Miller “Buck” Butterson has been banging his way through life ever since a puck to the face fixed his messed up front teeth. After five years in the NHL, deflecting goals on the ice and scoring them with puck bunnies, Miller has decided he’s ready for a girlfriend. A real, non-bunny girlfriend to take on dates, and not jump into bed with after five seconds of conversation.Miller thinks he’s found that woman in his teammate’s sister. Except, unlike team captain and all-around nice guy Alex Waters—who happens to date his stepsister, Miller’s media reputation as a manwhore is well earned. Beyond that minor detail, Miller doesn’t know the first thing about relationships or the time and effort they require.

Miller learns—eventually—that if he wants to make Sunshine “Sunny” Waters fall for him, he’s going to have to do a whole lot more than show her his stick skills in the bedroom.

Luscious Lily,

We both know I’m more of an action man than a words guy, but if there’s ever a time to tell you how I feel, I’m guessing Valentine’s Day is it.

So here goes . . .

When I think about you I feel . . . hard in my pants.

When I see you I feel . . . like I need to get you naked pretty much immediately, which isn’t always reasonable, especially when we’re out in public or we have company.

When you’re naked I feel . . . like I can’t get my hands on you fast enough.

When I make you come I . . . feel like the king of your universe.

When I’m away from you I feel . . . like I’m missing the most important part of me.

When I’m with you I feel . . . like the world could be ending and it wouldn’t matter, because I have you.

You’re the best thing in my life.

Yours, moody dick and all 😉

Raucous Randy

When Cassie Taylor met Ethan Holt at acting school, sparks flew. She was the good girl actress. He was the bad boy about campus. But one fated casting choice for Romeo and Juliet changed it all. Like the characters they were playing, Cassie and Ethan’s romance seemed destined. Until he broke her heart and betrayed her trust. Now the A-list heartthrob is back in her life and turning her world around. One touch at a time.

Cast as romantic leads once again, they’re forced to confront raw memories of the heartbreaking lows and pulse-pounding highs of their secret college affair. But they’ll also discover that people who rub each other the wrong way often make the best sparks

And get ready for the next book in the Starcrossed Series…

Genre:  Contemporary Romance

Liam Quinn is talented, gorgeous, and one of the biggest movie stars in the world.He’s also the only man Elissa Holt has ever truly loved.

After being out of her life for six years, he and his gorgeous fiancé are set to star in the new Broadway show Elissa is stage managing. The only trouble is, when late night rehearsals bring Elissa and Liam together, the line between what is and what could have been gets blurred, and one moment of weakness will create a scandal that echoes around the world.

Elissa knows that falling for Liam again would be a tragedy in the making, but as any good romantic will tell you, love doesn’t always follow the script.

I cannot even handle my love for Ethan – he defies amazing!

Keep reading to see the full Love Note!

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Writing has always been a passion for Leisa, and even though she originally intended to be an actress, it wasn’t long into her time at drama school that she began writing plays.

Those plays were bad. Very bad. Well, her friends thought they were good, but that’s because they were always cast in them and any opportunity to be on stage was met with an obnoxious amount of enthusiasm.

Since then, she’s honed her craft, and several of her plays have been produced and toured throughout Australia.

These days, playwriting has given way to fiction writing, and Leisa’s debut novel, BAD ROMEO, will be available in a worldwide release through Macmillan Publishing in December 2014.

Leisa lives in Australia with her husband, two little boys, three cats, and a kangaroo named Howard.

(Howard may or may not be her imaginary marsupial friend. Everyone should have one.)

Cole Masten. Abandoned by his superstar wife, Hollywood’s Perfect Husband is now Hollywood’s Sexiest Bachelor: partying hard and screwing even harder. Move over Colin Farrell, there’s a new bad boy ruling Los Angeles.

Summer Jenkins. That’s me, a small town girl stuck in Quincy, Georgia. I cook some mean chicken and dumplins, can bluff a grown man out of his savings in poker, and was voted Most Friendly my senior year. Other than that… I don’t have too much going on.

We were from different worlds. Our lives shouldn’t have collided. But when Cole Masten’s jet landed in our country airport, we all sat up in our rocking chairs and watched. And when an opportunity crossed my path, I jumped at the chance.

But I didn’t expect what ended up happening. I didn’t expect Cole Masten to be an ass, or to pursue me, or for everything to get tangled up around set riggings, camera cords, bra straps and heartstrings.

Sometimes, opposites just aren’t meant to attract.

Good morning love,

If you’ve found this note, I’ve already left for the set and Grace is probably calling your name. You may remember me waking you up for a kiss. You cursed my name and pulled the covers over your head. And, like with everything else, you stole my heart doing it. One note is not enough for me to tell you how much I love you. How lucky I am to have you. How much I want to fill up our home with more baby Summers because you need to be recreated a thousand times over.

