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About Donna Alam
USA Today bestseller Donna is a writer of love stories with heart, humour, and heat. When not bashing away at her keyboard, she can often be found hiding from her responsibilities with a book in her hand and a mop of a dog at her feet.
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Titles By Donna Alam
It’s a tale as old as time.
Girl meets boy (cute face, charisma, killer suit).
A wild night is had, and girl later finds out she’s pregnant.
Girl goes home. She doesn’t finish college.
She makes her living serving coffee, smiling when she’s feeling stabby.
But she does it all for her boy, the only man she’ll ever need in her life.
Until Fate decides otherwise . . .
And she finds herself looking into those twilight-coloured eyes again.
He’s been looking for her this whole time.
She should be happy, right?
Because he’s living next door, shaking up her world, and driving her crazy!
Softening her heart as she watches him father their child.
But she can’t take a chance on loving him,
Even after she drops more than her defenses.
Because secrets have a habit of resurfacing,
And her heart can’t take losing him a second time.
Before Him is a small town second chance romance full of fire, fun, and that other f-word. Yep, family ;)
It features a gorgeously swoon-worthy hero, the woman determined to resist his charms, secrets, shenanigans, and that all important happy-ever-after. And it's a standalone title!
"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 is 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!
And a panty-dropping smile.
He's also my best friend's younger brother.
And the worst mistake of my life.
Or maybe the best.
It's hard to tell.
He was a blight on my childhood.
A thorn in my side.
And not nearly as delicious as he looks now,
Standing on my doorstep,
Needing a place to stay.
I didn’t expect to find him naked in my kitchen.
I didn't expect him to worm his way into my heart,
And sisters before misters,
I wasn’t supposed to look, let alone touch.
So what happens between us now?
Soldier boy is hot and hilarious best friend’s younger brother romance full of snark, banter, and dirty talk. It features a studly British soldier, an American doctor, a gas-huffing cat, a decades old goldfish murder mystery, heart, humour, and enough steam to blow your socks off!
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!
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!
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!
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?
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!
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!
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.