Heather M Orgeron

Korie Potter's got goals. Goals that do not include following in her mother's footsteps. Rock stars and the life of the rich and famous? Yeah... not interested. She likes her heart in one piece, thank you very much. Until a weekend of booze and bad decisions at camp Pour Judgment finds her fake-engaged to country music's most notorious bad boy, Rhett Taylor, and completely at his mercy.You see, Korie Potter's also got a dream, and her new "fianc " just may have the connections to make it come true.

Briggs, Remember when we parted ways in Germany? It was the day I broke your heart. What you didn't know was that I was breaking mine too.I thought the

Doppelbanger; A person who bangs someone solely because they look similar to another person they want to bang. At thirty-five, Gina Bourque is still playing the field. If he's single, in his early twenties with dark hair and brooding eyes, there's a damn good chance you'll find him in her little black book. Jeffrey Ryan never imagined that at nearly forty he'd find himself widowed and a single dad. But here he is-stumbling through this thing called life with two impressionable daughters watching his every move. When Gina and Jeffrey meet while cruising the Caribbean, sparks fly and not in a good way. He's too old. Too blond. Too stiff. Yet she's still drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She's too vulgar. Too sassy. Too wild. But she ignites something inside of him he can't ignore. We all know what happens when you play with fire. . . someone's bound to get burned.

Doppelbanger; A person who bangs someone solely because they look similar to another person they want to bang.At thirty-five, Gina Bourque is still playing the field. If he's single, in his early twenties with dark hair and brooding eyes, there's a damn good chance you'll find him in her little black book.Jeffrey Ryan never imagined that at nearly forty he'd find himself widowed and a single dad. But here he is-stumbling through this thing called life with two impressionable daughters watching his every move.When Gina and Jeffrey meet while cruising the Caribbean, sparks fly and not in a good way. He's too old. Too blond. Too stiff. Yet she's still drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She's too vulgar. Too sassy. Too wild. But she ignites something inside of him he can't ignore.We all know what happens when you play with fire. . . someone's bound to get burned.

Doppelbanger; A person who bangs someone solely because they look similar to another person they want to bang.At thirty-five, Gina Bourque is still playing the field. If he's single, in his early twenties with dark hair and brooding eyes, there's a damn good chance you'll find him in her little black book.Jeffrey Ryan never imagined that at nearly forty he'd find himself widowed and a single dad. But here he is-stumbling through this thing called life with two impressionable daughters watching his every move.When Gina and Jeffrey meet while cruising the Caribbean, sparks fly and not in a good way. He's too old. Too blond. Too stiff. Yet she's still drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She's too vulgar. Too sassy. Too wild. But she ignites something inside of him he can't ignore.We all know what happens when you play with fire. . . someone's bound to get burned.

I fell in love with my best friend but he didn't love me back.Sounds like a cheesy line from a country song, right? Too bad it's the story of my life.I thought that I'd moved on, swore he was the one.But that facade began to fade in the flash of a half-carat diamond ring.Now years later, here I am, running back to the boy who broke my adolescent heart, hoping that just maybe, he'll be the one to piece it back together.....I fell in love with my best friend while she fell in love with him.Ironically, it was my own damn fault. I practically served her up on a silver platter.So I turned to my second love, basketball, moving across the country to escape.For years, I've been sitting on the sidelines watching, waiting.Now it's time to make my move.No more fouling out.This time, I'm going to score.

