Jerikah

It's not every day that a beautiful, naked woman falls out of the sky and lands face-first on grizzly shifter Berg Dunn's hotel balcony. Definitely, they don't usually hop up and demand his best gun. Berg gives the lady a grizzly-sized t-shirt and his cell phone, too, just on style points. And then she's gone, taking his XXXL heart with her. By the time he figures out she's a honey-badger shifter, it's too late. Honey badgers are survivors. Brutal, vicious, ill-tempered survivors.

Every mating season, the alien overlords make a selection. It is a fact of life that all humans accept. For Alex, the yearly selections are a mild annoyance. She knows she is not the physical type the creatures desire, so their eyes slide right over her. At least, they did. Something new is coming. The Supreme Overlord is participating in the selection for the first time since their arrival. And apparently, not all of the aliens have the same type.

The grumpiest man in this small town is the father of my baby. It’s not breaking and entering if the door’s unlocked, is it? I mean, I did knock. My brothers are on their way to Samuel Oakley’s house to syrup and glitter bomb him. I need to warn the man. When Sam races into his office, rifle in hand, naked and dripping wet, I realize my mistake. But I can’t regret getting another chance to see him naked, because that man… I’d go to jail for that. In all the commotion, I might have forgotten to tell him I’m pregnant with his child, but that doesn’t give him the right to barge...

Rule #1 - Never enter Lupin Forest during the night of a full moon… Unfortunately, innocent good girl Scarlet Mantle is about to find out exactly why you shouldn’t break Steamydale’s number one town rule. ~*~ Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? Not me. Everyone knows that Steamydale’s town rules are archaic and outdated, made a long time ago when the original settlers had to worry about actual wolves. Nowadays I’m more worried about whether they’ll get my latte right at the local cafe. But when I stay out a little too late before heading to my grandmother’s house one night, ...

What’s worse than getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar? Enjoying the punishment. I’m supposed to be house sitting for Harlan Griffith. Tall, gorgeous and harboring some dark desires, Harlan is the stuff Spring Break dreams are made of Too bad he’s also my dad’s best friend. I’ve been in love with Harlan for as long as I can remember. His calm demeanor runs deep. So does my need for him to pound me like the surf. I’m all alone in his house for the first time ever. How much trouble can one good girl get into? Soaking Wet is book one of the sizzling summer Beach Quickies...

Getting fired and dumped in the same 30 seconds makes for a pretty bad Tuesday. But by Thursday, I'll be in Vegas celebrating my brother's wedding. Since I could use a fresh start, he offers me a place to stay with a buddy of his. At the bachelorette party, a raunchy game results in a quest to find me a one-night stand. When a hunk with dark blue eyes and perfect bone structure hits me with a silly line at the bar, my mission is complete.

The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together. And I don’t mean any of that figuratively. No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker - my physical therapist - I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit. She said she’d been assigned to fix me. But what I didn’t know...what I couldn’t possibly know...was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.