Lynda Chance

Three brothers. . . One Empire. . . The House of Rule Damian Rule is an ultra-staid businessman who likes his life just so. He wears his hair cut short; he demands his business affairs be organized, and he insists that his women be impeccably groomed and conservative in both speech and appearance. When he meets Angie Ross for the first time, he sees a hot, beautiful, gothic mess. With her fishnet stockings and spiked leather cuffs, she's wildly inappropriate for his long term needs. But for the short term? She'll do just fine. Excerpt: Angie followed Damian's secretary across what seemed like miles of plush carpet and walked into the office when indicated. She was still in a state of shock; she'd found out in the reception area that he didn't merely work in the downtown high-rise, he owned the building. She heard the door snap closed behind her, and with her heart catching, she faltered just inside the large room. Her gaze was caught and held by dark eyes as Damian leaned against a desk of solid mahogany while standing completely still, obviously awaiting her arrival. His eyes were both sharp and hooded, his body held in a pose of relaxation that seemed inconsistent with the almost tangible electricity that radiated from him in waves. Her pulse pounding, her footsteps stalled completely. Before she could get a word out, he pushed off the desk and began to track her across the office, his muscles corded and his eyes reflecting a sheen of purpose. The space between them narrowed rapidly as his eyes fell to her throat and then scanned her body quickly before lifting to her face again. Any semblance of a smile dissolved as his expression hardened imperceptibly; a raw sizzle filled the air as his brooding features reflected a harsh, atavistic hunger that almost brought Angie to her knees as he stood not six inches away in all his tall, masculine glory. He stood almost indolently for the beat of three seconds before reaching out and seizing her with a dominant force that gave her not an ounce of choice in the matter.

Rule's Obsession

USA Today's bestselling author of Rule's Obsession and Rule's Property, Lynda Chance brings you a contemporary romance filled with steamy, alpha-male heat: Marco's Redemption: Blurb: Marco Donati is rich, ruthless--and more often than not--indiscriminate. Interested only in satisfying his sexual needs casually and frequently, he has no intention of changing a thing about his life. Natalie Lambert is alone, broke, and new to the city when a chance encounter leaves her under the power and control of Marco Donati. Excerpt: Natalie took refuge in the upstairs powder room of the mansion in River Oaks and held her tube of lip-gloss with hands that shook. She desperately tried to control the trembling in her fingers so she could reapply the color to her lips. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew her inner turmoil was well hidden behind a façade of soft silky hair, a sleek designer dress, and perfect make-up that lacked only the gloss she sought to repair. The door began to open with not even a hint of warning and her eyes flew to the knob that she’d sworn she'd locked. Her breath lodged in her throat as Marco slipped inside, secured the door that she had failed to lock only minutes before, and came to stand behind her in the tiny room. He pressed his chest against her back, propelling her forward a few inches until she was crowded against the vanity. Her nerves shifted restlessly, and the impact of his body against hers made the lipstick fall from her fingers and land in the sink in front of her. He caught and held her eyes in the mirror. The furious look on his face jolted her heart and her pulse skittered alarmingly and began pounding in her chest. He towered over her, the muscles beneath his designer suit corded and strained. His eyes were narrowed and he held his lips tightly closed over teeth she knew were gritted in anger. She struggled to control her features, to keep all expression from her face. She would be damned if she let him see how badly she was hurting. She refused to take responsibility for the scene that had just taken place downstairs; she was innocent of all wrong-doing. She began to open her mouth to tell him so. Before she could get one word out, his hand snaked out and covered her mouth and suppressed her words in a grip so ruthless that it made her nostrils flare and her eyes widen in barely controlled panic. He lowered his mouth to her ear and held her eyes with his while he hissed out his fury. "I told you not to wear this dress." He held her silent and immobilized with one steely arm while his other hand reached in front of her and encapsulated her flesh. He captured her between his finger and thumb and held tightly, just short of pain, in a display of ownership and control. Natalie sucked in oxygen through her nose and closed her eyes against him and the erotic picture they made in the mirror. His hands tightened as he continued, "I told you how Kennedy would react if you wore it. He can't keep his eyes off you. . . but when he tried to touch you--" He dropped his hand inside her neckline and delved inside her lace-edged bra until he was holding her breast in a possessive grip. "I knew I shouldn't have let you buy the dress. I'm burning it when we get home." Natalie held her eyes closed and tried not to be controlled by his intimate touch on her naked flesh. It was almost impossible to fight against. It had been this way since the day she'd met him, and she very much feared it would be this way until the day she died. "Open your eyes," he growled in her ear. She didn't comply quickly enough to suit him and his hand dropped from her mouth to land on the pulse beating rapidly in her throat, in a sexually intimidating move. Her eyes flew open at the demanding touch and tangled with his in the mirror as his hands caressed her neck with firm, possessive strokes. She licked her dry lips and tried to get her throat to work. "It's not the dress," she argued softly. "No, it's not the dress. It's you--" Marcos's Redemption; keywords, contemporary romance, alpha-male romance, billionaire romance

