Spa manager and massage therapist Peggy Underwood's new catchphrase is impulse control.No men – particularly jocks! She's going to focus completely on herself for a change. But as soon as former football player Troy Barrington walks through the door, Peggy's control takes a time-out. Especially when Mr. Sex-in-the-Flesh ends up lying naked on her massage table!As the new landlord, Troy is on a reconnaissance mission. He's looking for a way to close the spa…permanently. But as soon as he relinquishes himself to Peggy's hands, Troy knows he's headed for trouble – the kind with red hair and a smart mouth. And he can hardly wait to get there….
Mariah Eller was only trying to save her inn from being trashed.So how did the widow manage to attract the unwanted–and erotic–attention of the Prince of Wales? Not that being desired by royalty is necessarily bad. . .Only, Mariah much prefers the prince's best friend. . . . Jack St. Lawrence is very tempting, and very loyal. And he knows that the prince gets involved only with married women. So he figures sexy Mariah is safe. . . until the prince demands Jack find her a husband!The problem? Jack and Mariah can't fight their sizzling attraction. And once they give in to their desires, the situation is even worse. Because the prince's man has found a husband for Mariah. Himself. . .
Is she dreaming?New York artist Tanya Taylor is amazed—and incredibly turned on—when real-life pirate Stede O'Flannery magically appears in her bedroom ready for action. The dark-haired, green-eyed, sexy seafarer is shirtless, strapped with a sword—and those breeches?They leave nothing to Tanya's naughty imagination. But he looks just like the subject in the wild and mysterious old painting she's just bought. The truth is Stede has one week to break a fateful curse. He's got to fall in love—and fast.Good thing Tanya, with her chestful of toys, knows the most pleasurable ways to a man's heart. After all, doesn't she deserve something deliciously wicked out of the deal, too?
There's no better man—for a woman—than a Quinn Boat restorer Marcus Quinn is not going to sleep with the infamous Eden Ross. As soon as he discovers the poor little rich girl stowaway, he knows he should throw her overboard. Instead he tries his best to ignore her topless sunbathing and blatant teasing. But when that fails, what else can he do but give her exactly what she's asking for—frenzied, brain-numbing sex? And a little bit more. . .With her sex video scandal about to hit the tabloids, Eden Ross just wants to hide out on her daddy's boat for a while. Then she finds mouthwatering Marcus Quinn working onboard, and she can't deny herself a little fun. After all, if Marcus thinks she is some serial sexpot out to use him for his body, how can it hurt to prove him. . . right?
Security expert Declan Quinn knows he has a way with women. So when he's assigned the job of guarding radio sex-pert Rachel Merrell, he figures he'll get her cooperation by charming his way into her good graces. And if she's as gorgeous as her photo, maybe her bed, too. . .Only, the lady doesn't need any persuading. . . Because of Rachel's so-called «expertise,» her life has become all talk and no action. And she's still managed to acquire a stalker. She needs protection—and great sex— badly! And Declan is the perfect guy to take care of both. After all, he says he won't leave her side. So what's wrong with showing him what else he could do with her body while he's guarding it?
She's a woman scorned –Back in high school, Katie Peterson asked Jess Harkins to be her first lover, and he turned her down. She grew up to be a mouthy local DJ and he grew up to be a builder of high-rises. Problem is, Jess is building a sixty-story office building right next to the historic adobe structure that houses Katie's radio station. Katie would hate the building on general principles – who needs another office building? – but she especially hates having her sunshine and view blocked, especially by the guy who sabotaged her self-confidence in high school.As the construction rattles her studio windows and she has to drive around street blockades to get to work, her anger builds. On the air, she starts joking about the monstrosity going up next to her station. Then she escalates the campaign, inviting psychological experts to discuss why men feel the need to build skyscrapers and what it says about their sexuality.He's a man ready to explode – Jess used to like listening to Katie on the radio, and had even considered asking her out for old time's sake. He turned her down on the sex because he didn't want a back-seat experience to be the first one for either of them, and he didn't have the money for a hotel. She didn't stay around long enough to hear that explanation, but now he thinks they might be able to rekindle the fire they once had.Instead she's dissing his beloved project. He knows he should just switch off the station, but he's a glutton for punishment. If she were anybody else, he'd laugh. In fact, he's enjoyed her irreverent comments on other occasions. But now she's making fun of his work and that has to stop.The showdown – Jess goes to the station to demand that Katie shut up about his project. She implies that any man driven to build a structure this high is obviously compensating for something. She leaves no doubt what she thinks he's compensating for. And Jess can think of only one way to change her tune . . .
Rescuing the family ranch is the only reason Callie Cummings is home.To do that she must face the most infuriating–yet irresistible–man on the planet! Years ago she had an unforgettable fling with Declan O'Neill. And, oh my, can he still fill out a pair of jeans. Watching him strut across a corral is like waving a red flag.With that kind of enticement, how can Callie not be head over heels in lust with Deck again? Steamy sex aside, Callie's visit is strictly temporary. Nothing–and no one–can keep her from her big-city life. But if that's really true, why are thoughts of her and Deck riding into the sunset so tempting?
Dear Esteemed Clients, Please disregard any minor discrepancies in your holdings. We are working diligently to discover which of our trusted executives has his hand in the till. Sincerely, the Management.Accountant Keeley Davis has been hired to find out who's been bilking money from the well-respected Bingham Bros. investment firm. To do so, Keeley will have to don a disguise and work closely with tastier-than-homemade-cherry-pie controller Dane Weiss!As Keeley tramps herself up as Dane's personal assistant Cherry Smith her calculations start paying off big dividends–like when she serves up a hot plate of Dane à la mode. But as things start to really sizzle, Keeley wonders whether she can keep her eyes on the bottom line. . . when all she can think of is keeping Dane in her bed?
She did it! Sweetly shy Carly Abrams, programmer extraordinaire, cheated on the sex survey. This way, she's guaranteed to be paired up with infuriating (but no less delectable man-thing) coworker Matt Jacobs on a new account. If she's caught, she'll be neck-deep in pink slips. Unfortunately, working closely with Matt could land her in deeper–and much, much hotter–water. . . .Turns out Matt and Carly couldn't be more suited for each other. . . sexually. And when Matt discovers that Carly's cute exterior conceals thoughts lusty enough to make a porn star blush, he can barely keep himself from pulling her into an empty office, locking the door and putting the sex survey's results to the test. . . but good!
Karyn Mitchell once thought she'd never let another man touch her. But that was before she was seduced by the sinful voice of Dr. Desire!Listening to the radio talk show host, Karyn knows that his suave advice masks deep urges. Longings she's sure she can answer skin on skin. . . Christopher Faulkner, aka Dr. Desire, has built an on-air career in carnal counseling. When Karyn calls in, he hears a pang in her voice that he longs to soothe.But when they finally have the chance to fulfill their explicit fantasies, he has to wonder which one of them is playing doctor. Because the supersexy treatment he's prescribed seems to be healing them both. . . .