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Inheriting Miss Fortune

I was a man without a family… or so I thought.

I came to tiny Majestic, Wyoming, to escape misfortune: the loss of my brother; my parents’ blame for it; the billion-dollar secret that caused it all.

I find peace in my horses, in my friends, in quiet nights alone… and sometimes in remembering a scorching-hot one-night-stand from two years ago.

But everything changes when Tully Bowman, the man behind that unforgettable encounter, turns up in Majestic bringing me the daughter I’ve inherited (along with her multi-million-dollar trust fund).

Just like that, my peace becomes chaos, my quiet nights are filled with little Lellie’s cries for “Daddy,” and the heat between Tully and me becomes more than just a memory.

Because it seems Tully’s planning to stick around… at least until I prove I’m a “suitable father” and not the fortune-hunter Lellie’s grandparents think I am. And the longer we spend together–the more he challenges and provokes me, comforts and calms me–the harder it is to remember why I ever thought one night would be enough.

I’m a bad bet for fatherhood, but if I choose to keep Lellie and raise her as my own, it won’t be for her money. It will be because this precious girl and the man who brought her to me might be the fresh start and new family my heart has been looking for.

And because the best thing that ever happened to me might just be… Inheriting Miss Fortune.

Protecting Mr. Fine

I’m a lucky man and I know it. 

Kids from backwoods Georgia don’t land scholarships to Yale, but I did, and striking it rich–like, billions of dollars rich–with my best friends after graduation should have used up my luck for a lifetime. 

But luck struck again when I followed my passion into music. My career exploded, and now I get to travel the world, performing for thousands of raving fans every night. 

When you get this lucky, you don’t get to want more, and you definitely don’t get to complain about the little things. My family, my crew, and my label are counting on me and I refuse to let them down. I pretend I’m fine, totally fine, Mr. freaking Fine… even when someone starts targeting me with a strange series of threats. 

The only one who sees beneath the pretense is my gorgeous, strictly-professional bodyguard. Ryan keeps me safe and calm. He holds me when I’m terrified. 

But even Ryan doesn’t see everything. He doesn’t know I want him. That I crave him. The man who keeps me together has no idea how much I want him to take me apart. 

And I’ll never tell. Because there’s no way someone as strong and confident as Ryan could have feelings for someone as chaotic as me. 

Nobody’s that lucky… not even Mr. Fine.

Protecting Mr. Fine

I’m a lucky man and I know it. 

A Yale scholarship, a billion-dollar windfall, and a music career that lets me sing to thousands of raving fans every night? Way more than any one person deserves.

When you’re this lucky, you don’t get to complain. People count on me and I won’t let them down. I pretend I’m fine, totally fine, Mr. freaking Fine… even when someone starts targeting me with a strange series of threats. 

The only person who sees the truth is my gorgeous, overprotective, strictly-professional bodyguard. 

Ryan keeps me safe. He holds me when I’m terrified. But he doesn’t see everything. The man who keeps me together has no idea how badly I want him to take me apart.

And I’ll never tell. Because there’s no way someone as strong and confident as Ryan could have feelings for someone as chaotic as me. 

Nobody’s that lucky… not even Mr. Fine.

Finding Lord Landry

When a secret enemies-with-benefits situation turns into the world’s most public fake marriage…

The world knows me as Landry Davis, supermodel. A beautiful face and killer abs that have spawned a hundred fantasies.
To my friends, I’m simply Landry, the snarkiest (read: most fun) member of our billionaire brotherhood.
But to Kenji Toma, the gorgeous and oh-so-capable personal assistant I’ve been in love with for years, I’m “effing Landry,” the charming slacker who disappears for weeks only to resurface in trouble. His favorite enemy-with benefits. A man he refuses to fall in love with (though I’ve tried) and also can’t resist managing (a fact I’m not too proud to take advantage of).
What none of them know is that I have another title–in fact, a whole other life. One I was born into. One that comes with sprawling estates, a coronet, and a metric ton of familial and political expectations. A life I’ve kept secret for way too long… and hope to keep secret for just a little while longer.
At least until I learn Kenji is in danger.
When all my money and fame can’t save the man I love, I don’t hesitate to use long-hidden political power to whisk him to safety, even though it means outing myself as Viscount Hawling, the elusive heir to the Davencourt earldom…
And pretending the man who loves to hate me is actually my doting husband.

