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Swoon
Growing up, I knew my older brother's best friend thought of me as "Logan's kid sister." For me, though, our next-door neighbor, Colin, felt like anything but a sibling. Whenever I spied on him through my bedroom window, as he banged away, shirtless, on his drum kit, I felt sensations inside me I'd never felt for my actual brother. But when we moved away and Colin's band took off like a rocket, I knew my tweener fantasies would never become a reality.Fast-forward nine years to my brother's wedding, when I saw Colin again and we shared a secret, drunken kiss that rocked my world. The next morning, Colin blamed the alcohol. Said we should pretend the kiss, and my unfortunate text afterward, never happened. Now that I'm heading to LA to work for Colin and crash at his place, though, all bets are off. I'm determined to make Colin swoon for me, the same way I've always done for him. Because no matter what he insisted, Colin's body during our kiss, and the shocking thing he whispered into my ear right afterward, made it clear he doesn't really think of me as his little sister, any more than I do.
Hero
The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn't speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together. And I don't mean any of that figuratively. I'm not talking about a guy being floored by the sight of a gorgeous woman-although, of course, Lydia is gorgeous beyond words. No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker-my physical therapist-I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit. When I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker, she was a ray of light in the dark. Hope for the hopeless. A salve for my singed and battered soul. She said she'd been assigned to fix me. That she was there to ...
Ball Peen Hammer
From the USA Today and Internationally bestselling author of The Club Series, Lauren Rowe, comes a sexy standalone romantic comedy: Ball Peen Hammer.Keane Morgan wouldn't return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about it. I didn't want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin' choice in the matter--at least, not if I wanted to use his brother Dax's coveted parking spot at UCLA. Okay, so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too. But did he have to be so damned in love with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated. And, honestly, what...
Smitten
I met Alessandra at a party. Tried to impress her. Was almost positive I was going to fail.I think I said something along the lines of, "I'm a Goat called Fish who's hung like a bull-but not really. I'm actually pretty average." Smooth. I know. Try not to be jealous.When she laughed-and I mean, really laughed-I knew she wasn't like the other girls I'd been meeting on tour. Hell, she wasn't even in the same stratosphere as those fangirls and gold-diggers.At one point during the party, Alessandra said, "There's nothing like a girl's first love." I knew she was talking about the first smash hit by my band, 22 Goats. Alessandra said it was the first song she'd heard by us and it "hit her like a ton of bricks." Ironic, seeing as how I was having the same reaction from being in her presence.I made it my mission to impress her. Give her the kiss of a lifetime that night. But since I've always been the dude with zero game, nothing went according to plan.I'm not giving up, though. I'm going to win this girl over. I'm done sitting on the sidelines, watching the bad boy getting the girl. This time, the nice guy will finish first. Even if it's the last thing he'll do.
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Falling Out of Hate with You
I've tried to like Adrian Savage, the mercurial frontman for Fugitive Summer, while serving as his band's opening act on tour. We're stuck together for three months, after all. And I'm well aware I'm lucky to be here. But it's proved impossible. He's far too rude and dismissive a guy to get along with. And way too good at getting under my skin. In fact, at this point, I think it's fair to say I downright hate his guts.Global thirst trap that he is, though, I'm finding it extremely difficult not to want to jump Savage's bones, despite how much he infuriates me. I hate myself for it. But my body is going rogue on me. It doesn't matter, though. I'm determined to resist him. In fact, what I've decided is that, as long as I'm here and stuck with him, I'm not only going to give Savage the sound tongue lashing nobody else around here has the balls to deliver, I'm going to bring that bad boy to his knees.
Mister Bodyguard
A bodyguard, a beauty, and a bet. "I'm hiring you to do more than guard her, Zander," my new boss explained. "You're gonna be her rock. Her human Valium. Her trusted friend. And she's gonna be your mission from God." "So I'm her babysitter?" "Her babysitter, her bodyguard, her f*cking service doggie. Whatever she needs or wants, that's what you'll be. Anything except her booty call." The vein in my new boss's neck bulged. "Touch her and I'll do more than fire your ass, Zander. I'll rip off your balls." My buddies laughed when I told them about my ridiculous new job. They said, "Three months on a tour with a world famous beauty, glued to her hip, catering to her every whim? A hundred bucks sa...
