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Cocky Hero Club is an all new world inspired by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward's blockbuster New York Times bestselling series of standalones that all began with the smash hit Cocky Bastard. Check out all our books at http://www.cockyheroclub.com/home-1.html
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Just one problem. These winter storms have all the flights cancelled.
Luckily for me, I’m not the only person desperate to get to that wedding. Kirsten’s dad, whom I’ve never met, is waiting outside my apartment, willing to drive me across the country so neither of us miss the wedding.
By New York, I learn that Henry James is the smuggest British man I have ever met.
In Chicago, he makes me question every single life choice I’ve made.
It’s in Denver that we finally break the forbidden rules between us.
By the time we reach Vegas, my best friend may never want to speak to me again—because I’ve fallen head over heels for her dad.
I’m up to my eyeballs in debt with a sick father who needs treatment.
When he offers me a million dollars to be his fake wife, am I supposed to say no?
Chad Holdsworth is one of the wealthiest football stars in the country.
We’ve been best friends since birth.
So his shenanigans are nothing new to me.
The idea of getting married should have been easy.
Until he kissed me.
We then forgot we were supposed to be pretending.
And broke all the rules.
I know better than to fall for a playboy.
Even if he is my friend.
But I’m so lost in him I can’t see my way back.
With that panty-melting smile and his bedroom baby blues, he could get a nun in trouble.
What chance do I have of resisting?
If you play with fire, you will get burned.
Loving this man might be a mistake I’m not prepared for.
An island fling was the last thing I expected when I agreed to spend a month on a tropical island with Graham and Soraya as nanny to their sweet little boy. I was planning to relax with the family, enjoy the sun, and get a break from law school…
Then a shirtless, tanned Adonis runs onto our beach and into my life.
JT is mysterious, rugged, and his gruff exterior should have sent me running in the opposite direction. But something about the man excites me, challenges me to push past my insecurities. And though I don’t see myself as a “fling” kind of girl, maybe it’s just what I need to move on from my painful past. The trouble is JT has quickly imprinted himself on my soul, and saying goodbye to him is going to break me.
Going back to the island, the only place I felt like myself, was a no-brainer. Not just somewhere to seek refuge from business, family, and especially women. It’s a place of serenity…to clear my head and get rid of the anger of betrayal and figure out what I want to do with my life.
Then Mia happens, forcing her way into my heart. Like a violent storm that rushes in, wreaking havoc but ultimately ushering in a new dawn. She sees things in me I never knew existed. But our worlds are spinning in different directions, and no matter how badly I want to hang on, the force pulling us apart might just be too strong for both of us.
Ed Mescal had been all those things.
None of them fit.
That one did.
To the people who loved him, he’d been a brother. A grandson. A friend.
To Piper Warren, he thought, he’d been much more.
But lies that get buried are old and ugly once they're unearthed, something Ed's enemies are about to discover.
Now he's back, freed from the past and ready to reclaim the life and love stolen from him.
If he can prove that even a rebel deserves a second chance.
Careful research into the Native American culture and the powwow circuit was conducted prior to the writing of this novel.
Please forgive any discrepancies that may be present. They come from my own mistakes and not from the kind educators, friends, and content editors who helped me.
It is incredibly stupid to write this text while I’m drunk. But what’s the saying? No gain, no pain. Or, no pain, no shame... Whatever. You know what I mean. And let’s face it. There’s no way I would be doing this if I was stone-cold sober. But since I’m plastered? To hell with it.
I want you.
I know. Crazy, right? Not only am I your temporary roommate but I’m a chatty nurse from Providence with an impeccable bedside manner and secrets. You’re a broody, commitment-phobe sculptor from England who communicates in grunts and single syllables. Not to mention, you’re returning home in several weeks. And yet, from the moment you dragged me for being a Swiftie, I’ve wanted to climb you like my personal jungle gym.
There’s no future for us. I’m not even sure I like you half the time. But that doesn’t stop me from hungering for those same hands that bend and shape metal to bend and shape me. So in all my drunken glory, I guess what I’m trying to say is if you want me, I’m yours. For the next few weeks until you return across the pond and we resume our lives as before. No strings. No demands. No regrets.
So meet me in the kitchen where all this started.
It’s your decision.
Not that it matters. It’s not like I’m going to do something monumentally dumb like hit send on this text.
The Takedown became my new playing field. Women threw themselves at me, and I happily caught them, tossing them away as quickly as I could, sated and with a smile on their faces.
Until the night I caught Dixie Sinclair falling off her barstool.
I should have walked away.
She was precisely the type of woman I had avoided my whole life. She was stuck up, judgmental as hell, and thought she was too good for everyone. Everything I typically wanted nothing to do with.
One look into her blue eyes had me questioning my assumptions about her. Dixie was a puzzle that needed to be solved, and I was willing to forget years of self-preservation to help her piece herself back together.
I wanted her to be mine.
I needed her to be mine.
She was the game I was willing to play for the rest of my life.
I landed on my butt, and then the ER.
Between those two occurrences was a FaceTime call, placed by a bouncing phone, to the number of a man I didn't even truly look at, who had now seen more of my body than anyone had since my Tinder days, over a year ago.