Boomerangers boo-muh-rang-ers] noun, informal: an adult that moves back home to live with a parent after a period of independence.SpencerI love sex. I love the power, the intimacy, the euphoria it brings. Too bad I'm not having any . . . You'd think as New Orleans' most renowned sex therapist that I'd be swimming in single men. In a way, I am . . . except for the fact that one is in diapers and the other two are drowning in preteen hormones. As a single mother of three, my days are devoted to my clients and my kids, and my nights are spent with Fabio, my trusty vibrator. When my world begins to unravel, I have no choice but to move back home. And when my high school sweetheart comes waltzing back into my life, comedy and chaos ensue.What can I say? I never said I could pick 'em, but you can bet your ass I know how to fix 'em.CooperAs soon as the ink dried on my divorce papers, I made myself a solemn vow: I was done with relationships. Moving home to take over my father's firm was the plan, until Spencer decided to return, along with three souvenirs from the life she's lived without me. I've been in love with the girl next door for nearly all of my life; the rest was spent trying to forget her. I'd give almost anything for a second chance with her, but I have no time for distractions-especially the kind that involve diapers, bottles, and eighteen-year commitments. The problem is, she's already got me by the balls . . . and I'm beginning to feel the noose tightening around my heart.*Intended for readers 18+

Boomerangers boo-muh-rang-ers] noun, informal: an adult that moves back home to live with a parent after a period of independence.SpencerI love sex. I love the power, the intimacy, the euphoria it brings. Too bad I'm not having any . . . You'd think as New Orleans' most renowned sex therapist that I'd be swimming in single men. In a way, I am . . . except for the fact that one is in diapers and the other two are drowning in preteen hormones. As a single mother of three, my days are devoted to my clients and my kids, and my nights are spent with Fabio, my trusty vibrator. When my world begins to unravel, I have no choice but to move back home. And when my high school sweetheart comes waltzing back into my life, comedy and chaos ensue.What can I say? I never said I could pick 'em, but you can bet your ass I know how to fix 'em.CooperAs soon as the ink dried on my divorce papers, I made myself a solemn vow: I was done with relationships. Moving home to take over my father's firm was the plan, until Spencer decided to return, along with three souvenirs from the life she's lived without me.I've been in love with the girl next door for nearly all of my life; the rest was spent trying to forget her. I'd give almost anything for a second chance with her, but I have no time for distractions-especially the kind that involve diapers, bottles, and eighteen-year commitments.The problem is, she's already got me by the balls . . . and I'm beginning to feel the noose tightening around my heart.

Boomerangers boo-muh-rang-ers] noun, informal: an adult that moves back home to live with a parent after a period of independence.SpencerI love sex. I love the power, the intimacy, the euphoria it brings. Too bad I'm not having any . . . You'd think as New Orleans' most renowned sex therapist that I'd be swimming in single men. In a way, I am . . . except for the fact that one is in diapers and the other two are drowning in preteen hormones. As a single mother of three, my days are devoted to my clients and my kids, and my nights are spent with Fabio, my trusty vibrator. When my world begins to unravel, I have no choice but to move back home. And when my high school sweetheart comes waltzing back into my life, comedy and chaos ensue.What can I say? I never said I could pick 'em, but you can bet your ass I know how to fix 'em.CooperAs soon as the ink dried on my divorce papers, I made myself a solemn vow: I was done with relationships. Moving home to take over my father's firm was the plan, until Spencer decided to return, along with three souvenirs from the life she's lived without me.I've been in love with the girl next door for nearly all of my life; the rest was spent trying to forget her. I'd give almost anything for a second chance with her, but I have no time for distractions-especially the kind that involve diapers, bottles, and eighteen-year commitments.The problem is, she's already got me by the balls . . . and I'm beginning to feel the noose tightening around my heart.

Vivienne Guilt...Like a cancer, it festers, slowly stealing your life bit by painful bit.What do you do when you have betrayed the love of your life but he is no longer there to grant you forgiveness? How do you carry the weight of your gravest mistake knowing there is no way to atone for it?I've made a terrible choice-one that can't be undone.Hiding this secret is eating me alive.But if it ever came out?If it were ever discovered?It would destroy everything.ReidThey say you always want what you can't have.From the moment I laid eyes on Vivienne Parker, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I want to believe that I'm better than this-that I wouldn't cross that line-but deep down, I know if I were ever given a chance, there's no way in hell I'd refuse.She's my uncle's wife, so why does it feel as if she is mine?***For ages 18+ due to adult language and sexual content.***