West Sisters

Evan Thomas. The name alone made me swoon. Imagine the chaos that sleeping with him created. Of all people, why him? First, he's my cousin's best friend...the cousin who had threatened to murder us both if we ever hooked up. He's also the one I'd crushed on since I wore braces and pig tails. If that wasn't bad enough, I was a blank slate about the night we shared, thanks to Mr. Tequila. One passion-filled night with the man of my childhood dreams, wasted...or rather I'd gotten wasted. So what happened next? He carried out the most fabulous walk of shame and what a sight he was, sexy smirk and all. That had been the proper thing to do, right? Especially since Evan was enamored with that drunken rowdy side of me and decided we belonged together. But hot and sexy needed to get it through his head that we would never happen because he didn't know me. The real me. Besides, my cousin, a. k. a. his best friend, would kill us both. How was I to know what a tricky bastard he was and would bring me to my knees in no time flat? Evan was capable of unimaginable things, and I never expected to be the one begging for more. Nor did I expect for him to be my knight in shining armor when I needed him the most.

The line between love and hate has never been so explosive. I'd been dreading my flight back to the U. K. after a much needed visit home. Meeting Alessandro made the trip a hell of a lot better. He was sexy. Gorgeous. Italian. A professor. Exactly what I needed to forget the constant ache in my chest. We lost ourselves in one another during those long hours in the air. He was a dream come true. Or so I thought. Professor McJerk had changed from the man I'd met on the plane. This cold, arrogant, and rude version introduced a new level of torture into my life. We became archenemies as insults flew between us. But a chink in my armor appeared in the form of a three-foot mini version of the man I'd grown to despise. Alessandro's son was his complete opposite. In no time at all I was wrapped around his pinkie. Too bad that didn't change my feelings toward his father. Until I discovered Alessandro wasn't exactly who he portrayed himself to be. A completely different man was buried beneath his rude façade. When the real Alessandro emerged, so did the passion. Sometimes the most unforgettable love stories are the result of the greatest tragedies. Ours certainly was. One Shameless Night is a complete standalone novel.

How much are you willing to trust a liar? Years ago, Brax Kent shattered every piece of me. A long time passed before I got through a day without shedding a tear. Hate was the only thing that pushed me through. Years later, who turns up to be my next door neighbor? Yep, you guessed it. The man I despise with every ounce of my being. They say revenge is best served cold. Mine ends up being quite heated. But even that doesn't deter him. And now he wants me back. With flowery words and sworn oaths full of apologies, the asshole I remember is gone. Can this man who ruined me be trusted? His persistence and beautiful face soon weaken my resolve. Bit by bit he wedges himself inside my heart. Surrendering completely may mean absolute love, or absolute destruction. The choice is mine. Cross the line in the sand, or stay in my safe zone.