Tia Louise

We promised our love was forever. A decade later, two little blue lines might settle the score.You've heard of those kids who peak in high school?Meet my love life.Garrett Bradford was mine from the moment we saw each other in ninth grade.Even then, he was a six-foot-four mountain of muscles with bright blue eyes, a wide grin, and a way with his hands.He was the high school football star, and I was the dance team captain.We were the storybook clich ... until we weren't.Now he's the most famous offensive lineman in the league, and I'm a buttoned-up, ultra-professional lawyer.My dancing days are over, and my carefully controlled life is a mess.Infertility killed my marriage, or that's what I told myself. Infertility and a cheating ex.And my inability to get over Garrett Bradford.One reckless night at his little sister's wedding is only supposed to be a reunion, a trip down memory lane to a time when life was happier.Six weeks later, I'm staring at a positive pregnancy test wondering, How did this happen?I figure I'm on my own until Garrett overhauls his life, moves back to our small town, and shows up every day to massage my feet and hold my hair when I barf and go with me to all my doctor's appointments.Our situation has an end date, just like it did so many years ago.Unless this little score changes the game and gives us the second chance I thought we'd lost.

He's a grumpy, retired kicker who says he only breaks things. I'm a thirty-year-old virgin with something he can break (and I don't mean my heart)... How does one get to be a thirty-year-old virgin?In my case, start with being risk-averse and cautious, focused on building your career, then inherit your 12-year-old, special-needs brother. Done Zane Bradford appeared at the perfect time. He takes my brother to equine therapy, he gives me rides to work, and he rescues me when I collapse in the shower. (Yes, he saw me naked.)He says he only breaks things, but I only see him fixing everything. Heck, his job is as a repair man.This grumpy, angry god with lean muscles, silky dark hair, and ice blue eyes has taken himself out of the game. But massage therapy is my job, and I'm ready to play.Rachel Wells is ruining everything.She walks into my workplace and argues with me, talks back, defends herself.She gives me romance books to "improve my mood," and insists on massage therapy to ease my pain.Chronic pain isn't my problem-she is, with her bright green eyes and sassy attitude.Then she tells me she's never been kissed. (What's wrong with the men in Birmingham?)The more she tempts me, the more I feel my resolve weakening.She wants to play, but I'm not going to break.(THE WAY WE PLAY is a small-town, grumpy-sunshine, sports romance with close proximity, enemies-to-lovers vibes, and a virgin FMC, and an over-protective alpha hero. No cheating. No cliffhanger. No third-act breakup.)

My brother's best friend might be a cocky wide receiver with an ego the size of Texas, but I swear I did not mean to almost kill him with a ghost pepper.Logan Murphy should come with a warning.He's as hot as a Carolina Reaper on black asphalt in the middle of July.With perfectly messy dark hair and smoldering blue eyes-and don't even get me started on the way that black tee stretches across his toned chest...He's my brother's best friend.He's also a football star on track to win the first wide-receiver MVP in league history.Good thing I only date golfers... or I did.Good thing he's only visiting for a month, because the more I see he's not a player, the harder it is to block him from running away with my heart.I've always loved football, but after eight years pro, everything about it leaves me cold.So when I agree to head south with my best friend, the last thing I expect is to have my face melted off by his pepper-loving little sister.Dylan Bradford was supposed to be a kid, not a feisty pinup who looks at me like she's never seen a man before.She's all curves and cutoffs, bare feet dancing in the warm summer night, But I'm only in town a month, and she doesn't date football players.Then late-night talks turn to sharing past hurts and future dreams, and shy looks turn to confident kisses.The heat between us can't be denied. It's spicy and sweet, and it melts us together.Until the way we touch becomes more than friendly-it's forever.

I wasn't planning to propose to Raif Jones, the bad boy from the wrong side of town.The one with the tattooed muscles, naughty blue eyes, and dimpled, James-Dean grin.You see, it all started with a series of bad decisions.First was flirting with a dangerous criminal to rescue a little girl I didn't even know.Second was throwing a massive, masked gala in my small-town hideout (complete with drag queens) and not expecting to draw attention...Then Raif rode in on a motorcycle and melted my undies (and my heart), saying he wouldn't let anybody hurt me.Of course, I asked him to marry me.Imagine my surprise when he said yes.We're a little naughty and a lot hot, and the perks of being married are very... perky.They're perky in the shower, on the kitchen table, against the front door...Until Bad Decision #1 tracks me down (thanks to Bad Decision #2), and my outlaw husband turns Alpha Protector, risking everything to keep us safe.It's just a marriage of convenience. It's supposed to have an end date.But when the dust settles, walking away from Raif Jones could be the worst decision I've ever made.

