Her job is to keep an eye on the sexy contractor. Problem is, she can’t keep her eyes off him. This is my dream job. Free room and board at a resort center, plus I’m being paid. All I have to do is keep an eye on the hunky contractor who was hired to renovate the place. Soon, that becomes a problem, though. How can I get my work done when all I can do is think about him? And when he convinces me to stray outside of my comfort zone, he captures my heart. Maybe this job isn’t the only great thing about Rosewood Ridge. Stuck with the Mountain Man is an OTT age gap romance featuring an ...

A forced proximity, age gap romance between a damaged ex-military hero and the curvy girl who hooks his heart. She’s too young, too innocent and too damn happy… But I can’t get the quirky, curvy Hailey out of my head. When she’s forced to spend a night in my cabin, she’ll find out just how damaged I am. I faced the enemy in Iraq, but it’s nothing compared to the raw vulnerability I feel when Hailey holds my heart in her hands. Can she see past the scars, the limp, and the age gap, or was it pity that brought her to my bed? Loved by the Mountain Man is a forced proximity, ex-...

One visit to my father in prison—convicted for a murder he didn't commit—and I've attracted the attention of the last man I'd ever want knowing that I exist.

Some women just have it - that combination of stunning looks and sexual confidence that brings men to their knees. Not me. My last boyfriend once fell asleep while we were...you know. Not my proudest moment. And my crush on my hot, arrogant, and oh-so-unattainable CEO? Never going to happen. But one night, after too much wine, I find myself online, creating a profile for a sex kitten called SweetVixen. Safe behind my computer screen, I'm suddenly the seductive goddess of my wildest imagination.

It started as a normal birthday celebration. Was there wine? Of course. Did I let loose with my best friends? Absolutely. Did I have one glass too many and follow a tattooed bad boy into a bar? Cue mortification. I don't do reckless, or wild nights of hot sex. Correction: I didn't used to. I also didn't plan to drunk-email my boss and quit my soul-sucking job, leaving me in a financial mess. But I'm churning those lemons into lemonade! I'm chasing my dream job at San Francisco's hottest restaurant. Guess who shows up as my competition? None other than my tattooed bad decision.