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About London Casey
London Casey is the pen name for bestselling author, Karolyn James.
Visit Karolyn's page here: http://www.amazon.com/Karolyn-James/e/B008E0GHL4/
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The logical thing is to just avoid him, right?
He complains that her music it too loud, that she talks too loud, and that she makes too much noise all the time. He parades women in and out of his apartment in a way that's kind of gross... yet... intriguing.
This guy is the worst.
The absolute worst.
Until one night Paige finds herself in a possibly dangerous situation. Guess who shows up out of nowhere to save her?
Yeah, the jerk of a neighbor.
Guess whose bed she ends up in after that night?
Yeah. The jerk of a neighbor's bed.
I know the game. I know the dance. To sell my company and make more money than I ever dreamed of having, I have to be 100 percent focused. No relationships, no kids, no bull.
My new secretary is nothing like the model-perfect women I’ve got on speed-dial. But when it comes to cock-blocking her potential dates? I enjoy it a little too much.
Cole is the worst. He texts, I jump, whether it’s 4 a.m. or cancelling the first new-panties-worthy date I’ve had in months. I’d quit, but I need the money so that someday I can write full time.
When Cole’s plan to impress a client with a hot date on his arm falls through, I grit my teeth and agree to step in, while planning to kill him off in my next novel. But a few drinks too many—and a rare glimpse of Cole’s tender side—lead to one big surprise.
I just got a proposal from the perfect man—according to my parents. It was horrible. Mainly because it was my uterus getting the diamond, not me. My first instinct was to send the text that always bails me out. But I made a promise to stay away from Dax, and stay on the path laid out for me.
So far, I haven’t met anyone who makes matrimony more appealing than moneymaking. *See above about the promise.
* * *
Women generally fall into my bed. Then I open my mouth, and they set my clothes on fire as they’re headed for the door. On the upside, I’m insanely rich and happy. There’s only one promise I’ve kept—stay away from Sydney. So naturally, she clings to my memory like that one mistake clings to my rap sheet. When one text gone astray brings us back together, and sliding down memory lane.
But here’s the thing about memory lane. It can make you never want to let go…even if you have to burn every promise you ever made to the ground.
I had it all planned. Earn money as a nanny, run away to the beach to open a restaurant with my two besties. Then my employer ghosts me. Literally. She dies. And I’m left holding the baby.
One look at the insta-daddy who comes to claim little Dominic, and I lose my breath. Dark eyes, commanding presence, richer than hell. And not. A. Single. Clue. That makes it easy to stop eye-humping him and keep it professional. Or, it should. But it doesn’t…
* * *
I had the vacation fling of any single guy’s dreams—all sex, no strings. Now I’ve got more baggage than an airport. But I move and shake millions of dollars every day. I can handle one tiny baby…alone…in my bachelor pad…
Are you laughing yet? So is the nanny I thought I didn’t need, whose dark gold hair and honey-brown eyes send my sleep deprived brain cells scattering in all directions. We have nothing in common—except we both love Dominic. And share an undeniable attraction. But will it be enough to convince Iris she doesn’t have to fly away to find home?
How crappy is my life right now? Let’s review.
1) Late getting my shady boss his coffee, wearing half of it on my shirt.
2) Noticing my name on documents I never signed.
3) Finding said shady boss dead on the bathroom floor.
Power and money run the world, which means I’m screwed. And on the run. Except I zig when I should have zagged—and find myself auctioned off to the highest bidder. It’s just one night, just one date with an impossibly good-looking guy. It’ll be a mistake. But worth it for one chance to let loose and get wild.
* * *
From the day my dad handed me the keys to his corporate kingdom, I’ve lived large. But lately, it doesn’t feel like... enough. Every time I think I’ve found someone special, it’s just another someone-for-now. But the woman on the win-a-date auction block is different.
Dark eyes, dark hair, sassy attitude. She puts me in my place with an ease that takes my breath away. She’s also got brains, and a good heart. But there’s always a catch. And when hers breaks loose, so does all hell….
My buddies say I need a life outside of work, women, and whiskey, blah blah blah. Then I wake up in a strange bed. Which isn’t new, except this one is in a…homeless shelter?
One look at the woman in charge is a punch to my heart. Beautiful. Heart of gold. Tosses my number straight into the trash. Then I get a chance to help her out. If I get the power turned back on at her shelter, I won’t need a flashlight to find my way into her panties.
* * *
Everyone says I need more fun, less stress. Tough to do when I’m hard-wired to drop everything to help anyone and everyone, even the obviously rich guy I pour into a bed at my shelter to sleep it off.
He’s trouble. So, his number? Right into the trash. Until I dig it out—because he can “clap on” the lights. And maybe I’m seeing him in a new light, too. Because I’m fool enough to let him kiss me…
It’s only fitting I run off in the middle of the night to secretly marry Crosby Justa, right?
We battle through a disastrous bathroom break, a broken down truck, and a torrential downpour only to have to come back home and pretend like nothing happened.
Our families aren’t okay with our so-called “fling” – so, marriage? That’s way out of the question.
There’s just one problem. Small town gossip flows faster than an overflown creek in a rain storm.
In other words, our secret is out.
Everyone is pissed with a capital P.
My family won’t look me in the eyes and my new in-laws aren’t exactly eager to invite me over for dinner.
