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I have no idea why Raelynn Walker is pretending to be her famous recording artist sister. I know it's been five years since high school, but did she honestly think I wouldn't recognize the shy twin? The one who couldn't carry a tune if her life depended on it? The one I'd crushed on since…forever? Whatever her reason, when she runs into Sam's Pub with a hoard of her sister's fans hot on her heels, throws her arms around me and plants her luscious lips on mine…let's just say that the universe opened and gave me what I'd waited forever for. I should probably tell her I know who she is. Keeping my mouth shut and giving her a wild night in her sister's shoes is wrong, right? Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Gamer, because I'm…you know…good.
I have no idea why Raelynn Walker is pretending to be her famous recording artist sister. I know it's been five years since high school, but did she honestly think I wouldn't recognize the shy twin? The one who couldn't carry a tune if her life depended on it? The one I'd crushed on since...forever? Whatever her reason, when she runs into Sam's Pub with a hoard of her sister's fans hot on her heels, throws her arms around me and plants her luscious lips on mine...let's just say that the universe opened and gave me what I'd waited forever for. I should probably tell her I know who she is. Keeping my mouth shut and giving her a wild night in her sister's shoes is wrong, right? Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Gamer, because I'm...you know...good.
Confessions of a Bad Boy Millionaire by Cathryn Fox Pdf
She's my best friend's kid sister, and I had long ago vowed to keep away. But when she asks me to help make her dream man jealous at her work's annual weekend getaway, I just about lose my Sh$%. She might think she's the ugly duckling, and maybe I teased her too much when she wore pigtails. But Fu%$ I had to do something to hide my real feelings, because she's the hottest girl I know. If some douchebag is too stupid to see the swan, she shouldn't be with him. No, she should be with a guy like me, one who would worship her, bring her to life beneath my hands…my mouth. But I'm a player with a reputation, and she's off limits. Yeah, keeping my hands to myself is what I need to do. Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Millionaire, because I'm…you know…good.
I’m the hard-ass president and CEO of a multimillion dollar company. I have rules and do things strictly by the book. Until sweet and innocent Holly crashes her car in a thunderstorm, and I take her to my cabin—my off limits sanctuary outside the city—for safety. She doesn’t know my true identity, doesn’t know my rules: sex is for pleasure, and relationships are out of the question. But when tension bubbles up between us, and nearly sets my cabin on fire, I’m suddenly conflicted. Breaking my rules are out of the question, especially after I find out who she really is. I need to end this. Now. Yeah, walking away is what I need to do. Then again, they don’t call me Bad Boy CEO, because I’m…you know…good.
Confessions of a Bad Boy Doctor by Cathryn Fox Pdf
I might be a sports medicine doctor but nothing could have prepared me for my best friend's kid sister. When she steps into my bedroom, dressed in a short, sexy robe, asking me to examine her…groin…I nearly bite off my tongue. This girl is hands off all the way. But dammit if little Kitty Kat hasn't grown into a gorgeous tigress. She drops her robe and exposes silky lingerie, tempting me in ways that Fu%& me over. I should put a stop to her games. I want to put a stop to them. Taking her to my bed is wrong, right? Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Doctor, because I'm…you know…good.
I was never a girl to drool over the hockey players at our academy—they’re all egotistical jerks. But since my father is the coach of Scotia Storms, everywhere I turn, there’s a player—in more ways than one. I’m smart enough to know they don’t just avoid me because I’m the coach’s daughter. They avoid me because I’m a nerdy drama student with no game. With winter break upon us, I plan to escape to Florida, to where no one knows my past. Or that I’m the butt of every hockey player’s joke. It’s true, I overheard the hurtful bet no player had the balls to take. Not that I’d hand over my pesky V-card to any of them. Nope, I plan to take care of that problem on a beach down south. Until the storm of the century throws a monkey wrench into my plans, and I find myself snowed-in with a smoking hot Southie. I figured he was the perfect guy to help me with my pesky problem—until my stupid heart got involved. How could I avoid it when he was sweet and kind, and so different from the guys at the academy? I begin to dream about our future, until the storm breaks and I realize he’s everything I never wanted and I’m everything that can destroy his future.
