Luci has big ones and they don't include getting laid. She's got scholarships to maintain, a grueling schedule of classes and soccer practice, and no room for nonsense. So when her captain makes it clear that the guys' team is off limits, it's not a problem... Until she meets Ryan. Star forward on the guys' soccer team. Hotter than should be legally allowed. And worst of all...her team captain's ex. When Ryan talks Luci into being his partner in Spanish class, he makes her want things that could set all her big plans on fire. Things like Ryan, naked in her bed, naked in the locker room, naked on the quad...so much naked. She shouldn't want him, but a girl can only have so much restraint when temptation throws a drool-inducing six-pack in your face and kisses in a way that makes breathing seem optional. Dating Ryan was never Luci's plan, but plans can change. Is this hot jock worth risking everything she's worked for? Goal Keeper is a laugh-out-loud standalone full of swoon-worthy, forbidden romance. Drop your plans and start reading today!

    Now we're married! Olivia Gage Carter is the poster boy for rude, rugged, and obnoxious. He’s the town’s mechanic. When he’s not giving me a hard time about my car, he’s mocking my city girl ways. He's a small town roughneck with a dirty reputation and a mouth to match. I'm a city girl. We go together like champagne and whiskey. People told me he was trouble. But that didn’t stop me from craving his filthy promises that make my blood pound for hours. Or having full body shivers whenever he says my name. This joy ride’s gone too far. Now we’re married—by accident—no less. The town’s most ineligible bachelor is my husband. Oh, and I’m pregnant. —— Gage The last thing I need is a wife… Especially a high-maintenance one like Olivia Stewart. I’ve got no patience for a demanding, feisty city girl who thinks she can walk into my business and order me around. But now that I’ve tasted her, I can’t get her out of my mind. She may be a burr in my side but she’s as sweet as honey. When she’s not driving me crazy, she’s driving me wild. One problem: Some puffed-up rich boy from San Francisco thinks she’s his, and he’ll make my life hell if I don’t give her up. Good luck with that. I can’t be bought, and I’m not giving up my wife and baby. He wants a fight? This means war.