Marco's Redemption

From USA Today bestselling author of Rule's Obsession and Rule's Property, Lynda Chance brings you a novella of heat and passion. Blurb: When Jenna Hardin is approached with a business proposition that involves a short-term marriage arrangement, she hesitatingly agrees. It doesn't take long before she realizes that the business involved is only a smokescreen and that she is the ultimate commodity. Excerpt: Jenna sat in first class and fiddled with the platinum band on her left ring finger. She watched David sitting next to her from the corner of her eye. His hand still held hers loosely, even in sleep, his fingers laced between hers in a hold of ownership, a hold of possession that he’d rarely allowed her away from the entire day. They were approaching the Greater Cincinnati airport and her mind raced over the day that had just passed. It was almost midnight, and everything had been accomplished in one day. When they’d left his house that morning, they'd met with his lawyer, the handsome blond man who'd been with David in the break room that day, and she’d signed a pre-nuptial agreement. He’d promised her a hundred grand when the knot was tied, and she took him at his word. The meeting had been accomplished in less than an hour. A quiver ran through her stomach when she realized the pre-nuptial agreement had already been drawn up; he must have planned everything in advance. Then they’d left the lawyer to board a flight to Vegas, and the minute they’d arrived, he’d hustled her into a twenty-four hour wedding chapel. They’d gotten married quickly without benefit of rings, but he’d located a jewelry store when they left the chapel. He’d had a ring on her finger with what seemed to have been an obscene lack of consideration and time. Leaving the jewelers, they went into a hotel restaurant and had a quick meal, and her mind shied away from what had happened next. They hadn't packed for an overnight stay, and she hadn't understood why he checked into the hotel after they ate. Her stomach had been tied in knots through the meal anyway, and apprehension and nerves screamed in her bloodstream as he pulled her by the hand up the elevators to a room. The minute the door had clicked shut, he turned to her and began unbuttoning her blouse. Panic attacked her and she put her fingers over his to stop him. "What are y-you doing?" He brushed her hands aside and continued to strip her. "Consummating the marriage," he answered sharply. "Why? Can't w-we wait?" "No. I want it consummated now." Disturbed by what they were doing and his reasons for it, she tried to slow him down and lighten the atmosphere. "Why?" Her voice was soft, trying to soothe him. "I'm not going anywhere." His gaze lifted from her buttons and stared into her eyes. "No, you can bet your ass you're not going anywhere." His voice dripped ruthless possession. Her pulse went spinning as he unhooked her bra and pushed it out of his way. He pulled her over to the king sized bed, and unhooked her skirt. "Step out of it." Her mind in a daze at the speed of his actions, she stepped from her clothes and moved onto the bed. He quickly stripped and pushed her legs apart and climbed on top of her. Her heartbeat going wild, she spoke in a whisper of defiance, referring to their agreement. "Just for two years." It was a mistake. His nostrils flared at her words and he grabbed her wrists and lifted them over her head. Huge and pulsing, he began to push into her. He stretched her completely, transferred her wrists to one strong hand, and lifted her face to his with the other. "When I'm good and ready, and not a day before, understand me?" His Indecent Proposal: Keywords: romance, contemporary romance, novella, steamy romance, office romance, boss-secretary romance

