Truth or Dare (Crooks)

"Go on a date with me or I'll beat up your best friend." A line that shouldn't have worked but did. When your BFF is in peril, what's a girl to do? Jason King is used to getting what he wants. And he wants me. No clue why. I'm a geeky introvert. I must have that just-turned-eighteen, new-girl-on-the-block smell. Jason is popular. Cocky. His dad is richer than God. He has his crew have dedicated their summer to tormenting my best friend, Donovan. Donovan fights back with a quick tongue and a sense of humor as dark as his clothes. But he's tasted enough of Jason's knuckle-sandwiches to last a lifetime. Which is where I step in. One date with Jason and the bullying stops. It's a no-brainer. So, I let Jason take me out for ice cream. What's the worst that can happen. Right? Except Jason's piercing blue eyes send a delicious shiver through me that has nothing to do with my mint chocolate-chip. Donovan is going to hate me for this. Contains mature themes.

My son is in trouble. And the only men who can save him . . . don't even know he exists. At eighteen, I lost my v-card to my two best friends. And then came the fall out. I ran from Hannsett Island. It's been me and my son against the world ever since. I told myself I'd never go back, but my son is sick. And the two doctors who could save his life . . . ? Jason and Donovan. The same two men I shared one hot, steamy night with over ten years ago. Can I keep my secret safe . . . even though it threatens to slip out every time their lips touch mine? Contains mature themes.

Dear Santa, I want them both for Christmas. All I want for Christmas is one perfect night with my best friend and my girlfriend. Naomi is stunning, vibrant, and as wild as she is beautiful. Diego is my rock, my loyal companion, and my best friend for life. We'll celebrate, and I'm going to savor every minute. Because this Christmas might be my last. Contains mature themes.

If I were to write a memoir, the title would be: Joan and The Multiple Times She Absolutely Did Not Need Ezra Harrison, But That Jerk Was There Anyway. There was . . . 1) The time he saved my life (by forcing me in a compromising position). 2) The time he taught me how to wear a certain appendage (okay, so I probably should've just Googled it). 3) The time he helped me woo the woman of my dreams (after he slept with her first). I do not need Ezra Harrison and his devil-may-care smile and his messy hair and his loud motorcycle and his huge, massive chip on his shoulder. I don't need him, but . . . I want him. I want them both. Contains mature themes.