A tough-as-leather football player. A happy-go-lucky historian. It’s love against all odds in a warm and emotional romance about found family, friendship, and the restorative powers of the heart.
Former Dallas football player Burke Barrett is weathering a lot of changes. He’s retired from football. He’s mourning the loss of his best friend. And now he’s been bequeathed a dilapidated house in northern Michigan he doesn’t want. To his surprise it comes with a long-legged, blindly optimistic renovation manager with big ideas for Burke’s inheritance. She’s passionate, irritating, and irresistible.
Restoration expert Charlotte Cunningham is used to rough exteriors. This surly client, with his stubbled jaw, towering physique, and inflexible attitude, is worth smoothing over. The attraction sizzles, and a proposal is in order: a romantic tryst to relieve the tension. No strings attached. A safe bet for both of them since Burke is prepared to renovate, sell, and move on.
A pet project with an end date. Does that go for love too? Burke must decide what he really wants and what he’s willing to risk. He should know by now that the best-laid plans can change in a heartbeat.
Biting banter, fake relationships, and illicit workplace rendezvous—anything goes in this romantic comedy from USA Today bestselling author R.S. Grey.
While most little girls grow up idolizing Ariel or Belle, I was banging a plastic gavel and pretending to be Judge Judy. I spent my summers divorcing Barbie and Ken and splitting their Dreamhouse assets. Now, my goal to become the very best acquisitions lawyer at the top firm in Chicago is within reach.
I’m one month into my big-girl job at Elwood Hoyt, venti Starbucks in hand, ready to take on the day. The sleek elevator doors are about to close…then he steps in after me. Hudson Rhodes—the one senior partner I was told to avoid at all costs—just so happens to be the heartless villain I’m assigned to work under.
Ever since he found out who I am—the Scarlett Elwood—we’ve been enemies, the sort who constantly bicker and bark, take jabs in the boardroom, and occasionally pop up shirtless in each other’s steamy dreams. Y’know, that kind. He has to know I could run to my dad at any time and demand his firing, but his confident smirk says he knows I’d never give him the satisfaction.
The elevator chimes as we reach our floor, and I feel his broad shoulders pull even with mine. Fury mixes with fear, hatred with lust. He turns to briefly hold my gaze before confidently stepping out in front. His message is clear:
If I want to reach my goal, I’m going to have to go through him first.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲-𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝘂𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗻. 𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆. 𝗔𝘀 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘁𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻?
Former MI-6 agent, Campbell Creighton never backs down from a challenge. So, when his childhood friend disappears, he’s thrust into a dangerous mission to find her. But when he discovers her connection to an AI nuclear weapon that someone will kill for, he’ll risk everything to keep her safe while hiding his feelings for her.
Nuclear physicist Dr. Quinn Donovan is determined and unyielding. So when her top-secret lab comes under attack, she embarks on a perilous journey to locate her brother and save their revolutionary program. But her plans take an expected turn when her rescuer saves her life and reignites feelings she’d buried deep inside.
As Campbell follows the leads to uncover the identity of the enemy, his feelings for Quinn surge through him. Despite Quinn’s trust issues after being betrayed in her previous marriage, she’s unable to resist her overwhelming feelings for Campbell.
In a world of high-stake political intrigue and deadly espionage, can they unravel the program’s secrets and outsmart the enemy while navigating the treacherous terrain of their newfound love?
𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘒 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵-𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 8 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦-𝘰𝘧-𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳-𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭.
*𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.
It all started with the worst day of my life. He waltzed into that church like it hadn’t been years . Like he’d never taken my first kiss and hopped on a plane, chasing a dream we’d built together. But the boy who caught fireflies with me is long gone. He’s famous now. Filthy rich. Despicable . His mom thinks he needs to reconnect with his roots after his latest PR disaster. That spending some time at the beach house where we vacationed as kids will set his mind straight. And the real kicker? She’s invited my recently homeless family to join. They say I’ll learn to forgive him in the next few months. After all, time heals all wounds—even the ones caused by green-eyed celebrities. Spoiler they’re wrong. Kane Wilder might have the hearts of millions. But he’ll never have mine…
P.S. I'm Still Yours is a spicy standalone, college romance with an obsessed hero who would set the world on fire to make his girl smile.
When passion ignites, this fireman is here for it all...
Ex-military man and dog lover Danny Moretti found his place in this world at the firehouse with his team of heroes. But when a local arsonist starts igniting houses and torturing stray dogs, Danny refuses to back down. He may be in the business of saving people, but he knows when someone deserves punishment.
Widow and single mother Claire George just wants to start over safely with her children--near those she loves the most. But when her world is threatened by a ruthless arsonist, there's only one man she can trust, Danny Moretti. Their attraction is palpable, and heat burns. Now, it's up to Danny to protect the one woman and the two children who stole his heart. Can he save them all or will everything he's ever wanted go up in flames?
Love wasn’t the daily special when a grumpy small-town baker delivers a baby in his bakery. Now, all he can think about is that sweet bundle and her tempting single mother.
