Steamy Romantic Suspense Bundle

Paradise:

A deceitful trick by a coworker slash lover leaves Jayden Clark looking for a new job and vowing to never again engage in a relationship with a workmate. Of course, her promise never mentioned a boss.

When Jayden accepts the position of girl Friday for Regent Realty, she knows she is overqualified, but a month in Tahiti, and Nick Regent, the six-foot-four, incredibly appealing owner of the company, make the job too tempting to pass up.

She flies to the island, knowing full well that she is at risk of losing her heart, but never could she have predicted the danger she would face in paradise.

Physical Distraction:

Tash
I wondered how it was possible—if Jem Wolfe was so wrong, then how could this all feel so damn right.

Jem
I knew I didn't deserve someone like her, but I was done standing on the fucking dark side of the moon. Sometimes you had to find the light or just drown in the blackness of it all.

Tashlyn Younglove has returned to Blackthorn Ridge, the town where her dad died sixteen years earlier. As she unravels the mystery behind her father's death, dark secrets are revealed, putting her in grave danger. All the while, Tashlyn finds herself falling hard for Jem Wolfe, the youngest son of the town's most notorious family. Can she trust the man who has stolen her heart?

Jem Wolfe returned to Blackthorn Ridge to keep his brother, Dane, out of trouble. When Tashlyn Younglove moves to town, she dredges up the town's dark history, a history that involves Jem's dad. At the same time, Jem finds himself falling hard for her. Will a long buried ugly truth push Tashlyn from his arms for good?

Forever, Tommy:

A notorious flirt. An arrogant bad boy. A socially dysfunctional genius.

We were mismatched in so many ways, but there was something, a sort of kinship, between us all. Something we desperately needed. Something that made sense to us, and while we didn't know it then, something that would change each of us forever.

Sugar, Jules and I had run for our lives. Only our shadows had followed us. And no matter how hard we tried we couldn't outpace them.

Private North:

When August "Auggie" Stonefield accepts an unpaid internship working for her favorite professor, she figures it will make for a quiet, uneventful winter break. But when the professor's son, Dalton North, returns home broken and weary from the war, things are anything but quiet. And in the icy cold midst of winter, August Stonefield loses her heart and finds a burning passion she never knew she had.

Sweet Talkin' Scoundrel:

He was movie screen perfect. But there was no question that an inordinate amount of trouble came with that face. He was one of those men who you spotted and allowed yourself the luxury to look at and daydream about just before the rational side of your brain kicked in to say 'run—run like hell and never look back'.

A mistake in her past has left Kinley Kennedy with no choice except to run from her old life and find one far away. But she never could have predicted what she'd discover there. Has she made the right move or is she destined to run again?

Chapter 1

The car tires chirped as I hit the parking lot entrance at full speed. A glance in the rearview mirror revealed the shocking news that I'd forgotten to put on lipstick. An unreliable alarm clock, a spilled cup of coffee on a dry-clean only skirt, and a nearly empty gas tank assured me that the day ahead would be filled with fun. 

I had exactly ten minutes to get to the boardroom. I'd pulled high-heeled shoes out of my closet this morning and then opted for flat slip-ons with the understanding that there would be at least one required incident of running. 

I parked and jumped out of the car. Behind me, something scraped the sidewalk. I glanced back over my shoulder. A riderless skateboard hurtled toward me. A boy with a heavy backpack bouncing behind him ran down the incline after the skateboard. I had time for one good karma deed. As the runaway board rolled past, I stuck my foot out to stop it. My shoe caught on the sandpaper strip. It slipped off my foot and took off for the ride of its life.

"Oh, that's bad, bad, bad," I mumbled as I hobbled after it. The board hit a crack in the sidewalk and flipped over, sending my shoe into the street where it was promptly run over by a school bus. The kid grabbed up his board without a word of thanks, and I hopped into the street to retrieve my flattened shoe.

Rita smacked into me as I scurried around the corner to my office. 

"Oh god, you need lipstick." She grabbed my hand, pulled me toward the office and shut the door behind us. "I've got something juicy to tell you." Her hazel eyes gleamed behind her glasses.

I rummaged through my desk drawer and pulled out two lipsticks. "Dark pink or pale red?"

"Is there a difference?" She waved her hand dismissively. "Dark pink."