His Indecent Proposal

Can love come from a sinful beginning? Jessica Conway is at the end of her rope. She desperately needs a few things that her moral values can't buy: food, shelter, a chance for a better life. Connor Montgomery is tortured with guilt from the past and wants only one thing from Jessica, something he's very willing to pay her for. Setting her up as his mistress seems like the perfect idea. But how long can a situation continue that was a mistake from the very beginning?

The Mistress Mistake

From the author of USA Today's Rule's Obsession and Rule's Property, Lynda Chance brings you: Pursuit, a 50,000 word sensual romance for readers 18+. A stand alone book with a beginning, middle and end. Blurb: GAME ON Logan Crenshaw is doing just fine until a chance meeting with Lauren Jacobs sends his libido into a tailspin. When she turns down his offer of a date, his hunting instincts go on high alert and a predatory urge he never knew existed explodes within him.--Lauren Jacob's life is perfectly predictable until she meets Logan Crenshaw, a man who won't take 'no' for an answer. Logan is more rampaging beast than normal man and Lauren finds herself the prey he wants to plunder. Being the target of his sexual quest is more than exciting, but when it's over, will she be safe in his care or just the prize after his merciless pursuit? Excerpt: Lauren bent and grabbed her purse and Logan stood to his feet, frowning. "You're wearing that?" he asked with a grimace. Lauren glanced down and looked at herself. She wore a red blouse with the shoulders cut out, black pleated shorts and stilettos. She glanced back up and saw his intent stare and had to smile. "This outfit is conservative. I'll have you know these are lined, linen shorts." He didn't comment and Lauren received the impression that he couldn't. She almost laughed; she'd never even remotely seen him speechless before. His eyes continued to run over her and when he didn't speak, she said, "We're going to a dance club. I'm twenty-five years old and you know what they say: you're only young once. I'm going to be among friends and besides, I'm sure you wouldn't let any harm come to me, right?" His gaze slid back to hers and examined her thoroughly. His look became territorial and Lauren was hit with the same shaky feeling she always got when he was this close to her. Butterflies started fluttering in her stomach and her knees weakened. He walked forward with a purpose and picked up a lock of her hair and twirled it around his finger until he stopped at her scalp. She felt the tug on her hair center all the way to the juncture between her thighs. "Did I just hear you correctly?" The words rattled from his throat in a brusque, possessive tone. "Did you just grant me the right to be the man who protects you?" Lauren's heart began beating viciously in her chest. She heard his question through a roaring in her ears. Her remark had been off-handed. She hadn't really meant anything serious with her question, so why was he taking it so seriously and why did she think this was suddenly a pivotal moment in their relationship? She tried to think, tried to get her brain to function. She licked her lips and tried to put the ball back in his court. "Do you . . . do you want to be that man?" His answer was a silent one. A glimmer of heat exploded in his eyes and he began nodding his head, slowly, up and down. With one hand wrapped around her hair, his other hand snaked up and wrapped around her cheek and lifted her face to his. He bent down and kissed her, quickly but firmly, before raising his head again. "Okay. It's a done deal." The intense look in his eyes was scaring her. Scaring her and exciting her all at the same time. Her mother had never told her that there were men like this one living on the planet. Nobody had ever warned her. "Okay, yeah, but--" she began. He cut her off. "No buts." Lauren was excited and nervous and panicky. "Yeah, there's a 'but'." "And what would that be?" he questioned slowly and succinctly, only seeming to be humoring her. "I guess this means we're . . . exclusive--" she began, but he cut her off again. "You got that right," he breathed out in a possessive hiss. "Okay, so it's just you and me, but that doesn't mean . . . " "Doesn't mean what?" he questioned shortly, obviously wanting no conditions on the relationship whatsoever. She narrowed her eyes and gathered her nerves together. "It doesn't mean that you make the rules. You need to understand that going in. You're not the boss of me, you don't tell me what to do, what to wear, or what time I have to be home. We're together, but we're not married or anything like that, and I'm all grown-up and have been for some time and I make my own rules." His eyes impaled hers but Lauren could tell he was listening to her mandate carefully and strategically. Oh, man! She'd been right! It had been a strategy all along! And suddenly she knew that whether she'd given him an opening or not, he'd planned on having a confrontation with her tonight about . . . boundaries. And she'd played into his hands with that statement about him not letting her come to any harm. She really needed to watch what she said around this man. His hands stayed plastered to her skull, and his body filled with a tension that was palpable. "All right, I agree," he answered in a voice that reflected his mercurial mood. "We're not married and I don't own you. You're a big girl and can live by your own rules, for now. All I'm going to say is one thing: You called it. We're together." His hand left her face and slid down and cupped the heat between her legs firmly and aggressively. "And this is mine." His fingers tightened. "Nobody touches you but me, and if somebody lays so much as a finger on a single strand of your hair, they'll wish they were dead." Lauren's jaw dropped and she couldn't seem to close her mouth as he stared down at her. "You got that, babe?" He hissed out while his hand between her legs held her in an unyielding grasp. Lauren sucked in a ragged breath and nodded her head, too stunned to speak. Oh, dear God. She'd just released the Kraken. Pursuit: Keywords, contemporary romance, alpha-male romance, steamy romance, Logan and Lauren

