Penny I’d suffered from emophilia my entire life, falling in love so fast it would make your head spin. That’s what happened when I met Brett. Bam! I instantly fell in love. He was every woman’s fantasy and the most eligible bachelor in Las Vegas. The man went through gorgeous women like most people went through tissues.
As an average girl with too many curves, a quirky personality, and a tendency to ramble, my life wasn’t all glitz and glam. I was a personal assistant at a top hotel in Vegas, helped out at my parents’ struggling bookstore, and cared for an ornery cat. What were the chances a guy like him would fall for a girl like me? I’d say a billion to one, but love was worth the risk, so I gambled my heart away.
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Brett Being a billionaire bachelor, I never lacked attention from gorgeous women. I enjoyed their company, but one-night rendezvous were my specialty. No strings. No complications. I was more interested in proving myself capable of running Kingston Enterprises after my father’s death than I was in having a relationship.
But then, in an unexpected encounter, a witty brunette caught my eye. She wasn’t my type at all. In fact, we were total opposites, but there was something about her that intrigued me. Penny had me breaking all my rules. I’d give her anything she asked for, except the one thing she wanted most… my heart.
This book contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers 18+.
Although the Vegas Love series can be read as standalones, it’s suggested to read them in order to give you a deeper perspective of the characters and avoid spoilers.
Not all superheroes wore capes. Some were overqualified, underpaid personal assistants at a luxury hotel, like me. At night, I spent lonely hours behind a computer screen creating an innovative security system to fight cyber villains. It would revolutionize the casino industry and, hopefully, make me the next Vegas millionaire. Love wasn’t on my color-coded spreadsheet until Aurora LeFleur moved in across the hall.
The tech-savvy blond was smart, gorgeous, and way out of my league. I was afraid she’d never see me as more than a friend, but one kiss rewired my entire system. My data-loving brain knew she was keeping secrets. The lies were piling up and I began to think I didn’t know her at all. When you double down on love, the house always takes its cut, and my heart might just be the payment.
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Aurora
I came to Sin City in search of my best friend who’d disappeared without a trace, not to fall for my nerdy neighbor. It was supposed to be a quick, undercover mission and then back to my complicated, messy life. I’d been dodging the future my father planned for me, but the clock was ticking down and time was running out.
Tom Bently’s brilliant mind and kind heart were impossible to resist. His kisses were electric. His touch, addictive. And he had no idea who I really was. I never wanted to deceive Tom but torn between family loyalty and love, keeping him in the dark was necessary. In a city that never sleeps, secrets don’t stay buried forever. With my poker face starting to crack and the stakes climbing, when the truth hits the table, the final hand might cost us everything… including our hearts.
Sabrina Wagner lives in southeast Michigan near the beautiful Great Lakes. She writes sweet, sassy, sexy romance novels featuring stubborn, alpha men and the women who bring them to their knees. She gives you all the feels by tearing her characters apart and putting them back together again. Her books will make you swoon, break your heart, and tickle your funny bone.
Sabrina believes true friends should be treasured, a woman’s strength is forged by the fire of affliction, and everyone deserves a happy ending. It’s rare to find her without a book in her hand or a story spinning through her head. She’s a hopeless romantic and knows all too well that life is full of twists and turns, but the bumpy road is what leads to our true destination.
Set against the rugged charm of Baren Hill, this heartfelt romance delivers a swoony grumpy sunshine dynamic, a heroine rediscovering herself after divorce, and a cinnamon roll mountain man with a beard—and a bar—to fall for. Readers who love a confident, capable older heroine, romantic tension with payoff, witty banter, and filthy dialogue will consume Beard on Tap by Willow Sanders.
Used to be, the family bar was hopping until last call every night. Now? If the bank doesn’t take her away from me in the next two months, it’ll be a miracle. All because some fatcat politician thought building a new highway would earn him a few more votes. The last thing I need? A firecracker who has curves in all the right places and a smart mouth, telling me what to do to save my own damn bar. I can do this alone; except I recognize the pain I see in those moss-colored eyes. Sure I don’t need any help, but it seems like she does.
All I wanted was a relaxing vacation. Fresh mountain air. Some uninterrupted time with a book. Yeah, right. Maybe I could relax if the bar I stumbled upon—literally– wasn’t run by the sexiest, and most annoying, man in the world. Five minutes in, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to drag him across the bar and kiss him or pour my beer down his flannel shirt. He won’t ask for help, but what he doesn’t know? I’ve never backed down from a challenge. Finn’s going to learn just how stubborn I can be. And maybe…we’ll find our happily ever after.
Time had morphed in hyper speed. One minute Finn and Emmett were loading me into the front seat of the biggest pick-up truck I’d ever laid eyes on, and the next Finn was helping me out of the truck, and balancing me against the door while we waited for the bellhop to bring the wheelchair.
