New Age/College 2
Series: Lucas Brothers
Author: Jordan Marie
Reading Source on all three: ARC/PURCHASED
The Perfect Stroke
Raging Heart On
Cocked and Loaded
The Perfect Stroke
Raging Heart On
Cocked and Loaded
About The Perfect Stroke
Gray Lucas is everything I hate in a man.
Cocky, rich, entitled and a player.
He’s a pro athlete and his exploits are legendary—one of which was me.
We had a one-night-stand.
It was wild, passionate, exhilarating and a big mistake.
Except maybe it wasn’t.
Because the more time I spend with him and his crazy family, the more I want him to stay…
But men don’t stay…do they?
The moment I saw Claudia Cooper again, other women ceased to exist for me.
She’s smart-mouthed, tough-as-nails, and gorgeous. She’s perfect.
I’m the man for her, the only man for her. She just doesn’t know it yet.
I have a reputation for playing hard, fast and dirty.
Love ‘em and Leave ‘em.
What CC doesn’t know yet,
Is that I’m not playing. I’m claiming her.
Take a man who always gets what he wants,
A woman who has learned not to want,
A crazy mother and insane siblings…
And oh yeah add in a skunk just to make things interesting—
And you just might have The Perfect Stroke.
About Raging Heart On
I’ve decided to have a baby.
The only problem?
I’m as single as they come.
So I jokingly make a list of possible baby daddies.
My best friend White finds the list … and his name’s on top.
My panty-melting-hot, best buddy, White.
My football player, never-going-to-settle-down best friend.
He’s telling me he won’t let anyone else near me.
He’s out to prove he’s the only man for the job.
I should say no. The idea is crazy, right?
Except the things he does to my body leaves me begging for more.
My crazy best friend wants a baby.
Like hell I’m going to let her get knocked up by anyone but me.
Having a baby with my best friend is the last thing I ever thought I’d want.
But one taste of those sweet lips and I can’t think about wanting anything else.
She’s not sure I can commit.
But I’ll convince her I have exactly the tool she needs… even if her and I have to break a few beds to prove it.
She wants a baby? I want her everything.
And I’m going to be there every step of the way… with a raging heart on.
About Happy Trail:
I’ve loved Luka Fields my entire life.
He was my first crush, my first kiss, my first time, and my first heartbreak.
Love isn’t like in the movies, or the books you read.
Sometimes you give up…
And regret it your entire life.
Petal was the love of my life.
Losing her nearly destroyed me.
I’ve tried to move on, but I can’t.
It’s time to get my woman back—and this time I’m keeping her.
Luckily as a sheriff I have handcuffs at my disposal.
A Lucas Brother’s standalone novel.
About Cocked and Loaded:
When I slap the handcuffs on her
I’ll be taking her to bed, not jail.
Getting involved with the wrong woman can destroy your life.
I had to move back home and lose my position as Detective to get away from one.
The last thing I need is to repeat my mistake.
I should be happy.
Deputy in my home town, surrounded by family and friends—
Life is good.
Then she crashes—literally crashes—into my world.
Adelle Harrington is a pain in my ass.
She’s way too high maintenance for my taste.
She’s sassy, opinionated, and stubborn as hell.
She’s also the Mayor’s only daughter.
Which means she should be completely off limits.
I tried to stay away, but when she forces my hand, all bets are off.
She picked the wrong cop to tangle with.
I’ve got her in my sites, she’s not getting away.
About Knocking Boots:
This cowboy will stop at nothing to lasso his bride.
Too bad she won’t cooperate.
I don’t know who Jansen Reed thinks he is, but I’m pretty sure he’s the reason God gave me the middle finger.
He’s frustrating and likes to play on my last nerve.
He’s also drop-dead gorgeous and my walking fantasy.
Which means he’s bad news.
As a single mother, I don’t have time for his nonsense.
Except when he tips his hat and gives me an easy smile, with those twinkling dark eyes,
I forget that I’ve given up on men.
He promises me forever, and tries to prove that he’s one cowboy that won’t ride away in the sunset.
Something about him makes me want to believe in fairy tales again.
But, girls like me don’t get happy endings and we sure don’t fall in love.
About Medicine Man:
Willow Taylor lives in a castle with large walls and iron fences. But this is no ordinary castle. It’s called Heartstone Psychiatric Hospital and it houses forty other patients. It has nurses with mean faces and techs with permanent frowns.
It has a man, as well. A man who is cold and distant. Whose voice drips with authority. And whose piercing gray eyes hide secrets, and maybe linger on her face a second too long.
Willow isn’t supposed to look deep into those eyes. She isn’t supposed to try to read his tightly-leashed emotions. Neither is she supposed to touch herself at night, imagining his powerful voice and that cold but beautiful face.
No, Willow Taylor shouldn’t be attracted to Simon Blackwood at all.
Because she’s a patient and he’s her doctor. Her psychiatrist.
The medicine man.
Author: Penelope Bloom
Reading Source: PROMOTIONAL/ARC/BOUGHT
About His Banana:
My new boss likes rules, but there’s one nobody dares to break…
No touching his banana.
Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict.
Of course, I touched it.
If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth.
I chewed it up, too… I even swallowed.
I know. Bad, bad, girl.
Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy’s banana does not make the best first impression.
I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing.
Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.
This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption.
Cue the James Bond music.
I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.
Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some “makes men question their sexuality” for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.
Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that’s where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me.
Yeah. I know. It didn’t seem like a good sign to me, either.
About Her Cherry:
How’d I meet her?
Well, a gentleman never brags.
Thankfully, I’m no gentleman.
First, I paid for her cherry (pie, but that’s not the point),
Next, I deflowered her.
After that? I left my business card and walked out like I owned the place.
Yeah, you could say we hit it off.
How did I meet William?
He walked into my bakery, bought a cherry pie, stole a vase of flowers—I still have no idea what he wanted with them—and left his business card.
Before I say what I did with the business card, I should clarify something:
William couldn’t have walked into my life at a worse time.
My bakery was failing.
My creepy ex refused to leave me alone.
Oh, and I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, a fact my friends refused to stop hassling me about.
Fixing my little virginity problem with William would be like swatting a fly with a hammer. Overkill, but the best kind.
William was stupid hot, the kind of hot that makes women do stupid things. The kind of hot that made me think crazy things. Like thinking the fly wouldn’t even mind getting hammered by William and his washboard abs. That makes two of us.
So I called him.
Maybe it was against my better judgment. Maybe I was stepping into a disaster waiting to happen.
I knew I was in trouble when he chuckled in that deep, sexy voice of his over the phone and said, “I’m still craving your cherry. Do you deliver?”
About His Treat:
Having a hot boss isn’t complicated or confusing at all,
Said no one ever…
But all I have to do is resist for a few months.
Come January, I’m flying to Paris to chase my dream of being an artist,
Too bad I can’t have my treat and eat it, too.
I forgot to mention… My hot boss was also my high school crush.
First, I wanted to crush him with gooey affection.
In the end, I just plain wanted to crush him.
Now he’s back, and he might as well have “do not touch” printed on his chest.
One tiny question: would it count if I didn’t use my hands?
Let me answer my own question. Yes, Emily, you raging horndog, it counts. Besides, my dream is practically waiting for me like a perfectly wrapped, shiny little package if I can just behave. I’d be an absolute idiot to risk that, and I have a long, proud history of not being an idiot to protect.
Unless it’s kind of like when you do really well in class all semester so you can afford to flunk a test at the end. Three months is a long time, and if he’s the one giving me the big, fat, dirty “F”, it does add a little dose of temptation to the equation.
But all I have to do is one quick job for him. A few posters and a few props for a big Halloween party that he’s hosting.
Then I just walk away from his dreamboat eyes and perfect body, grab a plane, and forget about all the beautiful children we could’ve squeezed inside our white picket fence.
About His Package:
His package ended up inside my box.
Calm down, perv. My mailbox.
As soon as I saw what was inside,
I knew two things:
It belonged to my hot neighbor, and he had a dirty secret.
Normally, I was more of a cat person. As in, if I had to choose who lives, I’m going to take the cat nine times out of ten. It’s not that I particularly like cats, I just don’t particularly like most people.
My neighbor wasn’t most people. He lived in the apartment across the hall, and he was your typical, buttoned-up, fancy shoes, smells like a Calvin Klein commercial, looks like he actually flosses kind of guy. I mean, seriously? Wasn’t flossing just made up by dentists so they could go on their little power trips once every six months?
The point was, this guy very obviously had his life all put together. He was Mr. Perfect, and If you asked me, he needed to be brought down a few pegs to wallow with the rest of us.
Cue his long, thick, package penetrating my tight little mailbox.
I know. It’s absolutely sick. It was such an obvious ploy to hit on me. Forget the fact that the mail lady put it there, my neighbor and I both knew what kind of game he was playing. Oh yeah, we totally knew. It was on. It was in, if you would.
I accidentally dropped a knife on the package a few times back in my apartment. It basically sprang open on its own, and I had no choice but to look inside.
His dirty little secret was staring me right in the face. As it turned out, Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect. Who knew?
Hint: I knew. And I was absolutely going to enjoy every second of what was coming.
About Her Secret:
I’ll admit it. I messed up.
Mistake #1: Asking Peter Barnidge for a job.
Mistake #2: Accepting his offer instead of throwing it in his face like I planned.
Mistake #3: In the interest of stopping before #99, I’ll pretend the only
Peter Barnidge… Where do I even start? How
I wish it was easier to just plain hate him, instead of the twisted, confusing blend of hatred and attraction I feel. But he’s the bad kind of attractive. Dark with a side of smoldering heat. The kind of hot that makes me want to do that Catholic cross thing every time I look at him, because one glance takes my brain straight to a world of sin.
Speaking of sin… I also lied a little during my interview. But I’m a single mom and I’d do anything to provide for my daughter, even if it meant keeping one tiny little secret. Unfortunately, even small secrets have a way of growing over time.
I think it’s only a matter of time before he finds out, and somehow, I don’t think he’s going to be happy when he does.