~ The universe shifts, and our stars realign. ~

I’d sworn off men. And then I met Nick Christiansen.

Technically, I fell for him, literally, the moment I landed in his quarterback-sized arms and looked into those soulful eyes. I blame the rum. Or was it tequila? 

Spoiler alert: It was those delectable dimples.

Either way, Nick was stupidly handsome and ridiculously charming. He held me like he cared and listened to me like I mattered. Captivated by great conversation and rock-hard abs, Nick had me reconsidering the “No Men” promise I’d made myself.  

I still regret walking away the next day.
~ 

I can’t stop thinking about the one who got away. But then I run right into Natalie St. James. 

She’s still unwittingly gorgeous, if not more so, and as wildly quirky as I remember. 

Sidebar: She’s on a date.

What do I expect? For her to still be thinking about me? 

I still regret what happens next. 

We didn’t get the love story we deserved the first time, then I screwed up our second chance. When the universe shifts and our stars realign, is the third time a charm?

Coy Mason is a jerk.

If there is one truth that Bellamy Davenport knows, it’s that. Hands-down. (Well, that and the fact that she didn’t mean to hurt him. Physically. Coy can’t be hurt emotionally because he doesn’t have a heart.)

Coy is not just the small-town, literal boy-next-door. He’s a heartbreaking, womanizing, mischief-making (and delicious) man and was all of those things well before he became a hot-shot country music sensation.

He’s a dream standing in her doorway with no shirt, messy hair, and a ‘Do you wanna?’ grin. But he’s also a nightmare for her heart and she knows it.

Their enemies-to-lovers relationship always ends the same way—heavy on the enemies, light on the lovers.

So why is she still standing there?

“Are you sleeping with my daughter?” 

Not the question I wanted to hear from my coach. The man holding my pro future in the palm of his hand. 

The answer: No, sir.

The real answer: I’d sure as hell like to be.

Marisa’s been my best friend since third grade. And now she needs my help--and a place to stay. Senior year was supposed to be the year to keep some distance until the season finished and my draft prospects were safe. 

But resisting her is becoming impossible. Movie Thursdays under the blankets. Study sessions on my bed. Wild party nights where I kept any guy interested at bay with a single glare. 
Her dad can bench my ass for the entire season, so she’s off limits--for now. 

She’s the only woman I’ve ever loved. And one heated night, I can’t stop fighting every cell in my body and can’t stop myself from sampling her sexy smile, her sweet smell, and her sultry curves.

We’re walking a tightrope with my future on the line. Let’s just make sure Coach doesn’t find out...

After her messy break-up, the last thing grad student Riley Evans expects is to meet someone new. Throw in a family history of bad relationships, the likelihood of the past repeating itself seems inevitable—especially after her ex turns stalker. She’s a magnet for disaster. But when a man walks into the Coffee Hut and asks her on a date, she isn’t prepared for the flare of desire. The pull of attraction is impossible to deny, and she gives love a second chance.

Navy SEAL Xander Hale lands in a Hawaii military hospital after a mission gone wrong. If that wasn’t bad enough, his girlfriend breaks up with him. Plagued by his current single status and suspicions over the mission’s bad intel, doubts fester about the direction of his life. Until he stops for coffee and encounters a barista that steals his breath and shifts his priorities from a presumed military career path to civilian. 

When danger closes in after a suspicious home invasion, Xander whisks Riley to the safety of his family’s island. On secluded shores, he’s determined to keep her safe. But dark memories are triggered by her past and followed by a hidden threat that neither anticipated.

It started with one night out with the boys.

She was the hot diner waitress putting herself through school.
I was the rich, arrogant player everyone misjudges.

On paper we didn’t match.

Yet all it took was one day. One single day to change her mind.

She wasn’t planning to spend her day off with me.
She wasn’t supposed to fall for my charm.
But one day, one smile, turned into several nights of her calling out my name.

I’m not the guy she should end up with. I’m jealous, possessive. Not here for a long time - just a good time.

She’s changed me.

But, for some reason, I feel her slipping through my fingers and no matter what I do, I fear I’m going to strike out with the one and only girl I’ve ever fallen for.