Adam Stone is not a saint.He's six-foot-two, naughty blue eyes, cocky grin, and a bod blessed by the gods.He's a surfer, a soldier, a pilot, and he's been my friend since I moved to our small town when we were just kids.But another man took my hand.He took my innocence, took my trust, and broke my heart.I was young. I didn't know love could be a weapon.I didn't know the hand that caressed you could also cut you.Now that man is dead, and I'm a single-mom survivor wearing a mask so perfect, no one knows the truth. Trust doesn't come easy, and surviving is a hard habit to break.But when a plumbing disaster leaves me homeless, one night in Adam Stone's (supposedly) empty bed changes everything.I've hidden my scars so long, I don't know how else to be, but I want to try.I'm in love with Adam Stone. I love every glance, every wink, every protective touch...He says he's different. He says he loves me and my son, and he wants to take care of us.I believe in this love.All I need is a little luck.

I never said I was engaged to Alex Stone (a.k.a., the richest man in Eureka)...My douchey ex just assumed I was, and I didn't correct him.You see, I was having a moment.I was out of work, out of money, and Alex had just offered me a lifeline by hiring me to be his live-in nanny for a month.So when Drake the douche starts going on about what a hot mess I am at my best friend's wedding, I kind of let him believe we were a thing.I never said the word fianc , and I definitely never expected Alex to play along.Alex Stone is one of those list-topping, billionaire businessmen-types.He's controlled, formal, and never makes a bad decision.He's also tall, dark, and brutally handsome, with smokey hazel eyes, wavy brown hair, and a bod that will melt your brain.(A detail I happen to know after accidentally catching him just out of the shower naked.)The plan is he'll secretly be my fake fianc for the night, no harm done.But when the douche stays longer than the wedding, our "engagement" stops being a secret.And when Alex decides there are things we should know how to do if we're engaged (like making out and sleeping together), my lie really gets out of control.Because it's one thing to be fake engaged to the hottest, richest man in town, who also happens to be your live-in boss. It's a little twist to find yourself falling in love with him.

Aiden Stone is a six-foot-two former Marine with a permanent scowl, dark hair, and dreamy blue eyes.He's the oldest of the Stone brothers, and his "by the book" family has battled mine for control of our small town for generations.The last thing I should do is sleep with him. Or nearly run him down with my truck. Especially since he's sort-of my new boss...It doesn't help that my grandmother (the mayor) is a former magician, and my mom is a psychic (sort-of)... And my dad died in a failed escape-artist attempt (that my mother is convinced was a murder).Trust me, I know crazy, but I'm just plain ole Britt Bailey, Shania Twain-loving, non-magical forensic photographer. Yes, I take pictures of dead things, but I don't see them in my bedroom at night.I only want to see one thing in my bedroom at night, and when I'm called home to help Sheriff Stone on an investigation, he actually stops frowning for a minute, and my teenage fantasies get very real. It's a terrible idea. We work together, he's seven years older than me, he's a single dad, he hates all things magic, but a little taste, and we can't say no.

I have one job: Get close and take him out. The problem is, I want more.I was barely five when I lost my brother; seven when my father was murdered.Overnight, I was taken by my mysterious uncle, grafted into a world of crime I didn't understand and couldn't escape.The first ten years, I did my best to blend in.The next four, I reinvented myself, growing stronger, searching for answers.Now I have one assignment-take down the man who knows our secrets.Professor Dirk Winston is my target, and I'm expected to be a good soldier, disguised as a good student.Only he's not the passive bookworm I expect.He's intense hazel eyes, ultra controlled, and focused on his work.But I've got plans of my own, and this handsome professor is going to do more than fulfill my assignment.He's going to help me get revenge.(FORBIDDEN is a small-town, student-professor romance with a thrilling twist. No cheating. No cliffhanger.)

