At least it does in my world. Looks like my world is changing for the better. That’s if I can convince her that the heat between us is more than just the aftereffects of the fire.BreeI’ve been alone and struggling for so long and I hoped my move to Mountain View would be a fresh start. Now my daughter and I have lost of everything we owned while finding a hero in the process. Things are starting to smolder between Huck and I but will the flames extinguish as fast as they took.

    Now she’s realizing that not just her marriage was boring, beige and transitional, and she’s in over her head.Luckily, Chris the hot young handyman is teaching her how to screw, drill, and hammer—and also how to use her power tools.Together they’re updating her wiring and unclogging her pipes. But when Sarah worries that she’s treating Chris like her own personal power tool, what will she do? Will she pull the plug? This sexy 25,000-word novella features adults in adult situations and using adult language.

    He lets women believe what they think they see. It’s easier that way. No woman would want the truth he’s never shared. Lara Lamb is sailing away from what she thought she wanted. Because she wanted the wrong things and always for the wrong reason. Lara sees Morgan for what he is: a rich, shallow Peter Pan who happens to have a cute monkey. Trouble is she’s only right about the monkey. She’s everything Morgan never wanted. She makes the easy way look like the coward’s way. Ready to take the chance, Morgan struggles with how to let Lara closer than anyone’s ever been. Will his unspeakable wounds be too deep for her to bear?

    I knew I had to be in your class. I knew I had to be… Yours. As an Accounting student, Rae Jackson has never cared much for poetry, but that all changes when she hears Dr. Connagher’s distinctive voice quoting some dead dude in the hallway. One look at his face, and she falls. Hard. Piercing blue eyes. Craggy face she could study for hours. And the forearms of a warrior. She can’t sign up for his infamous class fast enough. At least he doesn’t teach Calculus. But an unknown student can’t hide for long in an upper-graduate English class. He calls her to his office, and all she can think about is that gorgeous cherry desk while his rumbling voice rolls her deeper into her fantasies. Oh yes, Dr. Connagher. I’ve been a very naughty student indeed.