christan blyav y.r

My name is Cassidy Porter.... My father, Paul Isaac Porter, was convicted 20 years ago for the brutal murder of a dozen innocent girls. Though I was only eight years old at the time, I am aware-every day of my life-that I am his child, his only son. To protect the world from the poison in my veins, I live a quiet life, off the grid, away from humanity. I promised myself, and my mother, not to infect innocent lives with the darkness that swirls within me, waiting to make itself known. It's a promise I would have kept...if Brynn Cadogan hadn't stumbled into my life.

And my new intern is perfect for the job, though pretending to have a relationship with her might be a little taboo. Good thing I'm in charge. Being a self-made billionaire, I haven't spent much time looking for love. None actually. Lucky for me, it's fallen right into my lap. This pretty American girl has zero sense of direction, but a good heart and a sexy smile. I've always been smitten by a woman that needs rescuing, or so it seems. Something tells me that she might be more than I bargained for.

Nick Weaver is irresistibly handsome, cocky as hell, and positively oozes sex appeal—he should have come with a warning sign! I just wanted one unforgettable night with him. Little did I know that our chance encounter would result in two startling pink lines. After our night of unparalleled passion, I thought I’d never see him again. Until he shows up at my law office as my new client. When his very presence threatens the career I’ve worked so hard for, I have to reluctantly set firm boundaries and push him away. But, it’s so hard keeping our hands off each other. I’m paralyzed by...

Stephanie Pierson is fresh off a divorce from the man who has got to have the smallest dick in the world. After wasting ten years of her life with him and his hag of a mother who forgot where the scissors were and never got around to cutting the navel string, she’s had it with being a doormat. Now she’s free and on the prowl for anything nine inches or better. She has a promise to keep dang it, and he aims to keep it. She and her best friend have a pact. If they’re both single at thirty-five, one of them will find her a man to breed with, and the other will be the aunty. This way, ...

It all started with a bet. When my young son inherited half of his great grandfather’s historic inn, I decided to move us both to the place where I grew up. Notice I said half of the Inn. The other half now belonged to Levi Miller, the famous quarterback who had other ideas about what we should do with the property. We won’t mention that I accidentally injured him during our first meeting, causing him to get eight stitches. You could say we got off on the wrong foot. We bickered a lot as we both moved into the property while we figured things out.

Jude "Lucky" Lucketti wasn't just a sexy, brooding construction worker. He was my own personal hero, showing up in all the right places at the right times. Like when my car broke down and I needed a ride home, and when I face-planted on the sidewalk right in front of him and had to be taken to the emergency room. We became friends, and it didn't matter that he was 16 years older than me. We had a lot in common - like our love of old rock music and vintage fast cars and our aversion to relationships.

I thought it was just a hookup on an airplane. Let’s be cute and call it a “one-flight-stand.” Or we could be more accurate and call it what it really was: the day that ruined my life.