Kirjahaku

It's only a game... until someone gets hurt. In a town known for the macabre and bizarre, it didn't provide many options for women outside of marriage. Working as a maid in a themed hotel hadn't been my dream, but at least I got to do it with my two best friends-Lacey and Joy. To help with the boredom of living in a town with no future, we started a game.Select three people and cast them into their lots-to f*ck, steal from, or kill. At first, it was all hypothetical, but after an accidental murder, it became so much more.It became our escape. And with it, the birth of the XOXO killer and a way out of Foolshope for good.But when three gorgeous guys snagged my attention, it appeared our luck had finally run out. Someone was after us. It looked like we'd discovered another way out of this town after all-in a body bag.One thing was certain: we would be leaving this town-either as another foolish victim of hope or covered in the blood of our enemies.Go ahead, underestimate us, and see which list you end up on.XOXO

It was the curveball I never saw coming. The only thing worse than almost dying as a child... surviving. Now, hear me out. I was very much happy to be alive. It was the constant need to feel grateful for something I had no control over... that grated on me.I'd become so passive in my own life that when my boyfriend proposed, I couldn't remember what I liked about him outside of his dimple. I mean, it was cute. But enough to marry someone? Nah.I hadn't meant to be a runaway bride, but here I was, all dressed in white and escaping the baseball diamond like my life depended on it. Just a good old cleat retreat.Landing in my brother's best friend's car was a nice surprise. Spending the next twenty-four hours with him...even better. Maybe I could convince him to rid me of my pesky virginity once and for all. Besides, I knew the score, and he never played for keeps. He was the one who'd coined the term cleat retreat in the first place.A virginal bride and a grumpy, tatted baseball player sharing one bed. What could possibly go wrong?

Secrets. Hidden Pasts. Mistakes. I was tired of pretending I had it all together. I was ready to do whatever it took to redeem myself. I just hadn't expected them to be part of the equation. This beautiful omnibus contains: Stiletto SinsLipstick LiesBonus ContentAll new formatting in the paperbackStiletto Sins blurb (Book 1): These shoes were made for more than just walking.I didn't belong.Not with the things I'd done. Not with my past.To move forward, I needed to finish what I'd started all those years ago. I had to face him. My only barrier to the life I wanted was me, and it was time to face the sins of my youth instead of running.Except now, I had to run.My family wouldn't understand, and I knew this would hurt, but I was out of options. If I didn't do this now, I'd always be wondering, waiting for him to strike. It was time for me to strike first.So, I would be selfish just this once and find him, take him down, and make him pay.At one time, he'd been my salvation until he became my damnation. My sins were dark, my spirit broken, but I was no longer weak.It was time I remembered who I'd been. It was time I returned to Oblivion. This time, my stilettos wouldn't just be sinful. No, this time, they'd be deadly.

Is it better to swing and miss or never get up to bat? Growing up a baseball princess had taught me a few things: - One, the only truly scary thing about ball players was their superstitions.- Second, baseball always came first. It was their one true love.- And third, never take your eye off the ball, or you just might get pitch-slapped.The past three years I'd been licking my wounds in Greece after I ran away from my wedding, and somehow forgot all three.Too bad the baseball gods weren't as forgetful. Lured back home by my brother with the perfect job opportunity to photograph the YellowJackets baseball team, and I had no clue I'd step up to bat before even entering the stadium.And the pitches just kept coming.Strike one-a plane-night stand ghosting after being stranded in a storm.Strike two-a grumpy ex who coincidentally was my brother's best friend.Foul Ball-a mistaken text with two players saved me from striking out completely, especially when it turned into a sexy exploration.But there was no doubt I had a full count and only one swing away from striking out.My first mistake was taking my eye off the ball; the second was believing I'd ever come before baseball. But most grievous of all, learning that the scariest thing about ball players wasn't their superstitions...No, it was falling in love with them.