I know the rules. I’d break them a thousand times over for her.
She lives next door. I see her leave before sunrise and come home after dark, carrying more than a woman her age should. Work, school, a teenage brother she never planned to raise. I don’t know her well, but I can tell she’s running on empty.
So I help where I can. I fix the break in her fence. I keep an eye on her brother. I replace the porch light she hasn’t had time to deal with. And I tell myself I’m too old to want the kind of smile she gives me.
Then she becomes my assignment.
The woman I’ve been watching from a distance is suddenly the one person I’m not allowed to touch. Being around her makes everything harder. Every look feels loaded. Every moment alone feels dangerous. She trusts me because I’m steady. Because I’m older. Because I’m safe.
The rules I live by should be enough to stop me.
They aren’t.
And that might be the worst part.
I know exactly what crossing that line would cost me. I just never expected the girl next door to be the reason I’d risk everything.
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After leaving the military not only does Caleb work on the ranch but he works for Lone Star Security as well. He sees the responsibilities that Marisol has and just wants to help however he can but when he realizes the dangerous situation that she and her brother are in he will do whatever is necessary to keep her safe.
After the death of her parents Marisol is trying to juggle working, finishing her degree and looking after her brother. She is independent and determined to do things on her own however when she and her brother are in danger Caleb becomes not only her protector but the man who owns her heart.
As the danger escalates around them so do the feelings between them and the professional relationship between them begins to feel very personal.
He should be off limits, but he’s the best kind of trouble.
Briar
My father gave me the family brewery as an early Christmas present.
Generous, right? Except every single person on staff just quit, and I only have a budget that’ll last through the end of the year.
I need a miracle.
Lucky for me, my best friend Hannah’s big brother, Liam, is a genius brewer, and she convinces him to quit his job and come work for me. She only has one condition: I can never date him.
It’s an easy agreement to make. I’ve vowed to stay away from men after an embarrassing breakup, and I’d never sleep with someone who works for me. Besides, Liam’s an amateur boxer and frankly a bit terrifying.
Only…it turns out my best friend’s brooding, insanely talented big brother is the only man who’s ever really understood me.
Liam
I promised my sister not to date any more of her friends, because the last time I tried, it ended badly. Very badly.
I took this job thinking it wouldn’t be a problem to stay away from Briar. She’s a daddy’s girl who looks like a princess and talks like a boarding school teacher. Not my type.
But the woman I wrote off knows a lot about beer, and she’s a whole lot tougher than I gave her credit for. I want to run this brewery with her…and I want her too.
To my complete shock, I’m falling hard for my boss, and if my sister finds out, there will be hell to pay.
Note: There are TWO different versions of this romcom:
1) A spicy open door version with some strong language and sex scenes
2) A closed door version with mild language and only kissing.
Am I broken beyond repair, or can the two men who want me, flaws and all, help me love myself enough to give us a chance at a happily ever after?
Barely escaping my abusive ex, I find refuge in a sliver of Alaskan paradise in the tiny town of Anchor Bay. A great job, a cute cabin situated inside the poly community, and new friends — things are great, except for him.
Langston Allen. Jerk extraordinaire, never lets me have a moment’s peace and, for some reason, hates me. Tatted, grumpy and with a stalking fetish, the man pushes me at every turn, but the underlying heated tension between us confuses me as much as it does him.
Good thing he comes with his best friend with benefits, West O’Donnell. Not only is he sexy, sweet, and kind, but the man has dimples that make me melt with every shy smile flashed my way.
Still putting together the pieces of my shattered self, getting involved with the two men is a terrible decision, but the pull between us becomes too much for any of us to withstand. When my past and present collide, can I withstand the impact, or will I disappear again, this time for good?
Only Theirs is the third book in the Anchor Bay series. Each book in the series can be read as a standalone (each book will have an HEA for the main throuple), however the mystery/case discussed in book one will continue through the full series and will conclude in book 5. Please note this book does include two males who are into each other and one female who doesn’t have to choose between them.
Quiet. Serious. Protective. All words Stone Sylver would use to describe himself. And yet, something in his classic blue eyes said he was so much more. Buried beneath the years of raising his younger siblings and being a small town sheriff was a man looking for love.
Of course, I didn’t get all that the first night we met. The night we did a one-two step in a hotel hallway and knocked heads. The same night we shared a sweet potato cupcake and a single kiss.
Why didn’t we share more? The moment became a great mystery to me and because I thought he was only a brief interlude in my wanderlust life, I wasn’t prepared to see him again in Sterling Falls.
Visiting the small town where I once lived, I learn the man who I witnessed act like a superhero was more entwined in my past than I’d remembered. And for a woman often afraid of a future, I suddenly craved one…with him. Which made no sense as I’d never stuck in one place before. No one had ever asked me to stay.
