Rian Merrick is a wildly talented tattoo artist, the “rockstar” professor on campus. Everyone’s obsession. For some reason I’ve become his.
He doesn’t care that he’s a decade older. That a relationship with his student could ruin him. He loves that I’m a greedy girl with bad desires. I love when he punishes me for it. He won’t stop until he’s tied me to him in every way.
But that means when his demons come for him—it’ll drown us both.
★★★★★ “…unlike any “couple” I’ve read and experienced in a long time… one of my all time favorite books.“
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Since “that night” in Vegas, Irish tattoo artist Mason Donovan has only two rules: 1. One Night Only. 2. No Americans.
When Rachel, his very fiery, very sassy and very American wife, shows up at his door looking for a divorce, Mason makes her a deal: be his wife for thirty days first.
Despite Rachels attempts to make Mason divorce her faster, old feelings are ignited… and old demons.
Author’s Note: Contained within these pages is one of the most dirty-mouthed men I’ve ever written. If you’re easily offended or you don’t like cussing, you should avert your eyes. Otherwise, hold onto your pearls, Petunia. It’s going to be a filthy ride…
My grumpy tattooed boss, Conor, is too old, too hot, too muscled and too damn rude. He hates me. But he can’t stay away. He’s obsessed with keeping me safe. Keeping me protected. Even from him. Especially from him.
Soon sparks and insults turn into broken rules and forbidden moments—until one final mistake seals our fate…
“Ten amazing stars for this angsty age-gap romance”
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Keep an eye out for all those juicy cameos from characters you know and love…
Welcome back to broody Ireland. Enjoy!
“lush emotion, taut drama, heart tugging angst, intense turmoil, tantalizing twists, sizzling sparks and slowly simmering heat that eventually ignites into some wicked steam”
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This sassy romance duo has teamed up to bring you a sexy, fun and hilarious series focused on Australian surfers and lifeguards. Prepare to get Wet…Down Under 😉
Joel “Longboard” Slater. Internationally renowned pro-surfer. Cocky. Talented. Heartbreaker. And no, they don’t just call him “longboard” because that’s what he surfs.
Ladies and gentlemen…meet Sydney’s sexiest baby daddy. And my latest assignment.
Too bad he won’t give any interviews. None. Nada. Zip.
But when I get mistaken for his new nanny, it’s a chance to uncover the playboy’s big secret. Starting with…who (and where) the hell is the baby mama?
I’ll just have to pretend Joel isn’t the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in and out of the water—tanned muscular body, long hair bleached golden by the sun, and totally kissable, cocky-AF smirk that melts panties like ice-cream in summer.
I just have to ignore the way my heart clenches at the sight of baby Jackson laying on his bare firm chest—dear God, does this man even own a shirt?
I have to mute my ears to his sexy Australian accent that coos softly to his son one minute and whispers the dirtiest, filthiest promises into my ear the next.
Too bad he sees my cool, professional exterior as the ultimate challenge. Too bad he’s not stopping until he gets what he wants…
Me riding his, ahem… longboard.
If you’re not into naughty, half-naked surfers and the smart, independent lady he can’t help falling for, don’t read this book.
If you’re not into dirty surf puns, cute babies laying on bare man-chest and more poop jokes than a Farrelly brothers movie, you definitely shouldn’t read this book.
This sassy romance duo have teamed up to bring you a sexy, fun and hilarious new series. You’ll love these hot-as-sin Billionaires…Down Under 😉
Rhys Carmichael. Smug billionaire a$$hole. Tanned six-pack under that Armani suit. Sexy Australian accent to boot. And my mortal enemy.
I’m pretty sure he’s the reason I’m stuck dog sitting for rich people.
No matter. I’m a resourceful gal. I just have to be the best dog sitter Sydney’s well-to-do have ever seen and I can get back on my feet. Besides, getting to stay in this beachside mansion for two weeks isn’t so bad, right?
Just my luck, the dog I’m looking after ends up in the neighbor’s yard and I’m faced with his handsome mutt…Rhys, I mean. Not the pooch.
When Rhys mistakes me for his new uber-successful neighbor, there’s no way I’m rolling over and telling his smug ass the truth.
Especially when it’s clear he’s playing for keeps. And playing ruff!
I just have to put on the dog and pretend to be someone I’m not.
And ignore the way Rhys looks as he strides out of the surf—water dripping off his tanned muscular body. Or how his impossible bossiness seems to get me all hot and bothered.
And above all, avoid getting caught out…doggy style!
If you’re not into grumpy, bossy billionaires and the feisty, independent gal he can’t help falling for, don’t read this book.
If you’re not into ridiculous what-have-I-gotten-myself-into scenarios, maids well-versed in blackmail and a tiny fluffy pooch that won’t quit eating (or humping) everything in sight, you definitely shouldn’t read this book.
“I was roaring with laughter, swooning and of course a little over heated…”