Meaning this is exactly as I figured it would be.
* * *
What can I say. Evelyn Justa has a nice ring to it.
What doesn’t have a nice ring to it is the sound of my mother’s voice when she finds out her baby boy married into the enemy family.
If that’s not enough, my father-in-law picks me up in his police cruiser in an attempt to scare me. And my brother-in-law wants to fight me – as if we didn’t do that twenty times back in high school.
Nothing I can’t handle though.
Including a shocking twist of events which has both our families planning wedding receptions for my new bride and I on the same day, across the street from one another. The result? An epic food fight that’ll be talked about for generations.
Just when I think things may possibly calm down a little, a harsh reality puts our new marriage to the test.
I’ve done everything from scoop popcorn to design marketing campaigns for my dad’s hockey team. That doesn’t mean I won’t be in his penalty box if he finds out I’m dating a player. But my boyfriend dumping me and asking to be traded? That’s a serious check to my heart.
Part one of my plan is in motion. Squash the trade, make him stay. Part two? Make him so jealous he’ll beg me to take him back. Beg. Me. Then I’ll have him right where I want him.
That’s where Brett comes in…
* * *
Don’t get me wrong. If a woman wants to use me, have at it. Just make sure it’s only my body, and for the right reasons. Vera captures my attention right away, and it’s not just that she’s gorgeous. It’s the look in her eye any normal man would run from.
I’m not a normal man. And when she grabs me by the tie and says she needs me, I listen. In fact, I might be a little bit in love.
And in so much trouble…
CASS: I always remember Scarlett as the one night stand that got away from me. I fell in love; she took off. It feels like a lifetime ago now though. I traded in my guitar for a needle, working at St. Skin, bringing other people’s stories to life through tattoos. Though I still think about her, I know I’ll never see her again. But I never knew that after she left our one night, she left pregnant. She never told me. I only find out when her best friend comes crashing into my life and my heart with a baby in her arms - my daughter. With my life turned upside down, I struggle to figure out what it all means: being a father, and finding a new love growing in the place reserved for the woman I lost but thought of as my forever love. It feels crazy – and wrong – but I don’t care.
DIEM: A car accident takes my best friend’s life and now I’m raising her baby. I’ve fought hard to do everything to keep Paisley as my own, but I know her father is out there and he deserves to know the truth. The last thing I expect to find is the sexiest man I’ve ever met – complete with muscle, tattoos, and an attitude to match. I’m not going to force him to be a father and I’m certainly not going to force him to get close to me. But I need the help. Meeting Cass was supposed to make life easier. As I fall for him, I realize everything is becoming more complicated.
I don’t care if every male in the office stares at my butt. They’ll be the ones kissing it when I land this deal and get the big promotion. The fancy new apartment. The corner office—where I’ll sit in my leather chair and wave two middle fingers at my nemesis. Jackson.
Jackson of the dark chocolate eyes, the perfect hair, the bad-boy reputation, and family name on the company letterhead. I can’t wait to fire his perfect butt.
With a twitch of her too-tight skirt, a flutter of her wild greenish eyes, Callie can cockblock me into next Tuesday. Otherwise, we’re good together. Just not that way. My uncle’s main form of entertainment is pitting us against each other to make the company millions.
But my uncle must be bored, because he’s got a deal for us. Get married. If we stay married for half a year, we both get seven-figure payout. Legal? Probably. Ethical? Iffy. Tap out? Not in a million years.
I’m a Rohrick. Becoming a cop makes sense. You know that doesn’t? Sneaking around with Crosby Justa. Yeah, the very thing I promised Mom I’d never do—get involved with a Justa man.
What can I say? I like what he does to me in bed. I hate him for making me walk around with this…tingling need…all day. But there’s no regret. Not even close. And yeah, the idea we’re doing this right under our families’ noses makes it that much hotter.
Sleeping with Evelyn Rohrick wasn’t the end of the world. Until we get caught. Now it’s the end of the world. Or, at least, the end of our dirty secret. Gotta give Evelyn credit, she doesn’t run. She’s a Rohrick. They thrive off making awkward situations even more…awkward.
Now that we’re outed, we have something to prove. That this thing between us isn’t serious. We can stop anytime. Move on. Date other people. This urge to ruin each other’s dates, by foul means or fouler? That’s just the old family feud talking. Not the fact we’re perfect for each other…
Looks like my plans for the day have changed. I took a pregnancy test or…ten. Ten tests (yes, that’s one-zero), one life-changing result.
How do I tell Silas he’s about to be a dad? He’s on the road, doing what he loves. I could really use a drink right now. Bad joke. I’m a good person. I don’t even know how this happened. I mean, I know, but…you know?
Sometimes, there just aren’t enough chocolate chip cookies in the world. And that’s before I discover I’m not the only one sprouting a new twig on the Justa family tree.
* * *
My life, my home, is out here on the road. But now something is missing. Mila. Sunrises-and-rainbows Mila, who grabbed my heart and made me believe in all that garbage about forever.
If only her baggage didn’t include that damned town, that damned Justa family. But when I get that call from Mila, I know it’s time to go back and face the music. Go home.
And figure out what I’m going to do with that mental t-shirt that reads, “I’ll never be a father. Change my mind.”