Professor She’s way too innocent for me and I know it—and I should leave it that. If I knew what was good for me I would. Cop I’m not violating any rules, but this is my best friend’s daughter, which means she’s hands off all the way, right? Fighter She’s a good girl from the right side of the track. I’m anything but. Which means I should keep my goddamn eyes and my hand to myself. Gamer I have no idea why Raelynn Walker is pretending to be her famous recording artist sister. I know it’s been five years since high school, but did she honestly think I wouldn’t recognize the shy twin? Millionaire She’s my best friend’s kid sister, and I had long ago vowed to keep away. But when she asks me to help make her dream man jealous at her work’s annual weekend getaway, I just about lose my Sh$%. CEO I’m the hard-ass president and CEO of a multimillion dollar company. I have rules and do things strictly by the book. Until sweet and innocent Holly crashes her car in a thunderstorm, and I take her to my cabin—my off limits sanctuary—for safety.
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Professor: She’s way too innocent for me and I know it—and I should leave it that. If I knew what was good for me I would. But fu%$ it. I rarely go with what’s good for me, which is why I’m sitting on a goddamn bar stool when I should be back at Penn State, grading papers. I don’t normally stay for a drink after a gig—and I really need to give this shit up—but tonight, I don’t know, there’s just something about the birthday girl that’s throwing me off. I should leave. I’m a psych professor, for Christ’s sakes. Ever hear of code of conduct? Yeah, well I’m violating every rule I promised to uphold—which is why I can’t act on my urges, right? Then again, they don’t call me Professor Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good. Officer: Not only is she too young for me, she’s my partner’s daughter for Christ’s sake. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll stay far, far away. I’m a cop, with the law to uphold, but when I find her trying to stave off unwanted advances, I give her a safe word, insisting she text me with it if she ever finds herself in trouble. Only problem is, I had no idea what I was getting myself in to. Or maybe I did. Either way, years later when all grown up Layla texts me, and I discover she used the safe word to lure me into her bed, I know I’m in all kinds of trouble. I’m not violating any rules, but this is my best friend’s daughter, which means she’s hands off all the way, right? Then again, they don’t call me Officer Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good. Fighter: She’s a good girl from the right side of the tracks. I’m anything but. Which means I should keep my goddamn eyes and my hand to myself. But the thing is, I’m a fighter. My hands are my life, and sometimes they have a mind of their own—and most times they take without permission. When she agrees to a drink after my fight I take the mayor’s daughter to a nice restaurant. Only problem is she keeps licking her lips and that Sh$% is turning me on. I order her to the bathroom with plans to follow her in. If I knew what was good for me, I’d walk away, combat my plans to corrupt the good girl. Then again, they don’t call me Fighter Bad Boy, because I’m…you know…good. SEAL: Bonus Book, I’m a Navy SEAL for Christ’s sake. A law-abiding citizen with steely determination, and a rigid control that never wavers—until she walks in. She ‘s looking for trouble. Of that I have no doubt. I should walk away, but damned if she doesn’t have that hot librarian look about her, and that sh$% is straight out of my fantasies. When I see the spark in her eyes as she visually feasts on me, I can’t help but want to ignite it, and create our own set of fireworks this Fourth of July. But taking her to the back room and bending her over the pool table is wrong, right? Then again, they don’t call me SEAL Bad Boy, because I’m…you know…good.
As a bookworm in rural Nova Scotia, a girl who always orbited the popular crowd, I craved acceptance. During my freshman year at Scotia Academy, I devised a plan to transform myself. My reinvention, however, leads to a chain of unsettling events, blurring the boundaries between my true self and the façade I've created. When a baby unexpectedly appears outside my dorm room, I'm forced to live with my best friend's brother Kace Andrews—a notorious hockey player who loves all the puck bunnies. Well, all the puck bunnies except for me. But soon enough, he begins to see beyond my disguise, which leads to soft kisses, tender touches and late nights between the sheets. We’re on a journey of self-discovery as we play house, but when a reckless mistake catches up with me, bringing up old hurts Kace can’t seem to outrun, I question whether our love is enough to help rebuild our shattered trust in a world consumed by betrayal.