Thank you for changing the way I look at everything. Thank you for teaching me what love is. Thank you for being my soulmate.

I love you forever.

Cole

Revenge.

I race to finance it.

I evade to protect it.

I kill to attain it.

I planned everything.

Except her.

The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.

With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.

Whose powerful family murdered mine.

I hate her.

I want her.

I know she’s hiding something.

But so am I.

From International Best Selling Romance Novelist, Hope Hughes, comes a gripping, heartfelt tale of two lovers, fighting for the freedom to…

 

No. Scratch that. Too cheesy.

 

…two people, torn apart by the tumultuous tides of life, only to discover refuge in…

 

WTF? What does that even mean? DELETE.

 

…two people, confused as shit as to where they should be and who they should love and none of this means a damn thing because it’s all lies!

 

Lies.

 

I’m not Hope Hughes. I’m not some fierce woman romance machine. Hell, I’m not even a woman.

 

I’m a liar.

 

And while I refuse to believe my own BS, deceit masked in heartfelt phrases of love and devotion, I want to make her believe them. Because maybe—just maybe—if she can find the soul within my words, she’ll also be able to find the truth scribbled on my heart.

 

You see, I once lived for the perfect plot twist.

 

I just never expected to actually live it.

 

This is my story. Well, maybe her story. I just wish I could make it our story.

 

The one I’m still writing.

Fi,

There are times when I look back to when we were young and stubborn, and I can’t recognize a single moment when I wasn’t madly, irrevocably in love with you.

Even when I didn’t want to be.

Even when I tried desperately not to be.

Even when the heavy current of denial endeavored to drown my affections, I still remember the way my heart used to race when we’d sit side-by-side on the floor of the bookstore as I recited beloved passages from our favorite books.

Or the way my cheeks would hurt from smiling whenever you would prattle on about stories that made you believe in magic.

Or the way my whole body would throb and shudder every time you’d curl into my side under your favorite old quilt, and press your cheek to my chest.

I remember it all like I’m feeling it for the very first time.

I’m remembering love.

I’m remembering you.

Love,

Rhys

So. For those of you who’ve read The Mistake, I’m sure you’ve been asking yourself, What the HECK was the ridiculous poem that Logan wrote for Grace?

And for those of you who haven’t read it, here’s the lowdown: Logan effed up. Big-time. To win Grace back, he was required to deliver six romantic gestures. One of them was a love poem. As his friends can attest, it was not a good poem. It was an awful poem.

And now, for the first time ever, I’m giving you guys a peek at the terrible, cringe-worthy poetry skills of Mr. John Logan, college hockey star.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

<3 Elle

Ode to Grace

By John Logan

Roses are red. Violets? Not so much.

How I yearn for the softness of your touch.

Don’t be cold, baby. Don’t think I’m a jackass!

I find you so fair, with lips like a cherry-red Cutlass.

[Note: My friends begged me not to compare you to a car. But she was sweet.]

I’ve done my best forecheck. You’ve blocked all my passes.

But I’ll only skate harder! I’ll withstand all your sasses.

Your hair is like wheat, or like those Bruins jerseys from the sixties.

Why do you keep me in the sin bin, you stubborn little pixie.

Logan

I reach for my cell and text Grace.

ME: What’s your email address?

She answers almost instantly: Grace_Ivers@gmail.com

ME: Incoming.

This time around, she takes her sweet time messaging back. Forty-five minutes to be exact. I’m thirty pages into my reading assignment when my phone buzzes.

HER: Don’t quit your day job, Emily Dickinson.

ME: Hey, u didn’t say it had to be GOOD.

HER: Touché. D- on the poem. Can’t wait to see your collage.

ME: How do u feel about glitter? And dick pics?

HER: If there’s a pic of your dick on that collage, I’m photocopying it and passing it around in the student center.

Me: Bad idea. You’ll give all the other dudes an inferiority complex.

Her: Or an ego boost.

 ~Mischa~

I made a conscious decision to cheat on my husband.

Now, before you judge me, hear my story. Hear how much I’m like you, how similar my thoughts are to your own. Yes, I’m a horrible person. Yes, I’ve done horrible things. Yes, I don’t deserve forgiveness. Yes, bad things happened because of my actions.

But I’m willing to bet I’ve done things that maybe, just maybe, you have thought of doing.

Maybe, just maybe, you’re not as innocent as you like to think.

Or maybe I’m not so guilty …

WARNING: This book involves CHEATING. The word AFFAIR is in the title. The main character has an AFFAIR. In the synopsis (directly above), she states that she intentionally has an AFFAIR. If you don’t like CHEATING, then you have been VERY WELL warned. Also, this book is primarily written in the third-person narrative.

In this New York Times bestselling erotic enovella trilogy, a buttoned-up businesswoman takes her friend’s advice and has a fling with a stranger on a trip to Vegas—only to find herself under his mysterious, sexy power both in the boardroom and the bedroom. 