I dropped the dark pink back into the drawer and opted for the pale red. 

"Well?" Rita hovered over my desk.

"Well, what?"

She sighed in aggravation. "Do you want to hear it or not?"

"Can it wait? I'm late." I grabbed my handheld mirror and stretched my mouth open for lipstick application.

"No, it can't wait. You'll want to hear it before you walk into the meeting."

I wiped at the side of my lip with my pinky and put down the mirror. "Hurry, if I'm late, Charlene will grab the donut with rainbow sprinkles."

Rita leaned closer as if my office walls had ears or any interest at all in her gossip. "Ginny, down in accounting, had lunch yesterday with Frank, the owner's executive assistant—"

I thumbed through the papers on my desk for my latest sales report. "To the point, Rita. Rainbow sprinkles— remember?"

She rolled her eyes. "They've narrowed the field of prospects for marketing manager down to two names, you and Darren."

My face popped up. "Darren? You mean the guy I'm sleeping with?"

"The very one."

My mind flashed back to the morning. Darren left so early I hadn't even heard him get up. "Well, I've got to get to the meeting, or I won't be considered for anything." I clutched the reports under my arm and slid past Rita. She looked disappointed by my reaction. 

I'd known that both of us would make the list of potential candidates, but I hadn't expected for us to make the final two. This would definitely put a twist in our sex life.

My slip-on shoes made a ridiculous amount of noise as I hurried down the hall to the boardroom. I decided to stop and stick my head into Darren's office. He glanced up from his computer. The man had perfected the sexy just got out of bed but still look presentable for work look. "Hey, babe. I'll be right there."

"Did you turn off my alarm clock this morning?"

My question caught him off guard, and his mouth hung open for a moment. "Uh, no. I was up before it went off. I didn't want to wake you." He smiled rather insincerely.

"Just wondering. I'll see you in the meeting." I shrugged off his strange reaction to my question and slid into the boardroom. 

Charlene was already in her usual spot, daintily plucking off the rainbow sprinkles from my donut. She pushed a few into her mouth. "Hey, Jayden, congratulations. Rumor has it you're in the running for marketing manager."

How was it that everyone in the office knew but me? I needed to spend less time on sales calls and more time at the watercooler. I smiled weakly and looked pointedly at the donut. "Thanks."

I grabbed my seat across from the painting of the sternly browed Arthur Kingsley, the founder of the century-old Kingsley Advertising Agency. Coworkers spilled into the narrow room. Darren walked in last. Without glancing my way once, he took his usual seat near the head of the table. 

Just like in school when the principal walked into the classroom, all chatting came to an abrupt halt and postures straightened as Arthur Kingsley III entered. He had the same stern brow as his grandfather, but his eyebrows were considerably less bushy, and he wasn't sporting a gray handlebar mustache.

The meeting started with the usual pep talk from the owner followed by the mind-numbing discussion of monthly sales data. I glanced surreptitiously in Darren's direction. He was great at putting up a pretense that he was intrigued by the charts and numbers, but I knew he was having a mind debate about which sports bar he'd hit tonight to watch the game. 

Mrs. Compton, the general manager, called on Darren first to brag about his monthly numbers. They were impressive, and he'd taken the time to print out rainbow-colored pie charts to go with them, but they still weren't as good as mine. I'd had a stellar month, and Darren knew it. Just twelve hours earlier, Darren had tried various ways to coax the numbers out of me, including ways that made me heat with a blush just thinking about them, but none of his techniques had worked. 

Darren finished his presentation and sat back smugly in his seat. He picked up his phone and lowered it into his lap. My phone vibrated seconds later. Charlene cast an admonishing look my way as I lowered the phone to my lap. There was a text message from Darren.

"We're over. I've been seeing Carly in the mailroom"

At first, I smiled to myself thinking, oh that Darren, always a jokester. I mean Carly was cute in that pathetic, lost kitten sort of way. My thumb smoothed over the screen on my phone, and I read the message again. My gaze shot up the table toward Darren. He pretended to be engrossed by Charlie Morgan's sales numbers. He didn't look my way once, but a hideous smirk crossed his lips. He wasn't joking.

My fingers slid over the keypad frantically, and I was about to push send when, in the fog of my emotional turmoil, I heard my name called. 

