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Get your SEXY ON! Four Sexy New Stories in the CONFESSIONS series, dropping October 8, 15, 22, and 29!
Confessions of a Bad Boy Santa
As the owner and CEO of Sugar Bites, a multi-million dollar Candy Company, I set the office rules, and always lead by example. Until sweet little Eden sits on my lap and tells me all her Christmas wishes. She had no idea I was behind the beard, and I had no idea that beneath her hideous Christmas sweaters, my newly appointed public relations manager was more naughty than nice. I should stay away. I want to stay away. The whole no fraternizing rule was put in place for a reason, but when she’s tasked with helping me try out a new body chocolate, things get a little…sticky. I know better than to break my own rules, then again, they don’t call me Santa Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good.
Confessions of a BAD BOY CEO
I’m the hard-ass president and CEO of a multimillion dollar company. I have rules and do things strictly by the book. Until sweet and innocent Holly crashes her car in a thunderstorm, and I take her to my cabin—my off limits sanctuary outside the city—for safety. She doesn’t know my true identity, doesn’t know my rules: sex is for pleasure, and relationships are out of the question. But when tension bubbles up between us, and nearly sets my cabin on fire, I’m suddenly conflicted. Breaking my rules are out of the question, especially after I find out who she really is. I need to end this. Now. Yeah, walking away is what I need to do. Then again, they don’t call me Bad Boy CEO, because I’m…you know…good.
Confessons of a Bad Boy Millionaire
She’s my best friend’s kid sister, and I had long ago vowed to keep away. But when she asks me to help make her dream man jealous at her work’s annual weekend getaway, I just about lose my Sh$%. She might think she’s the ugly duckling, and maybe I teased her too much when she wore pigtails. But Fu%$ I had to do something to hide my real feelings, because she’s the hottest girl I know. If some douchebag is too stupid to see the swan, she shouldn’t be with him. No, she should be with a guy like me, one who would worship her, bring her to life beneath my hands…my mouth. But I’m a player with a reputation, and she’s off limits. Yeah, keeping my hands to myself is what I need to do. Then again, they don’t call me Bad Boy Millionaire, because I’m…you know…good.
Confessions of a Bad Boy Doctor Available Now!
I might be a sports medicine doctor but nothing could have prepared me for my best friend’s kid sister. When she steps into my bedroom, dressed in a short, sexy robe, asking me to examine her…groin…I nearly bite off my tongue. This girl is hands off all the way. But dammit if little Kitty Kat hasn’t grown into a gorgeous tigress. She drops her robe and exposes silky lingerie, tempting me in ways that Fu%& me over. I should put a stop to her games. I want to put a stop to them. Taking her to my bed is wrong, right? Then again, they don’t call me Bad Boy Doctor, because I’m…you know…good.
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The Stick Handler, Still Available!
I’m known in the NHL as The Stick Handler, but according to a conversation I accidently overheard between my fiancé and her friend, I’m The Money Maker, and marrying me will get her daddy-who just happens to own the hockey team I play for-off her back and secure her financial future, whether the marriage lasts or not. Now, call me a prick for canceling our Valentine’ wedding at the eleventh hour, but when she threatens to ruin my career and reputation, it’s the icing on the uncut wedding cake. She gives me a week to reconsider, and I take it-at the Italian resort booked for the honeymoon that will never be, and there’s no one I’d rather take with me than Katee, the girl who has held a special place in my heart since forever. When the concierge mistakes her for the bride, we go with it. Only problem is, the place reeks of romance and keeping my hands to myself might prove to be the toughest game I’ve ever played.
A honeymoon in Italy and I’m not the bride? How can I say no when Luke needs a shoulder to cry on, and no matter what, I’ll always be there for him. The problem is, none of my imaginary kisses come close to the reality of Luke’s mouth on mine, even if it’s just for show, and it’s going to take more space than a king-size bed provides to keep things in the friend zone. I’m weak, I admit it, but this is Luke, and the more we pretend, the more real it feels. Will our make-believe honeymoon be the end of a lifelong friendship? Will returning home mean the end of his career, or the beginning of something so much more?
The Playmaker, Still Available!
My only goal is to heal from this concussion and get back on the ice—until Nina Callaghan shows up at my door asking for hockey lessons. She’s my best friend’s kid sister, which puts her in the hands-off zone, so I used to tease her without mercy—the ballerina on ice—until a knee injury grounded her. But little Nina is all grown up now, and wants something from me, and I sure as hell want something back. Now it’s game on, and I’m pulling out all the plays.
Asking my old nemesis for a favor is the last thing I want to do, but when my editor charges me with writing a romantic series about hot hockey players, I have no choice but to turn to Cocky Cole Cannon, and he didn’t earn that handle from flashing his infamous grin. When he agrees to teach me, little did I know he’d have a hidden agenda. I want to say no, but when the Playmakers introduces me to his off-ice moves, the only words on my lips are yes.
No way can I fall for the girl I’ve been crushing on since…forever. Not only will her brother kill me, we don’t belong in each other’s world. I should have kept things in the neutral zone, but when one sweet taste becomes a game changer, I fear it could uncover everything I spent years hiding, and destroy Nina right along with it.