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About Donna Alam
Donna writes dirty stories, according to her family. She hopes you find them funny, too.
When not bashing away at a keyboard she can usually be found hiding from her family and responsibilities with a good book in her hand and a dog that looks like a mop by her feet. She likes her humour and wine dry, her mojitos sweet, and her language salty.
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Once upon a time, in a more carefree life, I met a man.
Our gazes connected over the top of his newspaper as he watched me suffer through the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Older, sophisticated, and so very hot, he saved me from that awkward encounter,
Then tried to send me away with a pat on my head.
But I wasn’t going anywhere . . .
And the rest, as the saying goes, is history.
Passionate, heart-stopping, the night of my life kind of history.
There was just one tiny problem. I lied to him.
I told him I was a tourist and only in town for one night.
So he wasn’t too impressed when I turned up again.
In his Scottish castle.
Yes, his freakin’ castle.
His killer suit traded for a kilt, and his seductive smile for a frown,
When he glowers my way, I don’t know if I should be worried or turned on.
Because the Duke of Dalforth has secrets he’s not sharing.
And a brother who’d like nothing more than to cut in on him.
When I do the wrong thing for the right reason,
I have to believe it’ll work out in the end.
Because the duke is No Ordinary Gentleman.
And I’m just a normal girl, fighting not to fall in love with him.
No Ordinary Gentleman is a standalone title featuring a brutally handsome and curmudgeon-y duke, a sunshine-y girl who doesn't baulk at telling a fib or two, a castle in a remote part of Scotland, a crazy cast, lots of love, laughter, steam, and a happily ever after!
"There isn’t enough money in the world to persuade me to marry you."
Beckett. Let me count the ways I loathe him.
1. He’s the bane of my existence.
2. A thorn in my side.
3. I’m pretty sure he’s the devil in disguise
Or he at least has him on speed-dial.
So why am I standing here, bouquet in hand, about to become his wife?
He calls it a business proposition.
I call it blackmail.
He says our fighting foreplay.
I say he should be on meds.
He says he has the power to destroy my company.
I say with a husband like him, who needs enemies.
But I can survive this six-month calamity.
All I have to do is keep hating him . . .
To Have and Hate is a standalone hate-to-love fest featuring an older hot Brit, a marriage of convenience, and a whole lot of fire and fun!
My first mistake?
Causing the h-o-t Frenchman a concussion.
Telling the hospital staff that I was his girlfriend.
In my defense, he didn’t speak English.
Taking him home and letting him sleep in my bed.
I never said I was Florence Nightingale . . .
He gave me a night I’ll never forget but when I wake, he’s already gone.
I tell myself it’s his loss, that I wasn’t expecting him to stay forever anyway,
And my life moves on.
I get a new job. A fresh start in a new country and I stop counting my mistakes.
Until those striking green eyes meet mine across the office,
And it all comes rushing back.
But he’s not that man anymore.
Gone are his jeans and his playful attitude.
Rich and powerful, he’s now sin in a suit.
And his English is perfect.
Were his kisses also lies? His caresses meaningless?
I feel like such a fool—I want to wrap my hands around his neck.
Though not to hug him,
Because the man is a force of nature.
A master manipulator.
He’s also my new boss.
And I already hate him.
The biggest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
LIAR LIAR is a contemporary romance set in a billionaires' playground. It features a Frenchman with more secrets than moves, lovers-who-become-enemies then back again, twists and turns, laughter and love. And did I mention the super swoony Frenchman? Ooh-la-la!
Dear Mr Hayes,
I’m sorry you found me floating in your bathtub last night.
And that you didn’t realize I was housesitting.
I’m also sorry I crept out of your bed five years ago without leaving my name . . .
My secret one-night stand.
In another lifetime, we might’ve been soulmates,
The memories of our passion have warmed my bed since.
I’m going to pretend I don’t see the way your eyes devour me,
And ignore how that makes me feel.
You’re wealthy, charismatic, and sinfully sensual,
And I burn every time you whisper my name.
But I can’t give in to you. Not again.
I know you’re hiding something.
I’m not that girl anymore.
My kisses aren’t trifles to be wasted,
Single mothers aren’t afforded those luxuries.
Why must you be so hard to resist?
Falling in love with you was never in my plans,
Discovering who you really are might devastate me
Never Say Forever features a sinful billionaire hiding secrets, a red-hot night with no names exchanged, a second chance with heart-racing chemistry, and the sassiest four-year-old ever! Love, laughter, feels, and happy ever after!
Three reasons why rebound s-e-x with my hot neighbor is a very bad idea.
1. My life is already complicated enough
2. He knows I wear Batman undies (please don’t ask)
3. He’s older, sophisticated, and so hot he makes me weak at the knees
I know that’s more than three. But it still didn’t stop me.