Then again, from our first encounter, I knew Stone Sylver was different.
Confused and angry I’m thrust into a new life, where I’m expected to become the monster my father spent years crafting.
But I don’t even know who I am, or who I want to be, and if I have to hurt, then everyone around me will too.
There’s one person who refuses to break, who refuses to deal with my crap.
Allie Porter.
My enemy.
The girl raised by the mother I never had—perfect, untouchable, infuriating.
She meets my fire with her own, and it pisses me off almost as much as it pulls me in. I want her and despise her in the same breath, which is why I keep my distance.
Until the night I save her life. Now she’s indebted to me, and if she wants to survive she’ll do what I say.
But taming the little filly is nothing like I expected.
The closer we get, the more her truths tear through my assumptions.
She’s not the pampered princess I tried to hate—
She’s a survivor. A fighter.
A girl drowning in the same darkness I carry.
And somewhere between hate and obsession, the truth becomes undeniable:
I’ll burn this dynasty to ash before I let someone else claim what’s mine.
About JL Beck:
Beck writes steamy romance that’s unapologetic, meaning it makes no apologies for the way it rips you open and makes you crave more. Her heroes are alphas who take what they want, and she pairs them with heroines that bring them to their knees.
She loves writing about darkness, passion, suspense, and of course, steam.
Leaving her readers gasping and asking what the hell just happened is only one of her many tricks.
Her books range from morally grey to dark and spicey but always end with a happily ever after. She loves to write across numerous tropes, but her favorite is enemies to lovers.
She started her writing career in the summer of 2014 and hasn’t stopped since. She lives in Wisconsin and is a mom to two, a wife, and likes to act as a literary agent part-time.
Wild Child – Charlie works at the brewery that Quentin manages and now they find themselves going on a road trip to promote their offerings which only escalates the feelings between them. Quentin is not only older than Charlie, but her father is his friend and the president of the MC. He has been trying to deny his feelings for her but as the situation unfolds, he finds himself faced with a choice between having Charlie walk out of his life or possibly having to leave the MC.
Wild Weekend – Will is participating in a charity ride with his MC and has requested his own hotel room so that he can work however he soon finds out that he isn’t the only one in the room. Not realizing that the room has been double-booked when Stella sees a strange in her bathroom, she believes she needs to protect herself. Once they overcome their memorable first meeting, they spend a fun and flirty weekend together, but will her past be the one thing they can’t overcome.
Wild Christmas – Nate has a military background and specializes in IT. He is a strict but loving father to his two daughters who needs a temporary nanny for six weeks until his sister arrives, but Freya is everything he didn’t know he wanted in a nanny and a woman. Freya brings life to the home of Nate and his daughters as she starts traditions that instill the holiday spirit in them until a little turmoil erupts that could destroy everything.
It is great to have these three stories in one collection.
But when the sexy single dad athlete saves me from a cake contest catastrophe—and shows me how good he is with his hands—I blurt out the world’s worst business pitch: Want to invest in my bakery?
With no loan or backup plan, this is my last shot at proving I’m more than my past mistakes, and shockingly, he says yes.
We set one rule: don’t mix business with pleasure. Except Corbin Knight’s impossible to resist.
When he’s not scoring goals, he’s staying up late with me to test tempting recipes. Braiding my hair before we bake like it’s foreplay. Giving me his jersey to wear to games.
I try to keep a professional distance from the bossy, possessive and dangerously flirty hockey player, but soon we’re testing the limits of the kitchen counter.
This bakery is my chance to finally get my life right, so I fight the messy feelings. Until one night, he shows up after closing and admits he can’t stop thinking about me.
Suddenly I’m ready to break every rule—no matter the cost to our dreams.
We are definitely working very closely together, and this—kissing, touching, f*&king—is a recipe for failure.
But when she looks at me like that, lips wet, eyes dark, I can’t bring myself to care about consequences. Not when she’s right here in my arms and I need her so damn badly.
I make quick work of the apron strings, undoing them at her neck as I crush her lips with mine.
Her mouth feels so good, soft and pliant. She moves with me, our tongues skating together. Our moans mingling.
“It feels like forever since I kissed you,” I mutter as I briefly break the kiss, frantically tugging down the apron, exposing the collar of the dress that I bought her.
“A day is a long time,” she teases.
“I didn’t kiss you yesterday.”
She seems to think about that for a few seconds. “You should keep making up for that.”
A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s sexy, feel-good and witty. Her books have been featured in US Weekly and People. Lauren likes dogs, cake and show tunes and she is the vegetarian at your dinner party.