Pursuit

Josh & Hannah

Selena Taylor is an American citizen determined to find her grandparents after she loses her family to the violence of the drug cartel in Mexico. Crossing the border into Texas turns out to be the easy part. Virtually penniless and enticingly innocent, she soon finds herself at the mercy of Travis Blake. Travis is a hard-working, self-made rancher that has never known love or softness of any kind. His only use for women is sexual, and Selena is caught on his ranch with no way out. While Selena plots her escape from his control, Travis ruthlessly and methodically tightens his possession and makes it impossible for her to leave. The struggle that follows is a clash of wills that pits purity against passion, virtue against vice and love against lust.

Under the Cowboy's Control

Resisting the Rancher

Maria Alvarez is her own woman and always has been. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself, so when Garrett Rule storms into her life with inflexible demands and an agenda of his own, she has no choice but to fight back. Garrett Rule has no room in his life for conniving women. When he finds himself inconveniently obsessed with Maria Alvarez, the most conspiring woman of them all, he doesn’t know which is stronger, his need to punish her or the need he feels to have her under his complete sexual control. Luckily for him, he doesn’t plan on choosing; he’ll take both. Excerpt: As Maria stood in the break room, she heard the click of the door shutting and the lock sliding into place. Without turning and looking, she knew who'd done it; she knew who stood behind her. Her hands shook as she made a fist around the coffee filter she'd just pulled from the box. "You knew Villareal was coming today, I believe I mentioned that yesterday." Garrett rasped in a low, heated tone. She had braced herself for a bark, but when he began speaking, that's not what she got. His voice was low and quiet, and the fact that she knew more about his personality wasn't something that was soothing her now. No, it was scaring the crap out of her. Garrett always barked when he was angry. The fact that he felt he had to keep his vocal chords under ruthless control now only proved how furious he really was. "Turn around," he bit out in a voice that brooked no denial. She turned slowly and leaned against the counter for support. "You understand his reputation with women?" Not fully understanding the question, Maria narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "He’s indiscriminate. He’ll do anything on two legs," he elaborated, gritting the words through his teeth. “I told you that once before—he’s a player.” She sucked in a breath. "And you think this has something to do with me, how?" He stared at her for the count of three beats and then pushed off the door. Without hesitation, he advanced on her until he was standing only inches away, invading her personal space. He lifted her chin and his eyes contained a fire that almost scorched her where she stood. His voice when he spoke reflected only a small slip of control, but Maria knew him well enough to know how affected he truly was. "We have a lot of crap going on between us," he announced as his eyes ran over her face, down her neck and landed on the madly beating pulse in her throat. Sliding his hand from her chin, his thumb landed on the spot that told of her rapidly beating heart. He pressed on it, with just a hint of his strength, and raised his eyes back to hers. "I get that you've made it your mission in life to continue to keep me off-balance.” His thumb slid up and down her throat before pressing into her pulse-point again. "Why you feel the need, I don’t have a clue.” He took in a deep breath. “But this dress . . . " His voice trailed off before he began again. "You, in this dress. You know how good you look in it. You knew I’d remember it. You had to know what I’d be thinking about the second I saw you in it." His eyes turned into gleaming slits of accusation. "And you knew he would be here today, watching you. You did it on purpose." "No, I--" She began, knowing he spoke the truth, but not about