Kirjahaku

Recently divorced, Lainie Palmer-Bottoms is a woman on a mission--a mission to jump-start her romance writing career with a sexy novel about a badass biker gang. Keeton Gustafson is a badass biker dude and owner of Gustafson Custom Motorcycles. He's also Lainie Palmer-Bottoms's muse. The thing is, the second Keeton gets a look at the curvy beauty, it's him that's inspired. At their first encounter, they discover they need each other. She needs research material for her novel. He needs to do her on his desk. Can two people from different worlds find common ground? Keeton thinks so, but Lainie's not so sure.

Sadie Palmer is in the middle, sitting smack dab in the middle of all of the Palmer Sisters. She's determined, social, loyal and most of all, faithful. That's why Sadie is shaken to her core when she discovers her boyfriend, Andrew Winchester III, in her bed, on her favorite sheets, with the stripper next door. When all that hits the fan, Sadie decides to go on her dream vacation sans the cheating boyfriend. She vows to push all thoughts of Andrew away so she can enjoy the cruise. A cruise where Sadie is determined to meet new people. People like Charles Ashbury--of the Boston Ashbury's. While she has no intention of falling for another elitist snob, there's something about Charlie Ashbury that just does it for her. It could be his broad shoulders, his deep blue eyes, or his wavy black hair. Sure, he's great looking and he smells pretty good too but it's his sweetness and attentiveness that gives Charlie the in that he needs with the beautiful but stubborn Sadie Palmer.

Hi there. My name is Cortland Ashbury, and this is my story. Not my entire life story, mind you, so this won't take too long to read. I hope you like quickies.;) Honestly, I'm a bit surprised I landed a spot amongst the lovely Palmer ladies but here I am sandwiched between six of the prettiest women in Arizona. Not the prettiest though. No, Miss Polly-Anna Joyce Phillips is the prettiest woman in the world. Stubborn too. It took me two months to convince her that we were meant to be. Luckily, I'm a lawyer. I'm trained to argue. And win.

Keely Palmer hates cops. They're sneaky and rude--especially the hot ones. Like the one who gave her three tickets in the same day Keely Palmer is a menace. She drives like a bat out of hell and thinks, just because she's curvy and adorable, she can do whatever she wants. Well, Nick Martelli has news for that little spitfire... Not on his watch

MacKenzie Parker is no ordinary woman. She's quirky, klutzy, and would much rather be home eating her weight in cheesy puffs than hob-knobbing it with the rich and almost famous. Out of her element and her mind most of the time, MacKenzie is shocked when a sexy stranger gives her the best kiss of her life just as the ball drops on New Year's Eve. Sadly, she'll never know who he is because he kissed her and bolted. It doesn't matter that man is totally out of her league. Sam Stone is no ordinary man. He's an ex-marine and the head of his own security company. He's big, strong, and definitely not looking to settle down. That is until he spots the peculiar redhead while working a job at an extravagant New Year's Eve party. She's a rose among thorns. A true beauty with crystal-blue eyes, shiny auburn locks, and freckles that run rampant across the bridge of her nose. Or maybe it's her abundant curves or the fact that she's nothing like the rich, pretentious jerks at this party that draws him to her. All he knows is watching her has been the highlight of his evening. Whoever she is, she's one-of-a-kind, and a woman like her deserves to be kissed as the clock strikes midnight and Sam's just the man to do it. This book is intended for a mature audience--ages 18+. It is a stand-alone with a sexy hero and an HEA.

Quinn Maxwell. Student. Dork, And a woman in love with a guy who doesn't know she exists. Cooke Thompson. British. Hottie. Rugby Start. Chick Magnet. And a guy trying to FaceChat with his old mate Maxwell Quinn. Sure, it's a wrong number but sometimes, wrong ends up being so, so, right.

Sophie Kincaid faces age thirty knowing she'll never have her own happily-ever-after. Henry "Hank" Flynn is a foul-mouthed detective who knows all there is to know about solving crimes.Sophie doesn't believe a man like Henry Flynn would want her; Henry believes fate has brought them together. Fingers crossed fate wins because who doesn't love a happy ending?

