Going deep: In football it means running down the field for a long pass. You’re serious. Committed. Unstoppable. As a wide receiver, it’s a term I’m all too familiar with. It’s who I am, at least when it comes to my career.
For the past decade, football has been the only thing I’ve allowed myself to commit to. That is until a beautiful, blue-eyed temptress steps into my limo to escort me to a charity function.
She’s strong, independent, and quick witted. Everything I want in a woman. There’s just one problem. She’s not mine for the taking. But that’s not going to stop me from winning her heart.
I’m in deep with this woman. I’m running down the field with my arms and heart open, ready for the catch. Now all I need is for her to throw the ball.
Everyone knows there are two types of people in this world: those who participate in sex studies, and those who don’t.
At first, second, and third glance it would appear that I, Tessa Stewart, professional wallflower, adventure non-seeker, risk avoider, party animal (if that animal is a respectable sloth who doesn’t make much noise and goes to sleep promptly at nine pm), the girl who is remembered by all her collegiate peers of four years as ‘Who?’, would fall squarely onto the side of ‘No’ in the sex study dichotomy.
So when my best friend accidentally sent me the link to apply for participation in a high paying sex study requiring one girl and three guys, he apologized. I wasn’t that ‘type’ of girl, after all.
But what he didn’t know was that I was done being any ‘type’ of girl.
I was done being the ‘quiet one’ who was in love with her best friend, fantasized about her hot yoga instructor, and despite loathing her Neanderthal drumming neighbor, couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I was done fitting into this box or that so easily. I was tired of being the Tessa Stewart who would never, ever participate in a sex study.
I wanted to see, for just once in my life, what it would be like to be the Tessa Stewart who did.
One minute, we’re living the dream. The next, her baby shower explodes and she’s kidnapped by terrorists.
Callie Lucky’s nightmares have morphed into day-terrors. He’s drinking, too, which isn’t at all like him . He says he wants to reenlist but, in his condition, he’ll surely get killed. I can’t lose him, not after all we’ve gone through.
Will this couple survive his PTSD or will they crumble, forever regretting what could-have-been?
Disguising herself as a boy in order to board a longboat headed north seemed to Princess Ingrid like a good way to escape being married off against her will, until her deception was discovered. Now three battle-hardened Vikings are set on teaching her a stern lesson, and stripping the princess bare for a painful, humiliating spanking is just the beginning of their plans for her.
Though the punishment infuriates Ingrid, her body’s response to the shameful chastisement is undeniable, and when she is claimed for the first time she cannot help crying out with pleasure. But the princess will not belong to just one of these fearsome warriors. They plan to share her, and she will soon learn what it means to be both thoroughly used and well and truly mastered.
Publisher’s Note:Shared by the Vikings includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Curvy candlestick maker Jasmine Candler isn’t looking for love. She’s content with her life working at the Bear Claw Bakery, staying out of trouble, but when she runs into alpha lumberjacks John and Thomas, all bets are off. Fate’s filled the tub and lit the candles. Will Jasmine slip under the bubbles and rub-a-dub-dub her bad boy bears, or will she just end up with pruny toes? When a rumor goes around that the pop-up-shop Jasmine is running was actually the home of a local serial killer, what will Jasmine do to stop the gossip from scaring away customers?
Jasmine’s the resident candlestick maker at the Bear Claw Bakery, making everything from birthday candles to scented pillar candles and fancy jar candles. Jasmine’s about to learn that the only power strong enough to mold the sticky wax of true love is Fate. This curvy BBW is Fate’s latest target…along with two lumber bears and one big, hot tub of bubbles. Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble, will the two bears win over Jasmine as a double?
It’s shift-or-treat…
When Grizzlyfir Crew lumberjack John Dallas scents Jasmine, he knows the curvy bakery worker is his fated mate. Jasmine’s as sweet and thick as her candles. That’s how John knows Jasmine is his true love. All he has to do is convince her that he’s her fairytale prince…just in a ratty flannel shirt and rust bucket instead of on a white horse, wearing shining armor. The only problem is, they’ve gotten off on the wrong foot…so how will he earn her hand?
