Summary: My sister keeps telling me the media is way too hard on Prince Edward—that he isn’t an arrogant, self-entitled bastard and I’d like him if I got to know him. Right. The more time I spend with His Royal Heinous, the more I want him to leave me alone. But he won’t, and since the tabloids already think I’m sleeping with him, he might as well kiss me.
This WIP was rec’d in the comments a few weeks ago by theo8. Talk about life imitating art. Prince Harry’s recent, um, exposure in the press made me think of this story quite a few times. Not that Prince Edward had a naked party in Vegas, but he is the second born prince, has the rep of a playboy, and gets treated similarly by the British press. In reality, well, in the fic reality, Edward does not live up to his reputation. He also has some kind of secret with Bella’s sister who is engaged to his older brother. This story is very funny and makes me smile. Bella is so baffled by her attraction to Edward.
Edward just has no idea at all how to have an actual relationship. I don’t know how they are ever going to figure things out but I have a feeling they will.
Jena Baker’s life was a Type-A personality’s dream: job she loved, degree almost finished, great friends… all firmly in her control until one night of insanity when her past collides with her present.
After a New Year’s Eve party in San Francisco, Jena wakes up in a strange hotel room beside her college crush, Nicholas Cooper. Funny thing, but showing her wild side to a man she knows makes the prospect of facing him the next morning infinitely worse, so she slips away before he wakes. Back home in Davis, she decides to let old flames die…but that doesn’t stop dreams of her night with him from coming back to haunt her.
Nicholas wasn’t looking for change, other than a change of scenery. His life was perfectly pleasant, even, and rational…until Jägermeister led to a madly out-of-character night. Now he’s dreaming of an angel his mind can’t quite remember but his body won’t let him forget.
We all want him. Not just any alpha male.
We all want the Great Alpha Male.
The Alpha Male…
An alpha doesn’t walk into a room. He commands it. Without effort, he could defeat every male there. The intangible vibe pouring off those broad shoulders announces the danger louder than a bull horn. Every other wise man in the room heeds the warning.
Every single woman responds to the dominant presence. Instinctually.
Something primal takes over.
Our hair gets fluffed without thought.
Perfectly glossed lips get licked.
Shirts are pulled down lower, chests stuck out further, hips swayed another degree right and left in an unconscious effort to gain the spectacular male’s notice.
The mating dance has begun.
He surveys the group of potential females.
Each woman hopes for a chance to be the one… The female above all…
Passion as hot as midnight in the South and love as wild as the horses they tame.
Camille “Cami” Hines is the darling daughter of the South’s champion thoroughbred breeder, Jack Hines. She has a pedigree that rivals some of her father’s best horses. Other than feeling a little suffocated at times, Cami thought she was pretty happy with her boyfriend, her life and her future.
But that was before she met Patrick Henley.
“Trick” blurs the lines between what Cami wants and what is expected of her. He’s considered the “help,” which is forbidden fruit as far as her father is concerned, not to mention that Trick would be fired if he ever laid a hand on her. And Trick needs his job. Desperately. His family depends on him.
The heart wants what the heart wants, though, and Trick and Cami are drawn to each other despite the obstacles. At least the ones they know of.
When Trick stumbles upon a note from his father, it triggers a series of revelations that could ruin what he and Cami have worked so hard to overcome. It turns out there’s more to Trick’s presence at the ranch than either of them knew, secrets that could tear them apart.
Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness…
He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I’d never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily…
Gideon knew. He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other’s most private worlds…and desires.
The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn’t tear us apart…