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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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 she knew what was good for her, she’d walk away and not give me a chance to corrupt the good girl. Then again, they don’t call me Fighter Bad Boy, 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.
As the owner and CEO of Sugar Bites, a multi-million dollar Candy Company, I set the office rules, and always lead by example. Until sweet little Eden sits on my lap and tells me all her Christmas wishes. She had no idea I was behind the beard, and I had no idea that beneath her hideous Christmas sweaters, my newly appointed public relations manager was more naughty than nice. I should stay away. I want to stay away. The whole no fraternizing rule was put in place for a reason, but when she’s tasked with helping me try out a new body chocolate, things get a little…sticky. I know better than to break my own rules, then again, they don’t call me Santa Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good.
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.
LOVE LESSONS When cartoonist, Grace Bennett is given the mandate to take her comic strip from the satirical side of dating to the magical moments between couples in love, she panics. How can she possibly write about something as vital as love when she’s never experienced it? What she needs is a miracle. Enter her best friend, Nate Wright, a man with a reputation for falling in love every other weekend. When Nate readily offers to share his extensive knowledge in matters of the heart and give her lessons in love, Gracie has no option but to accept his help. Nate can’t believe his luck. He’s been crazy about Gracie since the moment he laid eyes on her, but she’s kept him firmly n the friend zone. Helping her out with her comic strip is the perfect opportunity to get closer, show her what real romance is all about and what it could be like with him, but he must keep his ulterior motive on the down low because if she doesn’t share his feelings, he risks losing everything. One kiss has Grace doubting the wisdom in bringing Nate into the mix, while he is more determined than ever to show her that with love, anything is possible. WRAPPED UP Business deal behind him, attorney Carter Reed can’t wait to get to the airport and put Stone Cliff Resort and the festive town of Deerfield behind him, but impatience, a winter storm and snowy road cause him to accidentally hit a dog, leaving him no choice but to stop and check on it. When a mysterious woman comes to his aid and tells him the injured animal is a magical wolf and he’ll soon gain his heart’s desire, he’s even more determined to get back on the road. He doesn’t believe in magic, and the last thing he needs is more false hopes and empty promises. Biologist, Josie Walker takes one look at Carter and wonders if her Christmas wish has been granted. She’d like nothing more than to take him home and unwrap him, but Scrooge is determined to get out of town. Carter soon becomes caught up in Josie’s spirit of Christmas, but when the storm abates and he’s finally able to leave, will he turn his back on the girl who thawed his frozen heart, or find the courage to ask for everything he’s always wanted?
