The only woman he’s wanted in his bed – ever. And when he looks at me with that look of white-hot fire, I believe everything he says. My own secrets could get Jace sent back to prison – or get him killed. And he doesn’t care. We had so little time. We might not have until morning. But with the fire ignited between Jace and me, forever wouldn’t be long enough…
The Riggs Brothers Series:
Drive Me Wild (Book 1) Take Me Down (Book 2) Work Me Up (Book 3) Make Me Beg (Book 4)
Julie loves reading and writing hot, sexy romances with awesome alpha heroes. Her favorite things are books, coffee, her perfect cat, and her husband, not necessarily in that order. She’s a writing addict who is always hard at work on her next steamy romance.
If you’ve never saddled up with a few Vanessa Vale cowboys, now is your chance! Welcome to Steele Ranch, where the men are hot, dominant and know what they want.
For Cord Connolly and Riley Jamison, that’s sexy and sinfully sweet Kady Parks.
The Philadelphia schoolteacher discovers she’s the heir—along with half-sisters she didn’t know existed—to the Steele fortune, including a real-life cattle ranch. Instead of spending her summer break at home, she’s in Barlow, Montana. And the West is as wild as she imagined, for two hot cowboys have decided to lay claim, taking her for one wild ride. And Kady? She’s ready to dig in her spurs and hang on tight.
Twenty-nine-year-old Lissy has a secret that destroyed her last relationship. She relaxes by playing with dolls. When her new boyfriend Dan finds out, she is terrified he will leave her. Instead, he embraces her little side and becomes her daddy. He even finds age-playing friends for her to hang out with. Dan takes care of her no matter what trouble she gets herself into, and Lissy knows she has found her soulmate.
Yet, she can’t help noticing she’s the oldest adult little girl at her age-play group. At almost thirty, she’s still irresponsible and impulsive. As Lissy’s birthday approaches, she worries that it’s time to grow up and settle down. Will they eventually have to give up their new lifestyle?
Note: This 40,000-word book contains extensive age-play and spanking. There’s a little non-age-play BDSM. Toys get played with. Bottoms get spanked. Bedtime stories get read. There are bubble baths with duckies. If that floats your toy boat, this is the book for you! All characters 18+.
She’ll juggle your balls.
For Stella Allesandro, chaos is good. She’s a rising star at a leading sports
publicity firm. She’s known throughout the industry as the jock whisperer—the
one who can tame the baddest of the bad boys in professional sports without
losing her signature smile.
But Cal Hartshorn is an entirely different kind of chaos.
He’ll fix your broken heart.
This ex-Army Ranger and now-famous cardiothoracic surgeon fails at
nothing…except talking to a woman he’s adored from afar. Whether on the
battlefield or operating room, he’s exacting, precise, and efficient, but all
of that crumbles when Stella is in sight.
Cal always knows—and gets—what he wants, and now he wants all of her. His
But Stella isn’t convinced she’s anyone’s forever.
Kate Canterbary doesn’t have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for
sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the
ocean–Pacific or Atlantic–is the closest place to perfection, and writing
smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out
reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still
read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing
people—be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane—ever since.
Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby
Canterbary, and when she isn’t writing sexy architects, she’s scheduling her
days around the region’s best food trucks.
Brooke Markham needs a man. A real good man. But she’s not looking for a keeper. She’s too busy kicking ass, running an empire, and caring for her ailing father to spend time with men who want annoying things like relationships and commitment and…conversation. Brooke knows what she wants and it’s not a future with the growly barkeep.
JJ Harniczek needs money. A whole lot of money. He’s determined to launch his distillery, expand his tavern, and put Talbott’s Cove on the foodie tourism map. But there’s no way he’s asking Brooke for a dime. Not before he takes her to bed and definitely not after. JJ knows where he’s headed and the blonde bombshell isn’t about to change that.
“Maybe it’s just pregnancy hormones but I really want to lick him.”
I’ve ended up in a huge mess… my ex-boyfriend Jimbo wasn’t the dark soul with a heart of gold I thought he was. He knocked me up and then knocked me about. And when he tells me that I can’t keep the baby, it’s time to get out of Seattle.
A fainting episode in a gas station in the Arizona desert leads me to Lawson. A real life cowboy who runs his own ranch, Lawson is easy on the eyes. Muscles… everywhere. Huge package. Those little diagonal indentations that make a big arrow straight to his… toolbox.
But I’m not safe… it seems that Jimbo is still looking for me. Is Lawson the one who can protect me? And more importantly, can he convince me that he’s the man to tie me down?
Brynne Calloway knows that anything that seems too good to be true usually is. Fenton Abbott and his cashmere voice, Adonis body, and a magnetism like no other clearly falls into that category. But what’s life without a little risk?
It was supposed to be a rebound, an uncomplicated escape from reality. But nothing ever goes as planned. Fenton turns out to be so much more … in ways Brynne never sees coming.