"Jayden, let's hear from you next." 

I looked up befuddled and bleary eyed and that's when it happened. The text message, still fresh in my mind, spurted from my lips. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Shocked, open-mouthed expressions lined the long table as a simultaneous gasp sucked the air from the room. Darren stared down at the table with a grin as wide as the Mississippi River. 

"Jayden," Mrs. Compton's tone reminded me of my mom's after I'd stayed out too late with a boy. "Why don't you leave the room and compose yourself. We'll speak later."

I blinked back tears as I gathered up my papers and left the uncomfortably silent room. Rita was on the phone as I raced past her desk. She hung up quickly and followed me into my office.

I sat down and stared out the window in a state of shock. If I hadn't been so angry, I would have cried. 

Rita stared wide-eyed at me. "This isn't about the donut, is it?"

Her question took a moment to register, then I laughed. I pressed my hands against my face and mumbled into my palms. "What the hell just happened?" I dropped my hands into my lap and leaned back in the chair.

"I don't know," Rita said. "I'm waiting for you to tell me. You raced past my desk like your ass was on fire, and I've never seen that look on your face. It will haunt me forever." She pressed her hand to her chest dramatically. 

The chair squeaked as I sat forward. "I'm sorry. Darren just screwed me so badly; I could kill him. I've botched the promotion. Hell, I might even be fired." I relayed the entire ugly story to Rita. Her anger grew, along with mine, as I spoke about it.

"He planned the whole damn thing so he could get the manager position." I stood and looked down to the street below. "And to think last night I let him . . ." My mind drifted toward revenge.

Rita's voice sprang over my shoulder. "Last night you let him—what? What did you let him do?" she asked anxiously.

I waved her off. "Never mind that. I've just come up with a plan. Is the meeting over?" 

Rita hung her head out of my office. "Yep, looks like it's breaking up."

I hugged Rita and walked into the hallway. Heads poked around cubicles and curious stares watched me through windows as I marched to Darren's office. His door was closed but I didn't knock. Sally, his pointy faced assistant, had just sat down to take dictation. They both looked up as I walked in. I shot Sally a look that told her where to place her notepad, and she scurried out of the office. 

Darren pushed his chair back from the desk and laced his fingers behind his head. "Sorry about that little joke in there, Jayden." A grin strained to break free on his arrogant face as he dropped his arms and leaned forward to check his cell phone, an annoying habit he pursued even when we were in bed. His blue eyes smiled up at me. They were the same blue eyes that had smiled at me over my pillow the night before, only this time they were cold as ice. 

"I have to admit—did not see that reaction coming. I mean I wanted to throw you off your game a bit when it came time for you to speak . . . but, wow." He chuckled dryly. "Thought old man Kingsley was going to fall over from a stroke."

My gaze flickered to his smartphone where his fingers still hovered. Darren's entire life was on that phone, both personal and business. He called it his lifeline. 

"And what about Carly?"

He put his phone down reluctantly and leaned back in his chair. "Carly? We've gone out a couple of times. But she's not you." He had the nerve to float a possessive gaze up and down my body.

"You knew last night that we were the only two on the prospect list. And you knew you didn't have sales numbers to beat mine, so you pulled a dirty trick. You have now shot to the top of my Biggest Assholes I've Dated list."

"Come on, babe, don't be mad. I'm sure you'll just get written up and warned."

My insides flamed with anger and then my opportunity presented itself. I lunged forward, and before he knew what was happening, I snatched up his cell phone and raced out of his office. I heard his rolling chair hit the wall as he jumped out of it to follow me. 

The entire office stopped their work to watch. For the first time this morning, luck was on my side. The elevator doors had just started to close. I slid between them and turned as Darren came running toward the elevator. 

"Jayden, come on now. It's not funny." He looked pale with worry as he smacked the elevator buttons. But he was too late. I was on my way down to the basement, and his precious phone was in my possession. The doors were five inches from shutting completely when a wickedly beautiful idea struck me. I pressed my face closer to the shrinking gap and held the phone out. 

The doors shut just as Darren made a futile grab for it. "You bitch!" he yelled. The sound of metal and glass crushing was the best sound I'd heard all morning. As the elevator descended, the remaining piece of phone slid down with it until it finally broke in half.

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