Michael "Mick" Flynn is a crotchety old man, and he's only twenty-seven.Deciding to drink her sorrows away after realizing her work crush won't give her a second glance, Mick Flynn is the last person Veronica "Roni" McGonigall expects to draw into her pathetic life.Can Mick and Roni be more than friends?

I never used to think that there was such a thing as a stupid genius, but that opinion changed when I met Ernie Flynn. Ernie is smart to the Nth degree about nerdy stuff, but when it comes to women or even life, he's clueless. My name is Mary Claire Hammer, and I'm in love with that nerd. The trouble is, I'm also his best friend and roommate. I will always love Ernie Flynn. It just may not be the happily-ever-after kind of love.

David Flynn has it all. Fresh out of a marriage that was marred by infidelity (hers) and misery (his). Now he's got life by the cojones. Cassandra Darrow has it all. A job she likes and a boss she loves, I mean loves to work with.Cassie and David are a well-oiled machine--a team. At least that's what she thinks. That is until he lets her go without a second thought. Surely, it's not because of their little tryst in the alley outside his favorite pub. No way. David Flynn is better than that. Or maybe not.

I, Ernie Flynn, am irritated. The book before this one was supposed to be all about me. Hell, it was named after me, but my asshat baby brother ended up stealing the show. So, this little book is all about me--about me getting my shit together, about me figuring out that Kennedy Corcoran's my person, and about me working my ass off to convince that same Kennedy Corcoran that I'm her person too. It hasn't been easy because my woman is stubborn. And bossy. Oh, and dominant. Surprisingly, I've discovered the dominant side of my woman is hot as hell.

Beatrice Yousef is different. Maybe different isn't the right word. Quirky. Yeah, she's quirky. With her part-time jobs and hobbies, like her loved of dolphins and her cat Mr. Barnabus Nibblesworth, she barely has time to think of the male species. Ed Flynn is a stick in the mud. Or maybe he's just got a stick up his a**. Either way, the guy wouldn't know fun if it slapped him on the face because he's too busy being the responsible one, a big brother and his father's right-hand man. The thought of adding a woman to his plate, well, that's not in the cards for Ed. At first, all Ed can see in Bea is a clumsy, awkward girl whose uniform is ill-fitting and whose hair is a rat's nest. But, when she ends up in his arms, he feels something. And no, it's not the glass of red wine she just spilled on his shirt. It's something way better. It's too bad Ed can't seem to picture himself ever being happy let alone getting his own happily ever after.

Isabelle "Izzy" Harmon is home again. Literally. After landing her first teaching gig, Izzy has found herself sleeping in her old room on an ancient twin bed that squeaks whenever she moves. Sure, she loves Honeywell, Iowa but part of her wanted to move to civilization rather than return to her old life after graduating from college. Farm life is in her blood but so is the man who lives next door. It's too bad he never saw her as more than his best friend's little sister. It's true what they say... distance makes the heart grow fonder and four years away did nothing to quell the way Izzy's heart rate doubles whenever he's nearby. She hoped to get over it, but things don't always work out the way we hope. Nashville "Nash" Watson never left. His goal of playing baseball in the majors flew out the window the second he found out he was going to be a father. No regrets, though, because Nash figured he'd return to Honeywell, Iowa to farm his family's land. It was the only thing he knew for sure. Well, that and he's never falling for another woman again. Ever.

Luke Green is surly, salty, and hot as hell. You'd think the first two qualities would turn a girl off. On the contrary, Luke has his pick of the ladies. Not long term, though. He's got no desire for anything meaningful. That is until he's introduced to Tayler Sorenson, a self-proclaimed "Forever Girl". Who, even after her long-term relationship ends badly, isn't willing to change who she is. Not even for the man of her dreams. Friendship seems to be the only route for the pair even though the time they spend together will test their will. But, it could be worse. It can always be worse.