to admit to it. Why had she worn the freaking dress? Why was she playing with fire? Was it because she’d let him have his way in so many areas that she needed some sort of affirmation of her own control? He interrupted her thoughts and her fiercely beating heart. "You need to be careful with the game you're playing. I’ve been letting you have the upper hand, been letting you win your little game, because it humors me. But be careful, Maria—don’t take it too far." His hand spread out over her neck and his fingers pulsed against her windpipe in a shocking, sexual threat. "Trust me when I tell you that you don't have to go out of your way to provoke my jealousy. I'm already jealous. I already want to kill every man who looks at you. I already want to take you home to St. Louis, tie you to my bed, lock the door and throw away the key."

Rule's Addiction

USA Today bestselling author of Rule's Obsession and Rule's Property, Lynda Chance brings you the second installment of the Redwood Falls series with 'An Eye for an Eye', Zach and Katie's story. A Victim of Circumstance-- Katie Turner has no reason to trust men, especially not a merciless multi-millionaire like Zachary McIntyre who controls and manipulates situations with his vast wealth. But to her dismay, Zach feels her family has wronged him, and Katie is horrified when she suddenly becomes the pawn he's determined to capture. A Man on a Mission--Zach McIntyre wants Katie Turner for one reason: Restitution. He has a score to settle with the Turner family, and only one thing will make them even: Katie Turner, in his bed and at his mercy. He won't be satisfied until he's attained his goal, and he knows exactly the way he wants her: Under contract, under covers . . .under his control. Excerpt: Zachary ran his eyes over the girl in front of him. She wasn’t as young as his sister, and the two years difference in age was a very important two years. It was the difference between girl and almost-woman. He saw the hint of that in Katie's eyes. She was already, undeniably beautiful. With her dark hair and slanted green eyes, she was beautiful in a sultry, exotic way. Even though she was a decade younger than he was, he'd always been aware of her existence; he even had a vague memory of picking her up and taking her home when she'd hurt herself as a child. She'd been a pretty little girl even then. But he'd first noticed Katie sexually only a few months before, when she began hanging around his little sister, about the same time that his wife began banging Chris Turner. The cheating hadn't been much of a secret around town, and he knew that this girl had known about the affair. Zach admitted to himself that he had messed-up feelings about Katie, even back then. Every time he'd seen Katie at his parents’ ranch house, he'd wanted to steal her away. All he could think about at the time was the fact that Chris Turner had stolen his wife, so didn't it seem fair that Zach should have Katie? An eye for an eye, that was the way he looked at it. But there was one thing that stood in Zach's way from doing something stupid, something crazily impetuous. He hadn't had a choice at the time; it had to stand in his way. Katie Turner was too young. And Zach had still been too angry. Livid with it. Even now, long months later, he still couldn't give Katie the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was a nice, decent person, but he refused to consider it. All he could think about was the fact that she was a Turner. A female Turner, and one he wanted so badly it made thinking of anything else almost impossible. Yeah, the feelings he had for Katie were borderline insane and he knew it. She should be his. She should belong to him, because she was owed to him. And even though it was imperative that he let her grow up some first, someday it would happen. He'd bide his time because he'd have to, but one day, he'd feel her underneath him . . . at his mercy. An Eye for an Eye: Zach and Katie's story. Redwood Falls, Book Two. Keywords, series romance, billionaire romance, damaged hero, damaged heroine, alpha-male romance, contemporary romance