Three declined calls later, I limped out the door to get myself to the ER before starting my hectic day.
The ER was packed, but when I saw Nurse Bridget —one of my students' mothers— I pleaded my case, and she hurried me into an examination room.
An hour later, I left on crutches with a bruised butt, a fractured ankle, and an appointment to see an orthopedic surgeon at four p.m.
Arriving fifteen minutes late for that appointment, I heard the sexy yet very brash accent of a man who clearly had an obsession with punctuality and had, apparently, no bedside manner.
Dr. Ethan Stewart, tall, copper-haired, sinfully sexy ... was a total jerk.
After a tongue-lashing about how irresponsible I was to, first, leave the ER with such an injury, and second, be late, I put him in his place ... or so I thought.
Turned off by his arrogant attitude, turned on by the roguish glint in his green eyes and the way he spoke, I left his office a hot ... and worked up mess.
Upon exiting, my phone rang again. It was the same number from before, and I couldn't help answering to give the caller a piece of my mind.
Once in my car, I hung up, tossed my phone on the passenger seat, and then looked out the window to see him with his phone to his ear and a grin spread across his far too handsome face.
It couldn't be ...
At the age of forty, Sawyer is the only member yet to settle down. As the bachelor of Hades Outlaw MC, he enjoys living life his way—no strings attached. Sawyer feels his life is better uncomplicated by love and intends to keep it that way.
He has yet to meet a woman special enough to change his mind.
Until a compassionate, alluring, green-eyed nurse steals his heart and changes his mind with just one look.
From a young age, Elizabeth Hogue knew she would follow in her parent’s footsteps and enter the medical field. As a Hospice nurse, she comforts those transitioning from this life to the next.
While most twenty-five-year-old women are out at the club and partying with friends, Elizabeth prefers quiet evenings at home, curled up with a glass of wine and a good book.
Until she meets Sawyer Jackson. His smoldering grey eyes and devilish smile stop her in her tracks. Yet, it’s his Cajun accent and the slow seductive way in which he speaks her name that has her giving the cocky biker her number.
A deadly obsession soon turns their world upside down.
Frightened and alone with a madman, love becomes Elizabeth’s strength to stay alive.
In a race against time, Sawyer will stop at nothing to find the woman he loves and do whatever it takes to bring Elizabeth home.
When Ryder DeLuca posed that question to me at my cousin’s wedding reception, the last thing I expected was to end up in his bed.
I was the kind of woman who lived inside the lines—until I broke the rules for a smooth-talking, creative Casanova.
I really shouldn’t have been surprised when I woke up alone in his hotel room.
Three years later, our worlds collided once more, and this time, I wasn’t only caught off guard by Ryder’s sexy, dimpled smirk, but also by the little boy standing at his side.
A little boy he never mentioned, who looked just like him and was old enough to be one of my kindergarten students.
The minute Ryder extended his hand to introduce himself, it was clear I had simply been another notch on his bedpost.
Anyone in my shoes would have assumed the same thing I did—that Ryder DeLuca was nothing more than a womanizing jerk.
Then again, you know what they say about assuming, don’t you?
Both of us were marred by a past we couldn’t change, but with a little help from fate, two geriatric cupids, and a dog named Turtle, we just might get our second chance.
He never expected to fall for another woman.
After years of moving from place to place, Sunny and her daughters finally settle on a little slice of Nebraskan soil.
Falling for her neighbor was not part of her plan.
But Oliver is hard to resist. And he’s determined to break down Sunny’s walls.
When Sunny’s past collides with her present, will she do what she's done before — take her girls and run?
Or will she stay and fight for love?
When the smoke clears and my eyes focus on my savior, one look at his gorgeous face and tattoo-covered muscles, I know he’ll be too much for me to handle. It’s a good thing I never have to see him again, right?
Except, losing my home to a fire means finding somewhere new to live, and guess who just happens to be my new roommate? Hayden Flynn. The filthy-talking firefighter who’s been front and center of all of my dreams lately.
Our attraction is undeniable, but it’s the adventures he takes me on that has me falling for him, each new experience chipping away at the wall I’ve been hiding behind.
He wasn’t supposed to see past my scars.
He wasn’t supposed to break me apart piece by piece, then put me back together again.
He was just supposed to be a firefighter. I didn’t expect him to end up saving my life, in more ways than one.
I fell in love when I was sixteen. Landon was my entire world and I thought he would be my forever. But I was young and dumb, and with one error in judgement, I destroyed any chance of a future we could’ve had together, along with our hearts.
Twelve years later and I’m going through the motions of life, but not actually living. Which is why I let my friends, Bridget and Simon, set me up on a blind date. Turns out, it’s not so blind after all. Because the man sitting in front of me is the same man who’s held onto my heart all these years.
They call me a Clutch Player because I’m good under pressure and quick on my feet. I was also quick to fall in love. The first time it was with baseball, the second was with Harper. And for a short time I had them both.
Until I lost Harper and all I had left was baseball.
For years, I focused on my career. I had accepted that baseball was my one true love.
Until I saw her again. I never imagined we’d ever get a second chance, but now that she’s sitting right across from me, I know there’s no way in hell I’m going to let her go again.