Seasons Change

They called him Stone Cold. Once upon a time, I called him my pen pal. When I wrote to Callum Rose five years ago, I never expected a response. He was an up-and-coming rock star, after all, and I was just a shy seventeen-year-old. He did write back, though, and through hundreds of emails, we became best friends. Until the day we unknowingly broke each other's hearts. It's been three years since our last email. I'm all grown up with a new job at Good Music and finally have my act together. But then Callum Rose walks in the door, and I'm instantly thrown back to the days when he meant everything to me. The thing is...he doesn't know who I am. He's never seen my face. And this Callum Rose lives up to his stone cold reputation. That is, until one night, he sees me in another man's arms, and decides to claim me. Then there is nothing cold about him. Callum becomes a man on fire for me, introverted, awkward, chubby Wren Anderson. He's obsessive, possessive, and kind of stalker-y-and I like it...a little too much. The problem is, he still doesn't know I'm the girl who walked away from him or the reason behind it, and I'm afraid when he finds out, I'll be right back in the cold again.

I know three things about my neighbor, Adam. One:He likes to play his guitar on his balcony, often in his underwear. Two: He enthusiastically embraces the rock star lifestyle. Three: He must never, ever exist outside of the Friend Zone. The problem with number three is that over the last year, he's become my everything. Adam's the best friend I've ever had. The one who pushes me to follow dreams I'd written off as impossible. We have strict lines that we don't cross. Even when we blur them on occasion by playing you can look but you can't touch, the lines are always there, guarding our friendship. Taunting me with possibility. Anytime he's near, butterflies wage war in my stomach, desperately wanting those possibilities to become reality. But me and my stupid butterflies are alone in that desire. I don't know how this will all go down, but one thing I do know? We're going to ruin our friendship. Faded in Bloom is a friends-to-lovers romance that contains scenes of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and heated, emotional kink. As always, expect an epic happily ever after, and no cheating or OW/OM drama.

It was supposed to go like this: meet-cute at the dog park, have a hot and sexy hookup, and never see each other again. Things didn't go quite like I was hoping. I met the fine Irishman in the park, but the rest of my plan was upended by an extremely inconvenient break-in. My record label isn't thrilled that the lead singer of their new, biggest band might have a crazed fan or angry ex out for revenge, so they hire a bodyguard to protect me. That sexy Irishman from the dog park? His name is Ronan Walsh, and he's now my big, bossy bodyguard. Ronan thrives on control. The only place I give up control is in the bedroom. The spark that was there when we first met hasn't gone out. Each time we clash, it adds another splash of gasoline to the flames until we combust. It's even better than I imagined. But Ronan's still a bossy suit, and I'm a rock star who refuses to be tamed. We make no sense. Then again, sometimes the best things are the most unexpected. Ronan says I'm his to protect, but I'm beginning to think I could just be his. That is if the danger lurking in the background doesn't get to me first.