Can you love what you can't touch?No touching.It's the only rule in this business, and trust me, with my money and power, "hands off" is not a problem.I don't need the women I employ to satisfy my needs...Until her.She's different than the other girls, innocent, intoxicating, impossibly seductive.I can't take my eyes off her, and it's not long before hot looks turn into hotter touches.I'm the boss, after all, I call the shots.And nothing's more fun than breaking the rules.I came to this country to pursue my dream... but it was a lie, a scam that quickly fell apart.Desperate, I took the only job I could with no work visa.They promised no one would know.They promised no touching.Until I saw him.Dark scruff shading an arrogant grin, lean muscles stretching expensive fabric, eyes like twilight sending electricity from my stomach to my toes.He's my boss, but the way he watches makes me do dirty things.For his eyes only, I'm uninhibited, experienced, a seductress.Only, our game turns dangerous when a watcher threatens everything, and my hands-on hero vows to save me.(FOR YOUR EYES ONLY is a STAND-ALONE, extra-spicy romantic suspense with forbidden touches, organized crime, and an untouched heroine. No cheating. No cliffhanger.)

Good girls are saved by princes, but my savior is a monster.After my father died and my family splintered, I became a target, a pawn in a game I didn't know I was playing.Then he appeared-dark, dangerous, tormented, and always just within reach.He makes me come alive. He makes me remember.He makes me feel something I lost years ago: Safe.And he thinks he can keep me at arm's length.Once upon a time I was a hero, until the sins of my father caught up with me, and I was forced into darkness.I should've died in that fire. Instead, I served evil men, until I risked it all by walking away.Now I'm a wanted man. At any time, I could be taken down for what I owe.What I don't expect to find in my hiding place is her-broken, beautiful, so damn tempting.I was hired to keep her safe. I shouldn't touch her with my filthy hands.But every day it gets harder, then she starts sneaking into my bed.Together, we're filthy, but together, we can find our way through the flames.(FILTHY is a stand-alone, bodyguard, romantic suspense novel. It contains a fierce, wounded protector and the damaged young woman he's hired to save. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)

He's intense, he's fearless, and he'll stop at nothing to save her.My job is to protect the innocent, but Blake van Hamilton has never been innocent.With killer curves, silky brown hair, and silvery-blue eyes, she's been an inconvenient object of my lust since we were teens.Now I've been hired to guard her against a band of criminals who want her money, and maybe even her life.Still, I'm the last person she wants helping her.Blake van Hamilton hates me, but it won't stop me from doing my job.Hutch Winston may be sexy as hell, but I won't fall for his white knight-protector act.Not since he used it to ruin my life at sixteen.But when my best friend turns up dead and my uncle goes missing, Hutch is my only option.Moving into his family estate is the real test.It gets worse when I accidentally see him naked in the shower, moaning my name.I have to keep my head and my heart in line-not to mention my body.Every part of me wants him in every possible way.I may be fearless, but how I feel about him scares me most of all.(FEARLESS is a stand-alone, romantic suspense novel. It contains an insanely hot hero and the curvy, feisty socialite he's hired to protect. It's hate-to-love, organized crime, and a forced-proximity situation that sets it all ablaze. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)

Taron Rhodes was my brother's best friend.He was sexy as sin.But he was more than that...He was ponytail-pulling, ice down your shirt teasing, throw you in the lake screaming...Strong, tanned arms and blue-green eyes over a heart-stopping, naughty grin...Did I mention his tight end?I gave him my first real kiss, my heart, my everything.I said I'd wait for him...I'm still waiting, because Taron Rhodes is still the man of my dreams, And I have a secret that has his blue-green eyes.Noel LaGrange stole my heart when she was only eighteen-pushing me off a flatbed and calling me a city slicker.Her brother Sawyer would kick my ass if he knew how many times we made out that summer, how close we got.Everything changed when Sawyer and I joined the military.We were honorably discharged, but I didn't go to her.Instead, I went back to the city... where no amount of money, no amount of pills can heal this wound.Only her whiskey eyes and dark hair, her slim arms and her sweet scent, give me hope.I broke her heart just as surely as I broke mine, but I'm going back to make it right.If she's still waiting...(WAIT FOR ME is a STAND-ALONE second-chance, military romance with a guaranteed HEA. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)