“Thank you,” I said. My hands wrapped around his biceps, though I don’t remember putting them there. He looked filled out but not bulky. I wouldn’t have ever guessed that he was as firm in the arms and shoulders that he actually was. “I know I didn’t say it earlier. But, I appreciate it. Well, you. Especially hauling my ass out of that ravine.”
“It’s a baby ravine. More like a gulch than anything.”
I could smell the whiskey on his breath too. It was a homing beacon for the part of whiskey that controls your libido. One minute we’re standing there awkwardly waiting for the bellhop, and the next I’m nibbling on his lips, testing how firm and heavy they felt caressing mine.
“You’ll be gone in a few days.” His fingers cradled my shoulder, holding me at the slightest distance. “This isn’t a good thing to start.”
“That I’ll be gone in a few days is precisely why it’s the best kind of thing to start.”
I tried to go in again, because the first swipe of my lips did little to dampen the molten desire that threatened to erupt.
“Princess, you start this, and I promise you won’t want to stop.”
My fingers itched to bury themselves in his beard. To feel for myself if it was soft or wiry, if he liked being caressed there or if it bothered him. The truth was I just wanted to feel his mouth again. I wanted more of the heaviness of his lips pressed against mine, being wrapped in his scent like a scarf on a snowy day.
“Someone’s overconfident.”
Me, apparently. While I can’t say that this “wasn’t like me” because quite honestly, I’d been a “me” alongside someone else for so long I don’t even know what my singular identity was.
“Oh, I’m sure of it. I’m not the kind of person that has missionary style penciled in my agenda– sex, with a blow job kicker for birthdays and anniversaries. I’m a flip you over, pull your hair, plunge my finger into your hidden treasure and tell you to take it like a good girl. I’ll wreck you. You won’t want it any other way after me. And I’m not the matching retirement account and monogrammed towels kind of man.”
“The towels just end up going to the Goodwill anyway,” I tell him, before pushing myself into his space. It was all the invitation he needed. He cradled my jaw firmly between his thumb and finger, and plundered my mouth like there was buried treasure that could only be unearthed with a very adroit tongue.
My whole being melted. Liquid heat erupted down my spine, sending the most delicious of sensations from the tips of my ears all the way to my curling toes.
“Ahem.”
The bellboy appeared. Top notch customer fucking service. Great timing too. The Yelp review practically wrote itself.
“Ms. James, I’m here to take you to your room. I’ve just come from there, the staff is setting your dining room for dinner, so we best get moving so it doesn’t get cold.”
Alistair, according to his nametag, had the good sense to school his features and not indicate he’d just walked into what felt like a pornographic display of lips, teeth and tongue.
The atmosphere cooled. Finn stepped back wiping his lips and shooting me a sheepish wink.
“Feel better, Ms. James. Hopefully I’ll see you around.”
Before I could even say thanks for rescuing me, or hey come back to my hotel room and prove it, he was behind the wheel of his truck and pulling out of the roundabout.
Unfortunately for me, every blood cell in my body vibrated in concert, and the song it sang was about a bar owner named Finn with concrete gray eyes, and a dirty, pouty mouth.
About Willow Sanders
A marketer by day, and author by night, Willow Sanders is a best-selling author of sweet with heat Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. She loves to write spunky, take no shit women, and understanding men with a strong side of sarcasm and an extra helping of BDE. When not writing you can find her torn between her loyalty to the Fighting Illini and her husband’s loyalty to Michigan State, bemoaning traffic, feeding her caffeine addiction, and trying to find the connection between her and the Gilmore Girls–because she is certain she is a long-lost family member.
◆ Finn ◆ Used to be, the family bar was hopping until last call every night. Now? If the bank doesn’t take her away from me in the next two months, it’ll be a miracle. All because some fatcat politician thought building a new highway would earn him a few more votes. The last thing I need? A firecracker who has curves in all the right places and a smart mouth, telling me what to do to save my own damn bar. I can do this alone; except I recognize the pain I see in those moss-colored eyes. Sure I don’t need any help, but it seems like she does. ♥ Gemini ♥ All I wanted was a relaxing vacation. Fresh mountain air. Some uninterrupted time with a book. Yeah, right. Maybe I could relax if the bar I stumbled upon—literally– wasn’t run by the sexiest, and most annoying, man in the world. Five minutes in, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to drag him across the bar and kiss him or pour my beer down his flannel shirt. He won’t ask for help, but what he doesn’t know? I’ve never backed down from a challenge. Finn’s going to learn just how stubborn I can be. And maybe…we’ll find our happily ever after.
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A cheating ex. A backstabbing former bestie A roommate situation straight out of hell. Moving to a small town wasn’t on my BINGO card, but it suddenly made perfect sense. One dart aimed at a map, and I landed in Mustang Prairie. Turns out, small-town America isn’t all tractors and apple pies. Now I’ve got silver-haired ladies showing up early to my dance class,a solid new crew of friends, and the hottest man I’ve ever seen—who just so happens to live next door.
