Robbie Wheeler. My muse. The classic bad boy with a leather jacket and a heart of gold. But I'm not making that mistake again. A girl can't keep banging her ex-husband. That would be naughty. I left him, but he never left me. He signed the papers with a smile and promised to win be back someday. I didn't believe he could change. Then, he showed up when I needed him the most. My muse has returned to claim my heart, but I can't help but wonder... Is this really our happily ever after? Or is it all just another lie? Pretty Ever After is a hot second chance romance with a bad boy hero, a snarky...

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The neglected housewife. The irresistible milkman. Nathaniel Scott is back. I never looked twice at him in high school. Now, five years later, he's the town's new milkman. Handsome, charming, and so eager to please. He's that tall glass of milk I've always craved. But the home I've made belongs to another man. A man who refuses to give me what I need. I never thought I could be that woman. The kind who wrecks her own life for selfish pleasures but I'll do whatever it takes to feel alive again. The milkman is coming. And I'm leaving my back door unlocked. The Milkman is steamy, sweet, and oh...

Las Vegas. October 1985. This is the story of how a King claimed his Queen… When I was a recent college grad, I had a dying hotel dropped in my lap. Between rolling up my sleeves and saving the family business, falling in love was the last thing on my mind. Until she walked in. Fiona Garland, Nevada’s girl next door. The daughter of Senator Richard Garland, my father’s life-long enemy. To say she was untouchable would be an understatement. Fiona, apparently, didn’t get that memo. Their feud is their feud, she said. I don’t see why we can’t be friends… But friends don’t look ...

I knocked up my one-night stand. Well, it started as a one-night stand. Veronica left the morning after with a promise to come knocking on my hotel room again the next time she came through Las Vegas. Color me surprised when she actually followed through the year after that. And the year after that. Is the one-night-a-year stand a thing? Because we were it. Until last night when she showed up with a baby. Our baby. I don’t even know Veronica’s last name and now we have a child together. I took one look into my daughter’s eyes and she had me. I wanted all of it. The big house with the ...