Kasie Fitzgerald knows who she’s supposed to be. She’s a rising-star-workaholic at a global consulting firm. She’s the fiancée of a well-connected man who’s won the approval of her parents. People know that she’s reliable, serious, proper, cautious, pragmatic, and yes, a little predictable. She’s who Dave and her family want her to be.

But as her thirtieth birthday looms, buried feelings begin to resurrect. Her friend takes her to Vegas for one last wild and crazy night. In a dress much shorter and sexier than anything she has ever dared to wear before, she hits the blackjack tables. And meets him. Under the tailored clothes it’s clear that this is a man who is intense, powerful, and maybe even a little dangerous. With a touch of trepidation she accepts his invitation to get a drink, and before long, she’s in his hotel room.

She never gets his full name. Perhaps his anonymity is one of the reasons she’s able to give herself over to him and to the moment so completely. Perhaps it’s why she’s just had the most exquisite and passionate sex of her life. Shaken by her own behavior, Kasie tries to chalk it up to one crazy night. But when the mysterious gentleman she’s just had a fling with shows up in her office—as the CEO of a firm her company does a billion dollars of business with a year, demanding that she handle his account, and so much more—things will never be the same again. And there’s no telling where this will go…

Robert Dade is a man who knows what he wants and never hesitates to go after it. Money, power, and—at long last—the woman he loves, Kasie Fitzgerald, are now his. But after so many years of living by his own rules will he really make the compromises necessary to keep Kasie by his side? And when a man even richer and more ruthless than he is takes an interest in Kasie, will Dade be able to protect her? Or will his controlling nature drive her toward the very danger he seeks to shield her from?

The long-awaited follow-up novel to the runaway New York Times bestseller Just One Night—which Publishers Weekly gave a starred review and proclaimed, “Davis skillfully creates an uplifting story in which sex is presented both as freedom and as a metaphor for power, and where raw chemistry is the clear winner over bland complacency.”

In the instant international sensation Just One Night, sensible Kasie Fitzgerald unleashed her passions—and found herself—through an explosive affair. In Just One Lie, we meet Kasie’s wild and tortured sister, whose impulsivity and lack of self-control has set off a chain of events that changes her family forever.

Melody Fitzgerald is the opposite of the “perfect” daughter. The lead singer of an indie rock band, she is impulsive and creative, with a rebellious streak that both defines her and becomes her greatest enemy. Her lover, the enticing and unpredictable Ash, shares her free spirit and penchant for trouble. On the face of it, he seems to be her perfect match.

So why is she so drawn to her soft spoken, reliable drummer, Brad Witmer? How can a man who wears polo shirts and reads the financial section of the paper be of any interest to her at all? And why on earth does someone like that appear to be so captivated by her?

Before she knows it, Melody finds herself on a path of self-discovery, passion, and affairs of the heart. But will a dark secret from her past derail it all? Or will its exposure be the very thing that unburdens her heart and allows her to seek a future with the one man who loves her completely?

 

Oh Mr. Dade has a wonderful way with words…

Keep reading to see the full Love Note!

 

Dear Kasie,

It’s Valentine’s Day. It seems fitting that you and I should celebrate a holiday marked by saints and sinners, violence and love. And you know I would never give you anything as mundane as a Hallmark card or a heart shaped box of chocolates. You and I will never be confined by convention.

The moment I laid eyes on you I saw everything you had been trying to hide; the strength, the fierce intellect, the thinly suppressed ambition and a thirst for the forbidden…a thirst for me. I didn’t just want to make you my girlfriend. What I needed was to make you my queen. I wanted the two of us to rule the world of industry and finance. I wanted us to pull the strings of all the would-be power players and dominate every enterprise we touched. Those people who surrounded you back then, the ones who attempted to hold you back and force you to submit to their demeaning expectations, they disgust me. Crushing them was a pleasure.

And yet, while in my pursuit of you, it never occurred to me how astonishing and overwhelmingly wonderful it would be to have you. I don’t think I understood the beauty of tenderness before you slipped your hand into mine. The first time I ever felt peace was the day I first heard your laugh. And when you lie beneath me, your legs wrapped around my hips, your shallow breaths tickling my ear as you lose your last vestige of control, I don’t just feel heat, I feel the warmth.

I feel love.

I know there have been times when I have pushed you too far. I know I have gone to extremes in my efforts to protect you from those who mean you harm. You tell me you can fight your own battles but Kasie, that’s as misguided as my ill-conceived attempts to fight them for you. From this moment on we will fight together. Together we are a force too strong for defeat. Together we can enhance one another’s strengths and explore the sensuality of our own hidden vulnerabilities.

You are my Valentine, my Queen. Above all, you are my love.

One day soon, you will be my wife.

–Robert Dade