If his grandsons don’t settle down soon, he’ll sell controlling interest in the family business. After losing a coin toss to his twin brother, Zach, Cole's gotta go first. On the hunt for a bride, Cole crashes a high society wedding and comes face-to-face with his high school pal, Tess Morgan. The formerly shy, overweight bookworm is no longer the pushover who did Cole’s homework for him. At the reception, Tess goads him into a game of pool. Just to keep things interesting, Cole suggests a wager. If he wins, she must help him find the perfect woman to wed. Losing the bet is one thing, but playing matchmaker for the heartthrob who still causes her pulse to race is another matter entirely. Does Tess stand a chance of convincing Cole that she’s the one he’s been waiting for all along?

     But Alexandre has a dark side. His name is Xan Valentine, and he’s the rock star front man for Killer Valentine. He’s famous, but his paparazzi-dogged lifestyle might get Georgie killed.

    Isabel Chapel is scared spitless. She’s losing clients faster than broncos toss cowboys at the Calgary Stampede. Tuition is due for her daughters, the advance for her second book is already spent… she can’t afford to lose her practice. Reluctantly, she agrees to some ‘field study’… just to observe… One buff psych student … Tray Taylor is a studious and buff farmer who just returned to university after working the farm during his father’s illness. Despite his killer looks and winning charm, he doesn’t have much confidence with women and he’s determined to find a teacher – his own personal Mrs. Robinson… One Hookup is all they need … When Isabel arrives at The Shore – a club with a certain reputation for older women and younger men – she’s not sure she can go through with it. But when she meets Tray, sparks fly, tempers flare, and she finds herself way outside her comfort zone … She needs to get more in touch with her sexual side. He needs to learn more about pleasuring women. In one night, they both get what they need. But will one night be enough for them to get what they want? Warning: Hot dancing, public seduction, and no holds barred horizontal mambo. Ready to get hooked up?

    Ace Bosse has always found solace at home, but when she returns for the summer from college she builds an unexpected relationship with the reckless Max Miller. Three years ago, Max left for Alaska to find what he thought he’d lost, but now he realizes just how much he left behind. Max teaches Ace that sometimes a little crazy is exactly what life needs while learning that some chances are worth taking, regardless of the risks. But how do you know when you’ve met the right person? And will they be prepared to experience one of life’s biggest obstacles? Falling in love isn’t easy, but holding on to it is where the real challenge lies.

    Linde’s Wright with Benefits… I can’t tear my eyes away from the stranger.He’s too hot for this small town. Too polished for this seedy bar. And a hundred percent my type. Tall, dark, and handsome in a suit with brooding eyes that say he’d lay waste to my body. And I’d let him.Our connection is immediate. The desire is blatant. I’ve never felt anything like it.Then I make the mistake of a lifetime: I let him walk out.I’m still kicking myself when I show up to my best friend’s Wright family pool party. I walk outside and stop dead.He’s here.And he’s a Wright cousin.My best friend’s brothers are off limits, but she never said anything about her cousin.

    I was angry; I admit it. I love my MC brothers, but they couldn’t understand. I could still ride a bike, allowing me to stay in the club, but I could no longer compete. Drummer decided to give me something else to think about, and temporarily gave me some distance from Tucson. It was a simple enough task—make my way, of necessity slowly, to Utah, and check that chapter out. Sure, the Utah club was friendly enough and never hesitated to support other chapters, but they were secretive. Drummer’s instruction was to discover what went on behind closed doors, and for me to return with the assurance they were following the Satan’s Devils rules and regulations. The time on the road would give me a chance to clear my head, my welcome assured at my destination as they wore the same patch on their backs. Then I’d return home, hopefully with my mood improved.Neither Drummer nor I had anticipated the mishaps along the route, nor that there was a possibility I might not make it back alive.