Zach and Katie's Story

An Eye for an Eye

Contemporary romance: When Renee Guillot starts her new job with better pay and benefits, she thinks her only worry will be a lack of job security. Little does she know she'll be working for the Devil Incarnate. Suddenly, she's tossed into a world of sexual coercion and dangerous temptation.--Robert Thibodeaux can't be bothered with the mundane details of hiring his own secretary. So when his new employee shows up for work, one look is enough to know that it will never work out. Getting her out of his office and into his bed isn't an easy maneuver, but that's exactly what he wants, and it's only a matter of time before he'll make it happen.

Bedded by the Boss

When the stagecoach that is carrying Emma Martin to her new job in Denver is attacked and robbed in the wilds of Colorado, she is the only survivor. Alone and terrified, she is rescued by Luke Butler, a rancher who knows only one way. His way.---When Luke Butler finds Emma Martin, he has no other choice but to bring her back to his ranch. Soon, his life is turned upside down by a female who doesn't know how to stay put or to take instruction. The battle that follows is a clash or wills, a test of tempers, and a lesson in love.

The Rancher's Virgin Acquisition

John Garrett is a cynical multi-millionaire who is rarely denied anything he wants, until the day he meets Sarah McAlister. Sarah's been hurt in the past and everything about the brooding rancher sends her defenses on high alert. She tries her best to stay out of his path, but his relentless pursuit makes him all but impossible to resist.

Sarah's Surrender

A novella of desire and temptation. A fateful trip into the city delivers unsuspecting single mom Jenny Babin into the hands of ruthless Richard Bergeron. Richard lives in a dark underworld where money is won and lost with a roll of the dice. Jenny is drawn into an erotic relationship filled with passion, dominance and dark persuasion. Can she escape Richard's control before it's too late?