Dane Taylor: Scotia Storms biggest player. A rule-breaker who is wild, reckless and fun. He’s everything I’m not allowed to be—or be around—thanks to an overbearing brother who just happens to be Dane’s captain. But when Dane rescues me from a bad situation, I can’t help but want him, which leads to a secret relationship that allows me to grow. Then, the worst thing that could ever happen to me, happens. And one bad decision leads to another. I find myself hurting everyone I ever cared about. Maybe I should have listened to my brother—since all I do is make mistakes--and maybe I never should have kept secrets from the player who was never playing at all when it came to loving me.
"Gavin and Luce are the cutest. One of the best mistaken identity/ bait and switch stories I’ve read in ages." 5 Stars, Amazon Reviewer. I wasn’t supposed to fall for my sister’s wedding planner. But a hot Scot who always wore a kilt – and wasn’t into women? Yeah, that had my name written all over it. Why, you ask? Oh, because I always go for the wrong kind of guy. But then he started acting all flirty, and a late night of menu planning, coupled with an unexpected kilt mishap…let’s just say, the lifelong mystery of what a Scot wears beneath his kilt…solved. Hey, why can’t a strait-laced financial advisor have a little kilt free—err I mean guilt free—fun? Let me tell you why. Because he was sweet and kind, protective and supportive, and my stupid heart got involved. But then I discovered the hot Scot wasn’t at all who I thought he was, and that sometimes, sadly, the bridesmaid can’t have her cake and eat it too…
After spending my life in the shadows, all I ever wanted was to feel special, to be seen. So, when the hottest guy on our hockey team decides he wants me, I’m shocked, and thrilled. Until a player from a rival team challenges my boyfriend to a bet—and wins. Oh, did I mention I’m the prize. For one solid month I belong to the enemy. Except it’s hard to think of him as the enemy when he showers me with tender touches, soft kisses, and shows me what it’s really like to feel special, to be seen. How could I not fall for a guy like that? But, when our thirty days end, and the enemy proves to be the man I’ve always needed, I’m faced with an unsettling truth—it’s possible he’s the only one who doesn’t believe it. Was I nothing more than a pawn in a game of hate?
Tavish Findlay. MMA’s ultimate bad boy. A hot Scot covered in more art than the Guggenheim. I don’t care how freaking hot he is… Or how much my son adores him after he jumped in to protect him from bullies. Never again will I get involved with a guy who loves the limelight—loves women—no matter how much he throws me off kilter. But then he’s suddenly right there... A rock solid man who makes me feel like I’m the most important woman in the world. And when he takes me in his arms…kisses with possession…touches with obsession… Damn you ovaries! Then he picks up the broom. A BROOM, ladies!!! Someone stick a fork in me. I. Am. Done. Honestly, how could I not fall for a tatted up Prince Charming as he sweeps my floor? But if I submit and surrender, will he open his protected heart. Or will he tap out and walk away with mine. Do you think I should find out?
He was my brother’s best friend – my teenage crush. Until one night—one beautiful mistake—changed it all. He took off to play college ball for Michigan, and my brother and I never set eyes on him again. Now, three years later, I’m in Houston for a romance writing conference. He’s at the same hotel for the MLB playoffs. That’s when our past catches up with us, and the real games begin. This time, I plan to fix past mistakes and rewrite our ending. All is well until he discovers a secret that sends my plot in a new direction, one where happily ever after just might not exist.
I hate everything about him. Everything from his boyish good looks to the flawless fit of his jersey. But you know what I hate the most? That his family, owners of the biggest seafood company in Lunenburg, is trying to run our small, family seafood business into the ground. But when fate takes a turn and Liam comes to my rescue, I begin to see another side of him. That’s when I soften. Can you say stupid? Yeah, I know, I can too. Because we all know that getting involved with the enemy—even secretly—is not a smart move. But his touch shuts down my brain, and my ability to think with reason. Soon enough I’m consumed by the hockey player who wants me, and me only. Or at least I thought he did. Until he does something that could destroy my family, destroy us, leaving me with the burning question of how I can possibly navigate a path forward and salvage what remains of us.