“Sexy and hot with page sizzling romance. Fenton Abbott is the picturesque book boyfriend who will have you swooning and wishing you wore bikinis.” – Heidi McLaughlin, NYT and USA Today Best Selling Author
“Wherever It Leads lead me exactly where my heart needed to be. Locke has developed complex characters, a story with depth, unexpected turns, and sexy twists. A ✮✮✮✮✮ read for me.” – SL Scott, NYT and USA Today Best Selling Author
“Locke has a way of always adding an element of danger and intrigue to her stories that’s just understated enough to allow the love story to shine through. This one is no different. I loved it!” – Mandi Beck, author of the Caged Love Series
“Hands down, Wherever It Leads is Adriana Locke’s best work to date!” – Shera, Book Lovers Obsession
“This a fun, flirty and sexy read with a bit of mystery and intrigue. Pure unadulterated fantasy!” – Dawn, Blushing Babes Are Up All Night Book Blog
Chapter One Fenton
“Tell him I got his message yesterday and I don’t need him to blow me. But thank him for the offer.”
Grabbing the nearest shopping cart and sliding it in front of me, I toggle the phone against my shoulder. It nearly slides off my rigid muscles, a mix of workout fatigue and work stress setting up shop across my back.
Duke sighs through the phone, not even pretending to hide his frustration. “Fenton, that’s not true,” he says, exasperation thick in his voice. “He didn’t ask to blow you.”
“Obviously it’s not fucking true. I just want to hear him have to deny it.”
“You know what? Just forget I called. I’ll come up with a response myself.”
“That’s probably the best idea you’ve had yet.”
Duke sighs again, louder this time. I’m sure I’ve been an asshole to deal with since I hired him, but I gave him plenty of warning what he was getting into. This entire situation, the one he was hired to deal with, has been a complete clusterfuck from the start. There’s nothing more vexing than being able to fix a problem and having your hands tied behind your back while being needled that the problem exists. I know it exists. I’m keenly aware and no one wants it fixed more than me.
“I’ll just tell them the status hasn’t changed.”
“I could’ve taken care of this,” I bite out.
“I know. I know.”
“And they wouldn’t let me.”
“I know you know. Try to impart some of that knowledge to them. I’m playing by their rules right now, but I’m starting to lose patience with their—”
“Fenton, you have to play by their rules. Otherwise—”
“I’m heading into the store,” I interrupt. “The service is going to get shitty.”
“Talk soon,” Duke says, ready to end the conversation anyway, and the line clicks off. I shove my phone into the pocket of my black athletic pants. My jaw pulses, the buzz from this morning’s workout now vanished.
Ignoring the eyes of an uptight man perusing the apples, I skirt my cart left to avoid interaction. I have no idea why I chose today of all days to do my own grocery shopping. I could’ve waited three damn days until my housekeeper gets back from vacation.
Steering clear of the apples and the negative energy rolling off the shopper, I head towards the bananas. I need to find the optimism I had five minutes ago before Duke called from the office and ruined my Saturday morning.
The bananas are organic and perfectly ripe, so I pluck a bunch off the podium. I start to push away, but the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. A ruffle of unease scatters through my subconscious. I pause mid-step and glance around the store. People mill about, minding their own business, nothing out of the ordinary. I start to push away again when I spy the offender. A black piece of plastic peeks out from behind a bundle of bananas, the overhead light ricocheting off it and catching my eye.
I reach behind the produce and pull out a black cell phone. Turning it over in my hand, it looks no worse for wear. I press the round button on the bottom and the screen lights up.
Staring back at me are two gorgeous girls, probably a couple of years younger than me. Mid-twenties, I’d say. The dark-headed one is flashing a peace sign in a barely there white bikini. She’s hot as fuck. But it’s the blonde that draws my attention. She sits crossed-legged in shorts and a tank top on the beach, her hair falling around her narrow shoulders. Her body is covered, her stance demure, but there’s something striking about her that I can’t pinpoint. I almost can’t look away. Her blue-green eyes taunt me, tease me with a look that’s downright beguiling. The touches of vulnerability hidden behind her confidence intrigue me, make me want to hear her voice and know what she’s thinking.
Laughing at my ridiculousness despite the heat rolling in my blood, I skim the store again. No one seems to be searching for the phone.
I glance back down and my gaze goes immediately to the blonde. The curve of her hip has my thumb gliding over the screen.
I should turn the phone in to management. It’s the logical, responsible thing to do.
My feet don’t move.
Losing your phone in the bananas doesn’t exactly shout responsibility.
Taking a deep breath, I ponder my options. I can turn it in to Lost and Found and hope that they actually give it to her if she comes looking. Or . . . I could try to get in touch with her myself.
Keep telling yourself you’re playing the Good Samaritan.
Leaning against the produce display, I do a quick analysis. The odds of her finding it at the Help Desk aren’t great. Maybe fifty-fifty. Some bagger boy will probably see the lock screen and take it to the bathroom and jerk off. The odds of that are phenomenal. The odds of me breaking the passcode aren’t great either, but if possible, would greatly increase her chances of getting it back.
And the chance for me to see those eyes in person.
I type in 0000.
“Try again” flashes on the screen.
Steering the cart with my elbows towards the customer service desk, I run through possible passwords before I commit to my final try. I have one more chance before it locks me out for good and I have no choice but to turn it over to Bagger Boy and his bathroom break.
I go for 1111, another overused password.
It makes a clicking sound and the lock screen opens. The phone toggles in my hands, my jaw dropping in disbelief. It worked. The home screen is filled with apps over shiny gold wallpaper, waiting to be explored.
Should I or shouldn’t I?
My thumb glances over the photo album and I see the first photo.