🧁Review🧁 Mabel had hoped that the prize money from a reality baking show would give her the money she needed to start her own bakery only to have it go sideways thanks to the actions of her now ex boyfriend. When she inherits a building from her grandmother she is one step closer, but it is only when her brother suggests that Corbin, his friend and one of the players on his team,
Corbin has been denying his feelings for Mabel for years in part because of her brother and his best friend and in part because he believed he needed to focus on his career as a professional hockey player and being a single father to his daughter. He has always planned on owning a bakery after his career ended so becoming partners with Mabel only brings up the timeline.
The banter between Mabel and Corbin was humorous and Corbin is so supportive of Mabel when it comes to helping out at the bakery and standing up to people who don’t believe in her. The relationship that Mabel had with Corbin’s daughter was touching as well. The dual narration of Smanatha Brentmore and Teddy Hamilton only increased the entertainment this story offered.
My secret is finally out. I am a Boneweaver, and the last of my kind: A beast who can shift into any other. Now there’s an elephant sized target on my back and two people I love have been taken from me.
In order to get them back, I’m going to have to do the unthinkable: present myself to the most dangerous beasts of the underworld and Scythe Kharkorous is going to help me do it. The Great White shark with the sharp, cold eyes has plans no one can guess at and the devastating secret he’s about to reveal to me will turn my world upside down.
Darkness threatens to consume him, but nothing will stop him from keeping her safe….
Ricochet:
All it takes is one glance and I know Jordan is going to be mine.
Her sweet smile and infectious energy make me feel alive again.
She chases away the shadows, giving me a reason to continue on.
But just as I’m beginning to win the elusive beauty over trouble comes for my family.
I may be a veteran with PTSD and a member of a notorious motorcycle club, but both have given me skills that allow me to address any threat and win.
I refuse to let my past dictate my future, and convincing Jordan to trust me is a matter of life and death.
Jordan:
From the first moment that Ricochet and I meet, I know he’s trouble.
The sexy biker has a dangerous and mysterious past that scares me.
I’ve been down this road before with my violent ex and I’m not sure I can do it again.
As I get to know him, I realize he’s more than just a biker with a tough exterior.
Can I trust my own heart even though it’s led me astray before?
When danger comes, I find myself trapped in the crossfire. His past catching up with him is everything I’ve been afraid of, and I’m not sure what to do.
I know deep down that Ricochet will do anything to protect me, but can I learn to trust him even though I’ve been burned in the past?
He chuckles again, then winces as he shifts, clearly sore. “You always this mean in the mornings?”
“Only to strangers trespassing on my property.”
That wipes the smile clean off his face.
For a second, there’s something almost … remorseful in his eyes.
“I’m not a stranger,” he says quietly. “We’re old friends.”
“We were never friends, Waylon.”
“Weren’t we?”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. “Not to my recollection. Just neighbors.”
“Okay,” he says. “Fair enough.”
I stand there in the humming barn, staring at my biggest regret, surrounded by horses and old memories I didn’t ask for.
He looks out of place and familiar, all at once—like trouble that never really leaves town, just lies in wait for the right moment to sneak back in and wreak havoc on your life.
“Guess I’ll get out of your way,” he says, walking past me to the barn doors. Then he glances back and points in the opposite direction. “You said two miles that way, right?”
I let out an exaggerated breath. “If you plan on jumping barbed wire and cutting through hay fields.”
“Great. Seven miles on the road it is,” he says before turning back to the doors.
I glance at the sky, just starting to lighten.
“Wait, Waylon,” I call. “Cabe’ll be back at any minute from riding the fence line. He’s get some secret breakfast date in town. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind dropping you off on his way.”
“That’d be awesome. Not sure I’m up for that walk.”
“Just wait by the front of the barn. You don’t want Grandma Evelyn to catch sight of you through the kitchen window. You’d get a tongue-lashing or dragged inside for breakfast. No way to tell which way it’d go.”
“That’s a terrifying thought.”
He continues forward, dripping water onto the concrete, and pauses at the barn door. “Hey, Shelby.”
I look at him despite myself.
“Still feisty,” he says. “Some things don’t change.”
I lift the hose again.
He laughs and ducks out into the cold morning.
And just like that, Waylon Ludlow is back in my life—wet, hungover, and exactly the kind of complication I don’t need right now.
And with a Ruby. Figures.
I sigh, turn back to the horses, and mutter, “This day has already been too damn long.”
Blurb:
Waylon Ludlow was my first heartbreak—the boy I secretly loved from the sidelines while he ruled Wildhaven High and then disappeared without a word. Now he’s back, all smirks and whiskey-soaked charm, and with a baby no one knew about.
But I’m not the same quiet girl I once was. I’m fire now. Feral, stubborn, and one smart-ass comment away from punching him square in the jaw.
