Kirjahaku

The past, it can haunt you . . . it can consume you. Three Women Three Stories One summer changes everything. For Ashleigh, the past has held her heart hostage. For Emily, the past has kept her from moving on. For Amanda, the past has a hypnotic hold on her mind. These three women are at a crossroads. Is love possible? Is this the chance to start over? Will they embrace the storms in their life, or are they doomed to make the same mistakes?

Fall for a woman after one night together? Not likely. Turns out my mystery woman is the person I've been hired to protect. Story of my life. I swore I'd never fall for another woman like her--way off limits and the very definition of blond ambition. But Ella Connolly is so much more than the trashy tabloids paint her to be. I never should've started anything with her--there are rules. But love never follows the rules. I've got the scars to prove it. My demons and my past haunt me every day. She deserves a better man. I walked away . . . I tried to let her go. But I can't and now I'm going back to make it right.

After giving the performance of a lifetime in my latest movie, I'm riding a high in my career. Ready to celebrate, I come home only to find my wife giving a performance of her own--no amount of bleach will scrub this image from my brain. My ex-wife is hellbent on making my life a living nightmare--slandering me in every tabloid and talk show from coast to coast. Her damaging lies could cost me everything I've worked so hard for. Added to that, I find out that my friend, Harlow Trembley, has publicity troubles of her own. As a famous fashion model, she's used to the gossips printing scathing lies. But the most recent lie involves the two of us.As our worlds collide, I propose we turn the tables on the stalkerazi. I ask her to be my fake girlfriend. We know the game, and the stakes are high. As the summer goes on, our pretending turns to something more. Can Harlow heal the parts of my soul that need it most--or will I end up pushing her away?

A country in crisis.A palace with deep secrets.A monarchy under pressure.Crown Prince of Sardones, Ander Nicholas Gabriel Camran was my childhood best friend.Until he wasn't.Nicholas was the boy who played hide-and-seek with me inside the palace walls.The pre-teen who taught me how to play the piano. The teen who snuck me into the kitchen at midnight for ice cream sundaes.My first crush. My first kiss.Ten years later, I have the opportunity of a lifetime. To photograph and chronicle the Royal Family of Sardones' reinstallation.To capture history.And now, he's about to become king. But the monarchy has rules. Traditions.Nicholas is determined to break them all.For his country. For himself.For me to become his queen.

Getting dumped sucks. Getting dumped by your boyfriend days before your best friend's wedding? It doesn't get much worse.Did I mention that the guy who cut me loose was country music's number one rising star?And my client.I thought I was walking into a proposal. Instead, I crashed right into humiliation-dumped and fired.The silver lining? In a restaurant, there's plenty of wine to drown my feelings.In strolls Tyler Nichols, the restaurant owner. He's charming, handsome and does a good job of trying to make me feel better. A really good job. Sharing my heartbreak with a beautiful stranger is the last thing that I expected.Turns out, Tyler Nichols is my ex's best friend. And according to the local gossips-mainly my cousin-he's got a mysterious past.No worries, I'm the gal with everything going for her-great job, fabulous apartment and a glamorous life half way across the country in sunny Los Angeles-far away from my hometown and my family's bourbon empire. I'll be leaving after the weekend wedding festivities.That is until my best friend, Sage, finds herself in a jam and needs my help before jetting off on her honeymoon.So, I'm staying in Mayfield a little longer than anticipated. In just a few short weeks, I'll march my happy ass back to the West Coast, far away from Tyler's smoldering gaze and his panty-melting smile. And the chemistry between us that burns hotter than a hickory stump.But the longer I'm in town, the harder it is to stay away from him. And maybe I don't want to.

He's the kind of guy that keeps me up all night, but only in my dreams. And it's agony, sweet agony.From the moment I laid eyes on Brantley Cardwell, I knew he was too good to be true-sexy, southern and charming.There are some guys that are just too everything for their own good.I should've kept my distance that summer, but I didn't.I should've known better than to fall for someone like him. But at seventeen, taking control of my heart wasn't so easy.I thought he'd be my first kiss. I thought he'd be my first everything.He became my first crush. And then he crushed me.Twelve years later he's back in town and there's no way I'll fall for that sexy southern drawl, irresistible smile and all that charm.No matter how well he fills out a pair of old faded Levi's.Maybe it's the taste of bourbon on his lips that burns so good. But the bourbon holds a secret igniting a firestorm neither one of us can stop.Now Brant is risking his legacy, his family, his heart-all for me.

StevieMy Fairy Godmother had a wicked sense of humor, of that I was certain.The first time I met Jackson Hart, I was on all fours with my ass in the air.At the time of our meet not so cute, I didn't know that the handsome man with the most captivating blue eyes was the wealthy, charismatic, and hot as sin hotelier, oh and my new boss.Well, technically he is my boss's boss. Just skimming the company manual was maybe not the best idea.But, I digress. Working at Hart Hotels & Spa was a temporary plan.Now, that plan has changed. Jackson Hart not only wanted me in his bed and in his life, he wanted me working alongside him.Some offers are too good to pass up.JacksonPremium scotch aged to perfection, making money before sunrise, nine holes of golf and interesting conversation. Those are the things most known about me. Toss in a leggy brunette or a stunning redhead at a society event for good measure and there's a story to amuse the public. But, my story goes deeper-to the past that I left behind.Sooner or later past and present collide. I never dreamed Stevie Brockman would be part of both.

HannahOne minute we were a family of four-then, in the blink of an eye, half of my world was gone.Nearly two years after I received the phone call that changed my life forever, we're living in a new town and facing new opportunities.All I want is to be a strong parent for my son and build a good life. I'm still fighting to figure out how to be okay. Falling for someone? Not in the cards for me. I had my happily ever after.Until he appears.One look from the ex-NFL player turned high school football coach brings my soul to life. But the man tests my patience with his arrogance. He knows how to manage his players and his students, but he needs a major ego adjustment.Every night when my eyes close, I tell myself there's no way I'll fall for Wyatt Hamilton, I can't . . . he's my son's new coach.WyattShe's the last thing that I expected. But I'm drawn to her.When she stepped onto my field with her long sexy legs, arms covered in tiny geometric tattoos, dark hair and her perfect kissable lips-she stoked a fire inside me. I never dreamed that I'd feel that spark again.Hannah Richman understands my anguish and emotional turmoil, because she's been through the same hell.Wanting her is taboo-forbidden. She's the mother of one of my students.No matter how much I crave her . . . there's no way I can have her, it would be inappropriate.We're about to redefine that word.

I'm the most hated guy on the planet right now. I went from being a Hollywood Heartthrob to a lying, cheating . . . well, you get the point. I did not cheat on my wife. I'm not that guy. The media and the angry jury of keyboard warriors have already decided that I did. I'll be damned if I let the outside world ruin my marriage. But is it already too late? No, I'm going to sacrifice whatever it takes for the woman I love. We broke each other, but I'm going to make it right . . . we'll return to us.