She’s a Secret Treasure of War...
It’s a routine mission in Belize. Get in, get out, save the women.
Then I see Naomi’s photo and watch her hostage video.
A stirring...an ache...a desire so deep for her heats up my blood and annihilates me.
Then I meet her.
It accelerates my thirst, riling up my inner beast.
She’s an investigative reporter and knows things she shouldn’t.
But all the women have secrets...knowledge about a global force so powerful the world will implode with greed. Freedom will no longer exist.
Instead of delivering her, we run.
The heat of the jungle is a blow torch demolishing my restraint, until I have to make her mine.
But enemies lurk everywhere. After it’s over, I’ll have to piece her back together again.

 
(Depths of Destruction is the first jaw dropping installment in the Behind Closed Doors series. Each novel is a stand-alone regarding the HEA of the couple, but the plot develops with each story. This steamy series is for mature readers only and is best if read in order. This series may contain situations that may be sensitive for some readers.)

Corporal Cole Morgan is a cocky jerk.
He may have everyone else fooled, but I know better.
After my sister died, I was left to sort out her affairs and pick up the pieces.
30 days and then I’m on a one-way trip back to our hometown.
Back to my perfectly planned life.
Back to what family I have left.
Everything was going according to plan, too. 
Until Cole, with his stupid green eyes, perfect hair and ridiculous good looks, ruined everything.
Including my panties.
One little fling won’t hurt anything … will it?
 
 
Casper Davis is a pain in my ass.
I take one wrong turn, ending up with a head injury and an inconvenient little case of amnesia.
All of a sudden, I can’t report for my next duty station for 30 days.
That’s fine, I’m going to make it a month well spent.
Visiting my grandmother, since she feeds me.
Berating my business-savvy cousin, because why should I have to suffer alone?
My dirty little secret? I’ve upped my Peeping Tom game, spending every night watching the girl next door.
She’s accident-prone, annoying, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Casper might have brought me to my knees, but there’s no chance I’ll stay there.
There’s only one thing more dangerous than the chemistry we have together. 
A secret that, if exposed, could burn everything around us to the ground.

Aria Saint-James has planned the perfect getaway: sweatpants, takeout and two weeks alone with her sister and nephew. Nowhere on that list is wearing a low-cut dress and uncomfortable heels to attend a wedding where she knows neither the bride nor the groom. Toss in her nemesis, Brody Carmichael, and her road trip to Arizona is officially a bust.

But at least there is champagne.

She blames the bubbly for falling into bed with Brody that night. Enemy or no, the billionaire is irresistible in a tux. But after their one-night tryst, Aria has no choice but to cut her vacation short, returning home to escape his devilish smile, vowing never to see Brody again.
Except Aria gets a surprise a few weeks later--she's pregnant. When he learns that she's carrying his child, Brody offers Aria the chance of a lifetime. The catch? She has to live under his roof until the baby is born.

Either they'll kill each other in nine months. Or discover love buried beneath their hate.

I forgave him for the lies he told.
And I forgave him for breaking my body with his touch.
But I couldn’t forgive myself for staying.
Until I met you… my antidote.
I knew I couldn’t keep forgiving him, when I could be safe in your arms.
With your touch, there were no tears.
With your kisses, I could finally breathe.
You might be the villain in everyone’s story...
But not mine.

From across an empty lane in Paris, through my window,
He saw me first.
I stopped undressing . . . but only for a moment.
The next night, he was waiting for me, in his expensive suit
He sat there and watched.
No participation.
My only acknowledgement was the look of lust in his eyes.
It continued until the night before I left,
when I found a card under my door.
No words. Just a number. So, I texted him.
I’d never done anything like it before.
It felt so dirty and wrong, but at the same time, I felt alive.
He was much older than me, so intimidating and sexy.
He made me feel things no man ever has.
I was under his spell.
The last thing I expected was to ever see him again...
 

WARNING: While this book is best enjoyed going in blind, it does contain distressing themes that may upset some readers. If you think you might be one of those readers please see my author review on Goodreads for specific triggers.