I live loud, love hard, and fight for what matters. And even though Waylon is a mess of mistakes wrapped in faded denim, my heart still skips like it’s seventeen every time he looks at me. And his little girl, well, she’s got me wrapped around her tiny finger.
We clash. We burn. We break things. But the more I push him away, the more I wonder—am I chasing the storm, or is it chasing me?
I chuckle under my breath as I put the car in reverse and pull out of our parking spot.
Why does bickering with this girl make me so damn happy now when, before, I wanted to wring her neck?
We get on the freeway and make our way out of Bozeman with ease. Once we’re on an empty stretch of highway, I put the car in cruise control and lean back to get more comfortable.
“How’s the drama on your group chat?” I ask when I see she’s been typing away again.
“Surprisingly good,” she replies without looking up from her device.
“Surprisingly?”
She puts her phone down on her lap and turns to me. “Yeah. Sounds like the drama has calmed down.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“We’ll see. There’s still a lot going on.”
“Are you one of those girls who feeds on drama and looks for it, even when there is none?” I say it more jokingly but realize quickly that’s not how she takes it by the way she sits up in her seat and turns to face me.
“Are you calling me a drama queen?”
“Nuh-uh, girl. No need to get all pissy on me.” I snap my fingers and roll my neck, acting like a true drama queen.
She laughs so hard that she slaps her hands on her lap. “Did you really just do that?”
I grin, looking back to the road, acting normal again. “I could tell your fight button just got pushed, so I knew I needed to bring you back down a notch.”
“My fight button?”
“Yeah, that little button deep inside you that seemed to be stuck down every time you looked at me before.”
She laughs again. “I can’t believe you’re calling it my fight button. Where does anyone even come up with something like that?”
I look between her and the road. “You tell me! I swear if I even breathed, you wanted to rip my head off.”
“And you didn’t feel the same way about me?”
I tilt my head back and forth, like I’m weighing my options. “Depended on the day.”
I look at her out of the side of my eye and love the way she’s smiling right now. It’s not an expression I saw on her much before, and I’ll admit, she’s fucking beautiful when she smiles.
Blurb:
What happens when your mystery match is everything you want—except he’s your real-life enemy?
I would honestly rather walk down Fifth Avenue in my underwear than deal with David at work.
When my best friend’s brother creates a blind dating app where your friends play matchmaker, signing up feels harmless. Seven days of anonymous texting before you can even exchange phone numbers? Easy. Low stakes. Zero chance of someone finding out it’s me if I don’t want them to—especially since I sign up with my middle name instead of my real first name, you know… just in case.
My mystery guy turns out to be charming, funny, and he gets me in a way no one else ever has. I look forward to every message like some kind of lovesick teenager staying up way too late just to talk to him.
There’s just one teensy little problem, one big enough to shake the universe—the person I’m matched with is David from work, only I don’t figure that out until day seven.
So now I’m falling for the man I swear I can’t stand, and he has no idea it’s me on the other side of the phone.
What do I do when the seven days are up and real life steps in, insisting I either reveal myself or ghost the one person I never meant to fall for?
Oh No… It’s You is a contemporary rom-com featuring an irresistible enemies-to-lovers, workplace romance twist that will have you rooting for David and Zoe to finally get it right.
“Jasper.” Her tone was sharp, pulling me out of my haze. “What’s wrong?”
I inhaled sharply, only now realizing I hadn’t been breathing.
I looked at Vincent and then at her again.
“He laughed,” I said, holding up my phone. “I was doing dumb stuff and he laughed. A real laugh.”
Her face lit up, her dark eyes warm. “Really? Vincent, you’re laughing? Do it again,” she said to me. “I can’t believe I missed it.”
As much as I didn’t want to look away from her and miss a second of the excitement in her face, I kneeled and picked up Sophie the Giraffe, making her twerk as I rapped badly about the Very Hungry Caterpillar eating all the leaves off the tree.
It took a minute, but he did it again. It started with a tiny rumble but quickly turned into a full laugh.
Evie sat next to me, that towel hiding very little, and wiped a tear from her eye. “Oh my God. It’s amazing. He’s amazing. The baby book said three to four months.”
Filled with pride, I grinned at her. “Ahead of schedule. He’s a genius. Obviously.”
Nodding, she tickled his foot, causing him to kick and giggle. “We’re not supposed to say that out loud,” she chided me playfully.
“Yes, but it’s undeniable. He’s the smartest and most handsome baby ever.” I leaned down and blew a raspberry on his stomach. “You get all that from your mom. I take no credit. But I’m so proud of you, bud.”
Evie beamed at me, her attention making my stomach do backflips. I’d gotten them both to smile today, and that sent me soaring to a level of joy I’d never experienced before.
The sheer satisfaction of making my son laugh? Of making Evie look at me like I was some kind of hero? This was a type of high that couldn’t be replicated.
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