The last place bad boy Thomas Colmer expects to find his fated mate is at the frikkin’ Bear Claw Bakery. When he sees her talking to his rival, this muscular grizzly knows he’s going to have to fight to win his mate, but his rival might just reveal his secret. Can this Hemlock Crew werebear convince Jasmine he’s more than just a lumberjackass?
There will be a sacrifice at the witching hour–me.
Okay, so throwing a shoe and casting my laxative spell didn’t do me much good. Time to go to Plan B.
I’m a reincarnated Fate Witch and rightful Queen of the Royal Covens. None of that is why I’m going to get out of this, though. I’m a mortal-born witch in this lifetime, which means I’m scrappy as hell. I’ll use my strengths against their pride and get the Royal Covens to turn on each other. While they’re cat-fighting it out, I’ll use the opportunity to work together with my guys and make an epic escape.
To everyone’s surprise, Plan B worked! (Yeah, even I was surprised, I’ll admit it.) We head on over to an underground retreat for vampires who royally pissed off the Royal Covens (see what I did there?). Anyway, they’re all really nice and accepting except for this super hot vampire named Tiros. His first reaction when he sees me is to give me the bird. Yeah, he’s awesome like that.
Behind all that brooding and crudeness, Tiros is hiding something. Well, he’s a master thief, so he’s always hiding something, but I think he knows something about my past. I’ll charm it out of him. Because yeah, I’m charming. Totally.
Compelled: Royal Covens Book 2 is a medium-burn reverse harem romance and part of a 3-book series.
Life can change in the blink of an eye, even for a powerful Bracadyte healer. Zaureth finds out the hard way when the northern band of Bracadytes storm Aukrabah, demanding blood and vengeance. With his home, his mate and his life suddenly thrust into danger, Zaureth has no choice but to resort to the one thing he hates the most: violence.
But this enemy is more powerful than any the Bracadytes have faced before; leaving Zaureth no choice but to awaken the beast within, or risk losing everything he’s come to love… including his bonded mate, Amy.
Ryley Duggan resented his family for forcing him home on his twenty-first birthday to perform another stupid fire ritual, instead of letting him go out and get shit-faced like normal people his age. He’d never believed in the stories his grandmother told him about the reason behind what they were doing. That was, until he walked outside to the bonfire to see bloodcurdling creatures that no Hollywood studio had ever come close to replicating, killing his family.
Since an early age, Eirik had one job, to protect the ancestors of the one who’d cursed him and his friends. It hadn’t been what he’d ever imagined for his life, but after nearly a millennia Eirik had learned one thing, life never went as planned. Never had that been truer than when he’d rescued Ryley from certain death.
Now the two must learn to work together to save humanity. Will all be lost? Or will they discover a way to heal their hearts by opening themselves up to love?
WARNING: Unseelie monsters run amok in this story!
It all started at the pool party. He was there, I was there, and our friends thought we’d be perfect for each other.
Not only is Tom McCullin a hockey player on my favorite team, he’s also a gorgeous, glove-dropping defenseman straight out of my wildest fantasies. He’s almost too good to be true.
His teammates call him Micky, but to me he’s Tom. And damn it all if the chemistry between us doesn’t wind up being amazing. Turns out we can’t keep our hands off each other, but it’s our secret. We’re not ready to share what we have with anyone else.
So, while our friends keep wondering why things aren’t happening between us, little do they know that I’m already…
Kissing Micky.
*****Review*****
I loved this book, oh and the character Micky was amazing, I’ve only read a few Sports Romances and mind you this book is a Hockey Romance, Micky was by far my favorite and my first ever Hockey Romance, would love to read more by this Author Ellen Devlin… 5 STARS
Nice to meet you. I’m Beau Bliss, and I don’t just throw parties at the resort I own with my brothers: I am the party.
…right up until the event that will go down as Disaster of the Year.
Now we’re playing defense, and I’m playing it hardest of all. Damage control has arrived in the form of prim, proper, uptight Claire Cashmore…and she’s ready to shut it all down.
If I want to keep my job, I have to charm her. Claire is determined not to be charmed.
If I want to win her over, I’m going to need more than my signature cocktail. A lot more.
With time running out, I have to pull out all the stops. Even the ones I’d rather keep firmly between the sheets.
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