Landry Family

Alison Baker is over love.Relationships are great. But peace? That's priceless. The only way to get and keep a calm existence is to stay away from men. This is especially true for wealthy, charming, powerful men like her ex-husband.Then she meets Barrett Landry.He looks dapper standing in front of her in a suit, taking a glass of champagne off her serving tray. He pushes but she pulls. He asks questions. She tries desperately not to answer.But Barrett isn't one to be refused, and he won't be easily convinced to let the beautiful, sweet woman go without a fight-especially when he falls in love with her son too.It isn't that easy.When their worlds collide, the fallout changes everything. Because everything comes at a cost and sometimes, even for love, it's a price too steep to pay.

His baseball stats are perfect. When Danielle Ashley looks closer, she realizes so is everything else. A sinful smirk. Downright delicious body. And if the way Lincoln Landry pursues her, even when she tries to shut him down, means anything-so is his stamina. There's no denying the chemistry between them. Their attraction is fierce. They're both single, share amazing banter, and they both adore children. What's the problem? It's as tangled as their sheets.

Mallory Sims is late for her first day of work.After spilling her tea, she discovers she has no gas in her car. Add that her arm keeps sticking to her dress from syrup left on the console of her car, flustered feels like an understatement.Then she sees her new boss.Graham Landry is the epitome of NSFW in his custom-fit suit, black-rimmed glasses, and a look so stern her libido doesn't stand a chance. Being flustered is just the start of her problems.Her punctuality is only the start of his. With a pink slip in hand, he's been waiting on his new secretary to show up only to let her go. Then she rushes in with her doe eyes and rambling excuses, smelling like bacon and lavender. The termination paper falls to the side as she falls in his arms. This is a disaster in the making. Not because of his pinpoint exactness or her free spirit, but because when they're together, the sparks that fly threaten to burn the whole place down.

Ellie Pagan has a list of reasons to stay away from Ford Landry. And they were so much easier to stick to when he was a half of a world away. But now, he's home. Standing in front of her, body hard and chiseled to perfection from his stint in the military, he's wearing a suit cut to perfect and a smirk she could never resist. Suddenly, all the reasons why she should avoid him just got a whole lot harder to remember. He calls her his first love. He swears he won't make the mistake of letting her go again. But he's said that before.

I'm that guy.Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It's demure meets damaged, pampered meets punctured. So, yeah, it's obvious I'm that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion. Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feel like. I'm okay with being used because, from where I'm sitting, the other side of the tracks have never looked so good.

Chemistry is not love.That's what my boss, the grumpy single dad with brilliant green eyes, says anyway.I have my V-card. He's ten years older than me. I work for him.Nate Hughes has a million reasons why a relationship between us would never work. Honestly? It's all a farce.He can't deny our connection. His soft smiles, brief touches, and protective behaviors come too easily. And when I need a place to stay? He can't stop himself from offering me a room-though I'd prefer his bed. After all, there are sparks-delicious, sizzling sparks-when we're together.Our forced proximity brings things to a head. Our shared experiences and traumas draw us closer. Our undeniable attraction has us toeing the line between friends and lovers-whether Nate likes it or not.He's right-chemistry is not love. But that doesn't mean that I won't fall in love with him … even if he can't love me back.