On paper, we’re the worst kind of match.
I’m . . . not. My second job is pet sitting!
He says we’re friends.
I say barely, but I do love those benefits . . .
The man rocks my world,
But he’s so not the one.
Which is unfortunate,
Because he is the the one who got me pregnant.
Disclaimer: This is not (just) a story about accidental pregnancy. It’s a story about accidental love.
I need a plus-one for a wedding. A stand-in,
And when my friends start dropping names, I panic.
But then an idea hits me in the form of Archer Powell.
Tall, dark, and gorgeous. Check!
Looks good in a suit. Check!
The office heartthrob,
He’s picture perfect for the position.
Maybe even a few of them.
Dear Archer Powell,
You are cordially invited
Your presence is requested
Your attendance is mandatory . . .
But what happens when your stand-in is a stand out?
Do you dare to fall in love?
The Stand Out features a quirky girl and the office heartthrob, office enemies with (blackmailed) benefits, a fake relationship, and is full of fun, fire, and f—feelings!
It was meant to be a fresh start.
A new job in a vibrant new city.
On the other side of the world.
Some might call it daring,
Others a moment of madness.
But it was to be an adventure,
Not a time to risk my heart again.
Until I met Kai.
A man hotter than sin,
And impossible to resist.
Our first meeting was like a bad comedy.
Our second made me weak at the knees.
Our third led me to his bed.
By our fourth, my heart was in danger once again.
He’s the worst kind of trouble.
And the best kind of man.
But in a place where family and power rule,
He isn’t destined for a woman like me.
Maybe someone should tell him.
And my heart, too . . .
Gentleman Player is a captivating romance featuring a mysterious billionaire and the quirky girl he falls for. It includes drama, giggles, and all the squirms, and is more than 250,000 words long!
Previously published under the Pretty Series titles.
Reasons not to sleep with Flynn Phillips. Again.
1. He’s cocky.
2. He’s annoying.
3. And I can’t stand his Australian a$$!
I can’t stop thinking about it either . . .
Since our wedding hook-up months ago, he’s ruined me!
My O has gone. It’s been months since I . . . well, you know . . .
I think I need a do-over, a chance to prove that the problem is all in my head,
That he didn’t rock my world.
That he isn’t the star of my fantasies,
Because as pretty as Flynn Phillips is, he’s a player, and I’m tired of the game.
There’s no way he’ll feature in my long-term plans.
Babies. Marriage. A white picket fence.
Or would he?
Remember that time your friend hired you a male escort?
No? Just me then.
He was supposed to be arm candy.
A strong, sturdy presence to escort me to the party of my crush.
Pity he isn’t any of those things.
But he is pretty,
And funny. Charming.
And determined to get into my panties.
But he’s also a liar.
Because Will Travers isn’t a male escort.
But one of London’s most eligible bachelors,
My new neighbour,
And a risk to my heart.
So I might not be a dial-a-d*ck who’s paid by the hour.
And more a dial-a-d*ck who’s free.
But the lovely Sadie is an opportunity I’ll grab with both hands.
If she’ll let me.
I’ll knock down everything standing between us.
Fight for her like I’ve fought for nothing else
Because it’s true that nothing worth having ever comes easy.
Unless it’s s*x
This is a standalone, full-length romance. Laugh-out-loud and smexy, it includes some related bonuses, including a character spin-off novella, unavailable anywhere else!
I’ve lost my husband, my job, my home, and I narrowly avoided jailtime!
Now I’m back living in the place I loathe most.
Things couldn’t possibly get any worse . . .
Until problem #100 walks in.
Ripped. Rich. Handsome.
And a blast from my past,
Who appears to have no recollection of me.
But second time around that’s okay,
Because when I’m near his firm butt and tattoos,
I’ll use a fake name.
This time, I’ll be the one to walk away,
And I won’t leave my heart behind.
Dear birthday gods,
I’d like my very own Australian experience, if you know what I mean.
One with a panty-melting accent and a very wicked grin.
The icing on my birthday cake would be if he takes a trip down under tonight . . .
My birthday was four-hundred bucks well spent.
Get your mind out of the gutter—that was for the hotel.
But one week on, and I’m no longer having fun in the sun.
Because it turns out my new employer is him.
My inked birthday blond.
Oh, he’s still hot,
But now he’s growly and grouchy,
And there's no escape because I’m living with him.
Nanny to his young twins.
We disagree on so much.
And when he looks at me,
I’m not sure if he means to kill me. Or kiss me.
Or maybe both.
I’m not sure I’d survive on either count.
Come for the sun.
Stay for the man. Forever?
Down Under is a steamy fun romance between a growly single dad and his dusty booted nanny. It features a pair of rascally twins, a human (charity) auction, a happy ending, and plenty of lovin' in between!