He’s short. He’s rude. He’s grump AF. And somehow, he’s exactly what I didn’t know I needed. We’re both battle-scarred Both running scared Both a little bit broken Is this thing between us real enough to heal us, Or will we end up running…again?
I’m headed to New York to confront the man I met on New Year’s Eve eight months ago. I had to bring my goat. And…I’m eight months pregnant.
The man I’m meeting in his fancy New York office is the saltiest hunk of male beauty you never want to cross. He wouldn’t know a smile if you drew one on his face.
I slept with him on a dare. Yes, we used protection.
Faulty protection, apparently.
I was going to raise the baby in my Colorado yurt with my pet goat Matilda. My two best girlfriends were going to be the other moms, but their lives moved on.
I’m a yoga teacher with forty dollars to my name. I had to hitchhike to get here.
I didn’t have a goat-sitter, so I’m loading Matilda onto the subway and headed to Wall Street.
It’s time to confront a salty baby daddy in a place called Pickle Media.
— Salty Pickle is a salty-sunshine story between a city boy and a country girl who are thrown together with a newborn, a goat, and a goat baby, and more poop cleanup than should ever grace the pages of a romance novel, but here we are. It’s part of the Top 100 Pickleverse of rom coms, but you do not need to read any of the other books before this one. You can start your wild adventure with the Pickle family right here.
The last thing I need while trying to make a success of my outdoor adventure company is a beautiful distraction. It takes all my focus to fight off the demons that remain from the injury that ended my career as a Royal Marine and deal with the clients that make me want to climb the nearest mountain and never come down.
But Parker Lawrence walks into our office, takes over a phone call, and changes everything. My desperate desire to keep her close has nothing to do with the fact that she’s sunshine personified—sweet, capable, and completely unfazed by my grumpitude and total lack of charm.
She’s also hiding something. I should mind my own business, but this bright Southern belle has gotten under my skin, and I want to save her every bit as much as it feels like she’s saving me.
When her secret catches up to her, I’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if those overprotective instincts risk driving away the best thing that’s ever walked into my life.
The One Month Boyfriend: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (Wildwood Society Romance Book 1)
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Fake dating my sworn enemy to make my ex so jealous he can’t see straight? Worth it.
Silas and I agree on one thing, and one thing only: my ruthless, heartless, narcissistic jerk of an ex-fiancé needs to be taken down a notch.
So we do what anyone would do: we pretend to be a couple.
Even though Silas and I are polar opposites. Silas is a loud, cheerful, over the top showboat. He’s his hometown’s golden boy, the Marine who came back to rescue kittens from trees and walk old ladies across the street.
And me? I’m the awkward new girl who freezes up around strangers and can’t make small talk to save my life.
It shouldn’t work. We can barely have a conversation without arguing. There’s no way we should be friends, let alone dating, except… Everyone believes it.
Especially my ex.
Now I’m having way too many real fantasies about the man who gets on my last nerve. My fake boyfriend is starting to feel a whole lot like a real one.
The kisses feel real. The way he protects me feels real. The night we spend together in a hotel bed feels very real.
This was supposed to be fake, but I think I might have fooled myself most of all.
I crashed a socialite’s lux birthday party, and her hot billionaire brother ends up taking me home.
Bennett Brooks is southern royalty and everything I am not. He’s a tanned James Bond with serious villain vibes and I find myself melting in his Casanova hands.
He’s spoiled, clean-cut, and has not one tattoo on his body. He’s fallen head over heels for me.
I think I’m falling for him too, but I don’t belong in his world, I just want to open my own restaurant.
Bennet
Lola. Wow. This woman has blown me away but I’m way out of her league. I can’t help but be jealous of every man that as much as looks at her.
All I can offer her is my body and my fortune, that is until my father decides I have to go away on business trips that keep me away from my kitten.
Will the long distance break us? Will she wait for me?
She was ready to become her own woman… Passion. It’s the one thing that’s been missing from Marilyn’s life. After years of mediocre sex and a distinct lack of orgasms, she gets up in the middle of the deed, ending her relationship with the golden boy everyone thought she would marry. A year later she’s ready to pursue her dreams. And her passions. When her cousin Dixie proposes a summer in New Orleans to work on their goals away from parental expectations, Marilyn eagerly agrees. He wasn’t ready for the bombshell girl next door… Zack likes his life just the way it is, especially now that his band books enough gigs to pay the bills. When he needs an itch scratched there’s no end of willing women, He hadn’t counted on the sweet southern belle next door, Or those miles of smooth legs on display in those itty bitty shorts she favored. When she approached him in that shy way of hers asking for lessons on passion, he thought she was crazy. Then he thought she was the best damn thing that ever happened to him. It was supposed to be temporary. Fun. Not forever.
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