Having a baby in a bakery gives new meaning to taking the bun out of the oven.
I’d been in Curmudgeon Bakery for one of those lemon baby-Bundt cakes I’d been craving since I found out I was pregnant.
The draw had nothing to do with the baker himself. Tall, tatted, and edgy, looking more like a biker than a man who makes baked goods. I hardly knew him other than taking a tumble in a rainstorm in front of his shop . . . and then tossing myself at him after he rescued me.
We shared a moment but it’s not what you’d think.
Months later, he delivered my baby among his cookies and cakes. Talk about a second chance encounter.
Then he whips up a plan to pretend to be my baby’s father, and everything heats up from there.
My willingness to accept a perfect stranger’s kindness despite him telling me over and over he isn’t who I think he is.
I beg to differ.
He’s that sugary drizzle on a citrus-flavored, guilty pleasure that’s bad for the hips, but together—him, and me, and baby—we’re the perfect blend of ingredients that might do all our hearts some good.
Going tit for tat with the man you hate is all fun and games until things get literal…and the jerk sees you naked.
My beach getaway was only supposed to include three things: relaxation, wine, and fun in the sun.
Mack Houston, on the other hand, should have never--ever--been involved.
In no uncertain terms, he’s the bane of my existence.
The thorn in my side.
The sexy Mr. Good-Time Guy who drives me up the wall and my work archnemesis for the past five years.
He’s the last person I want to get stuck anywhere with—it’s bad enough that I have to see him every day at work—and yet, because of a booking error (or curse of the universe, as I like to call it), I’m stuck in the same vacation rental with him for an entire week.
I’m going to end up in jail.
Or worse, I might just give in to the insane urge to find out if his lips are really as kissable as they look.
One way or the other, disaster feels imminent.
I never said I was engaged to Alex Stone (a.k.a., the richest man in Eureka)...
My douchey ex just assumed I was, and I didn't correct him.
You see, I was having a moment.
I was out of work, out of money, and Alex had just offered me a lifeline by hiring me to be his live-in nanny for a month.
So when Drake the douche started going on about what a hot mess I am at my best friend's wedding, I kind of let him believe we were a thing.
I never said the word fiancé, and I definitely never expected Alex to play along.
Alex Stone is one of those list-topping, billionaire businessmen-types.
He's controlled, formal, and never makes a bad decision.
He's also tall, dark, and brutally handsome, with smokey hazel eyes, wavy brown hair, and a bod that will melt your brain.
(A detail I happen to know after accidentally catching him just out of the shower naked.)
The plan is he'll secretly be my fake fiancé for the night, no harm done.
But when the douche stays longer than the wedding, our "engagement" stops being a secret.
And when Alex decides there are things we should know how to do if we're engaged, like making out and sleeping together, my lie really gets out of control.
Because it's one thing to be fake engaged to the hottest, richest man in town, who also happens to be your live-in boss.
It's a little twist to find yourself falling in love with him.
(A LITTLE TWIST is a steamy small-town, single-dad/nanny romance with a fake engagement twist. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)
One night. One decision. That was all it took.
I’m certain my life has reached a new low when I decide to put myself up for auction at a charity event. Except letting billionaire men bet on me is nothing compared to what happens afterward.
I saw something I wasn’t supposed to and now people want me dead. Dangerous men I didn’t even know existed in our city. Lucky for me, the man who had the winning bet for a date with me is equally as menacing.
Or maybe not so lucky .
I’m stuck in the middle of a mafia war that I want no part of. Escaping only leads me closer to death and the man keeping me safe—Luca Monroe—he just might be the worst human being on Earth.
Except for the moments when he promises to keep me safe.
As tensions erupt between us, I begin to see him as something other than the monster I met in that alleyway. A decision I’m sure to regret. That is if I can survive long enough to do so, but with a price on my head…
The odds aren’t in my favor.
This is the first in a two book series, told in dual POV, and it does end on a cliffhanger. If you love mafia romance, forced proximity, and enemies-to-lovers with a dash of found family, don't miss out on this book!
WARNING: DO NOT READ THE BLURB FOR THIS BOOK.
It’s better if you go in BLIND, trust me…
But if you *have* to know what you're getting yourself into, you can read the synopsis below.
She lied to me.
Not once, not twice.
This entire time.
To her, I was the "cliche Mr. Popular," the star quarterback who owned Friday nights.
To me, she was the goth geek in the bleachers, playing clarinet in the band.
Despite our differences, I climbed through her window every night.
Even when we started college.
She was the only person who truly understood me, and I couldn't stay away from her if I tried.
Our connection was hot and toxic, but we never dared to put out the flames.
We fell too hard, too fast…
And this wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that I was already dating someone else.
See? That’s why you shouldn’t have read this blurb and went in blind. Alas, this is an emotional ride of a romance with toxic undertones that will drive you to some unexpected places. The author just felt like writing this story one day, so don't say you weren't warned about what you were getting into.