Finding Lord Landry

When a secret enemies-with-benefits situation turns into the world’s most public fake marriage…

The world knows me as Landry Davis, supermodel. A beautiful face and killer abs that have spawned a hundred fantasies.
To my friends, I’m simply Landry, the snarkiest (read: most fun) member of our billionaire brotherhood.
But to Kenji Toma, the gorgeous and oh-so-capable personal assistant I’ve been in love with for years, I’m “effing Landry,” the charming slacker who disappears for weeks only to resurface in trouble. His favorite enemy-with benefits. A man he refuses to fall in love with (though I’ve tried) and also can’t resist managing (a fact I’m not too proud to take advantage of).
What none of them know is that I have another title–in fact, a whole other life. One I was born into. One that comes with sprawling estates, a coronet, and a metric ton of familial and political expectations. A life I’ve kept secret for way too long… and hope to keep secret for just a little while longer.
At least until I learn Kenji is in danger.
When all my money and fame can’t save the man I love, I don’t hesitate to use long-hidden political power to whisk him to safety, even though it means outing myself as Viscount Hawling, the elusive heir to the Davencourt earldom…
And pretending the man who loves to hate me is actually my doting husband.

Un Tato Per Marito

Sono stato innamorato del dottor Grant Brighton per quattro lunghi anni.

È alto. Splendido. Brillante. Un fantastico papà single.

È anche etero, non è interessato a uscire con qualcuno di dieci anni più giovane di lui e, come se non bastasse, è pure il mio capo.

Se avessi saputo che accettare il posto di baby sitter avrebbe significato maciullare il mio cuore, forse non avrei mai accettato la sua offerta, ma amo la famiglia Brighton e mi sono rassegnato a non vivere la mia favola romantica…

Almeno fino a quando la preside della scuola dei sogni delle ragazze non dice che solo le famiglie con due genitori possono fare domanda e, disperato, Grant mi fa un’altra offerta: diventare suo marito su carta.

Con l’atmosfera che si scalda e il mio cuore in bilico, come posso convincere Grant a farmi la proposta che voglio davvero, ovvero trasformare questo matrimonio di convenienza in un vero e proprio lieto fine?

Il Professore Platonico

Ho avuto una giornataccia e avrei bisogno di un abbraccio. Cercasi uomo per dormire insieme in modo affettuoso ma platonico. Niente sesso o impegni. Non voglio parlarne. Abbracciami e dimmi che andrà tutto bene.

Quando la mia domanda di ammissione alla scuola di specializzazione per partecipare alla spedizione artica Raintree viene inaspettatamente respinta, so esattamente a chi dare la colpa. Il professor River Henry ce l'ha sempre avuta con me. Per qualche motivo, pretende da me più di quanto esiga da chiunque altro nel dipartimento di biologia evolutiva, il che significa che probabilmente non mi ha raccomandato e che molto probabilmente mi boccerà all’esame finale.

Tutto quello che voglio fare è affogare i miei dispiaceri in qualche coccola platonica e fingere di non aver toccato il fondo prima ancora che la mia carriera scientifica abbia avuto la possibilità di decollare.

Ma quando mi trovo il professor Henry dall'altra parte della porta della stanza d'albergo, mi rendo improvvisamente conto, con orrore, di quanto non sia neanche lontanamente vicino al fondo.

Die Show Gestohlen

Der Kuss war jede Nacht anders.

Sobald sich der Vorhang hebt, ruht die stille Fehde zwischen Jem und Dawson gerade lange genug, um das Publikum mit einer leidenschaftlichen Broadway-Show zu beeindrucken.

Nachdem sie sich jedoch verbeugt haben, gehen die beiden Schauspieler wieder getrennte Wege. Doch eines Abends ändert sich alles. Das Publikum bekommt Wind von der Liebesfunken schlagenden Chemie zwischen den beiden und die Menge tobt. Das Show-Management veranstaltet eine Medienkampagne, bei der die beiden eine Einheit bilden müssen und viele lange Stunden miteinander verbringen werden.

Als sie endlich Zeit zum Reden haben, kommen die Gründe für ihre Fehde ans Licht, und die Funken zwischen ihnen fliegen so heiß, dass sie von der Bühne auf ihr wirkliches Leben überspringen.

Professor Platonique

J’ai passé une très mauvaise journée et je ne dirais pas non à un câlin. Homme cher. homme pour nuit platonique, mais tendre. Pas de partie de jambes en l’air, pas d’engagement. Je ne veux pas en parler, prenez-moi simplement dans vos bras toute la nuit et dites-moi que tout ira bien.

Quand ma candidature d’étudiant de troisième cycle pour rejoindre l’expédition Raintree en Arctique est refusée contre toute attente, je sais exactement qui blâmer. Le professeur River Henry m’a toujours eu dans le collimateur. Pour des raisons inconnues, il est plus exigeant avec moi que toutes les autres personnes du département de biologie de l’évolution, ce qui signifie qu’il ne m’a pas recommandé pour l’expédition de recherches et qu’il va probablement me donner un bon gros 0 à mon examen final.

Tout ce que je veux faire, c’est noyer mon chagrin dans des câlins platoniques et prétendre ne pas avoir touché le fond avant même que ma carrière scientifique ait eu la chance de décoller.

Mais, quand le professeur Henry est celui qui se tient de l’autre côté de la porte de la chambre d’hôtel en réponse à ma petite annonce pour avoir du réconfort, je me rends soudain compte avec une horreur stupéfiante que le fond est encore loin.