Seduced by the American Millionaire

Three Brothers. One Empire. The House of Rule. Lynda Chance continues the USA Today bestselling series with Nick and Courtney's story in: Rule's Property. It can be read alone or enjoyed with Damian's story, Rule's Obsession. Rule's Addiction, Garrett's story, is coming soon. Blurb: When Courtney Powell is orphaned at seventeen, she loses everything and goes to live with her widowed godmother in St. Louis. From the beginning, the woman's grown children accept her into their family. . . but there's something about the middle brother that causes an inexplicable wariness within her. When she finally emerges from her grief several years later, it becomes apparent that somewhere along the way, without her input and much to her anxiety, she's become Nick Rule's exclusive property. Excerpt: Nick crossed his arms over his chest. "What are your plans? You're coming home, right?" "Yeah, probably," she answered, uncertain. His jaw clenched. "Probably? What does that mean?" At his tone, her spine stiffened. "I need to find a job. If possible, I want to be in a place that's familiar to me. That's either Florida or Missouri." "St. Louis," he narrowed it down emphatically. She nodded her head, but negated that with, "Maybe." With her answer, he pushed off the wall and began to head toward her. Her stomach clenched with hot anticipation. His footsteps stalled when he was less than two feet away and he seemed to shake himself. His features became strained as he held himself in suspended motion. "You promised me you'd come back to St. Louis." "I know," she agreed softly. "You need to make good on that. Your promise was the only reason I let you leave in the first place." At the look in his eyes, she felt like she had to settle something with him. "Nick," she began slowly, "You didn't let me leave. I wasn't yours to control." She studied him, noting the anger that slowly spread across his face at her words. She continued, trying to show a bit of independence, that truthfully, she couldn't care less about. "I want to go back to St. Louis. If I don't get a job here, then after graduation, I'll--" He cut her off when he stepped into her personal space with a glare. "Not mine?" She backed up a step and he followed her until she bumped into the back of the sofa. He didn't touch her but the threat was there. When she came to a halt, he repeated incredulously, "Not mine?" and reached down and fingered the necklace that she always wore. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as he gripped the charm that dangled from it. His eyes narrowed and he asked for the third time with a ferocity that couldn't be ignored, "Not mine?" The oxygen stuck in her throat and she shook her head, as she remained trapped by his gaze. He tilted his head as if in sarcastic thought. "If you don't belong to me, who the hell do you think you belong to?" he asked in a far-too soft voice that didn't reflect any gentleness at all. When she remained mute, he continued, "I don't see anybody else taking care of you. I don't see anybody else flying halfway across the country to make sure you're all right and that there's nobody trying to take advantage of you." He sucked in oxygen and continued, "And who, exactly, do you think pays your bills?" She swallowed and leaned away from him, feeling the pull from the chain around her throat, but he didn't let go. She glanced down at the tendons corded in his neck and then back up to the fire in his eyes as he continued, "Who do you think paid for these useless little pajamas you're wearing? Who do you think pays for all your clothes, the food you eat, the allowance you get?" His eyes held hers with ruthless intent. "Who do you think paid for that pretty little car you drive?" Guilt running through her from all the things his family had supplied over the years, she licked her lips and whispered, "The corporation." He began shaking his head as if she had it all wrong and a new agitation took hold of her senses. "Not the corporation?" she asked quietly. "Nope. Not the corporation." His eyes blistered into hers. "Me. Just me." Rule's Property. Key words: contemporary romance, alpha-male, House of Rule, series romance

Rule's Property

Contemporary Romance: Book Two of the Louisiana Liaisons series Baton Rouge police officer Jake Fontenot has wanted Amy for months. Under the impression she’s married, he silently agonizes over the woman he can’t have. –Divorced mom and teacher Amy Sanford refuses to get involved with a police officer. Through a combination of white lies and evasive maneuvers, she purposely stays out of the handsome lieutenant’s reach. Jake finds out the truth one dark night when Amy is stranded and scared on the side of the interstate. Using blackmail and intimidation to get what he wants, he soon has her under his control and embroiled in a game of ruthless seduction and sensual persuasion.

Blackmailed Into Bed

When Becky Hamilton is orphaned at the tender age of fourteen, she comes to live with her aunt in Waco and begins work cooking and cleaning for the town’s brooding young sheriff. Mesmerized immediately with his raw masculinity and sinewy strength, her fascination turns to love as the years pass and his honest integrity is revealed. Jake Cooper manages to ignore his pretty, little orphaned housekeeper for three long years. But when she begins a subtle metamorphosis from girl to woman, he can’t control his consuming need for her any longer. It has been his job to protect the town all these years, but who will protect her from him?

The Sheriff and the Innocent Housekeeper

Three roommates. Three men. Three impossible situations. Ashley Weldon runs scared when Ryan McKay puts moves on her that are too hot to handle! The more he pushes, the more she pulls back. While Ryan chases Ashley, his friend Gibson Jones is quietly stalking Ashley's younger cousin, Julie. Throw in a hot firefighter, a protective girlfriend, some sexting and a Corvette or two, and you have Temptation in Texas, Houston style! The three connected stories make for about 30,000 words of romantic heat.

The Thrill of the Chase

Twenty-one-year-old Elaina Ruiz has only just begun college when she meets Raul Vega for the first time. Recognizing his ruthless intensity for what it is, she doesn't correct him when he assumes she is an eighteen-year-old freshman. Raul Vega has never met a woman he couldn't do without. Until he meets Elaina Ruiz and knows she has to belong to him--even if it means waiting for her to grow up.

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