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What's worse than bumping into a parked motorcycle and tipping it over? Easy. It's bumping into a motorcycle, tipping it over, and sending it crashing into an entire row of bikes like horrible, slow-motion dominos. What's even worse than that? Nora knows the answer. It's when the first motorcycle in the row belongs to the hottest man in a hundred-mile radius, and he watches the whole thing happen. Lee Blair looks like he wants to pop her head off her shoulders like a champagne cork. Saying “oopsie daisy” doesn't calm him down. Go figure.

How could this happen? This was supposed to be a quiet town, with quiet people, and a quiet hotel that needed a new owner. It was supposed to be my fresh start. Instead, in walks the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Before she even flicks those eyes in my direction, I already know I'm in trouble...and I've never wanted trouble as much as I do now. How could this happen...again! I don't even know anything about him! All I know is he's stupidly rich, he's incredibly sexy, and he's definitely running away from something.

Georgia wants a fresh start, and that doesn't include the handsome cowboy from her past. But Sebastian is in town now, and he has no intention of leaving until he gets what he wants...

Lucas already has one kid, and he's not trying for another one. He's not trying for anything except moving up the ladder at work. Until he slides into the back seat of a taxi and sees Rosie for the first time. Her luscious lips look perfectly kissable, and her fiery red hair would look much better splayed across his pillow. Judging by the way she's looking at him, she feels it too. After a traumatic attack that left Rosie in the hospital, she's cautious around men. But Lucas tears down her defenses with one smoldering look, and she knows she's in trouble.

His name is Pestilence. At least, that’s what they called him in college after an outbreak of a certain, ahem, intimately transmitted infection on campus. Now in his thirties, Leo St. James is fully reformed from his playboy past. He has a fiancée and everything. Oh, no, wait. He lied about that. His fiancée doesn’t exist. But when Leo’s boss sees him with his hand cupped around Amelia Darcy’s face, Leo has no choice but to call her his bride-to-be and promise to bring her to his company retreat.

He’s an overprotective bodyguard. The dark-haired grump who makes introverted, good girl me more flustered than usual. And, until he decides I’m safe, he’s also my new roommate.

Archer Jones is a tall, gorgeous man with a killer smile. When we kissed at our friends’ wedding last year, we agreed it was a mistake. We’re friends. Nothing more. Until he walks me to my flower shop’s front door—and we discover a body. The villainess who’s been terrorizing our town for the past five years is lying cold on my business’s floor…and the murder weapon happens to belong to Archer.

Marlon St. James wants only one thing: to be left alone. He has a house, a successful private security business, and endless peace and quiet. Things are exactly as they should be. Until Camilla.

The twelfth book in the Heart's Cove Hottie's series by bestselling author Lilian Monroe!

Fünfundvierzig, frisch geschieden und ein absolutes Desaster. Das Letzte, was Fiona braucht, als sie ihren Urlaub antritt, ist ein überflutetes Hotelzimmer und eine Autopanne.… Doch leider ist es genau das, was sie bekommt.

The Prince is an animal, and everyone knows it. All I need to do is stay out of his way. Easy...Right? Wrong. So, so wrong. When I take my father’s place at Westhill Castle, everyone warns me about Prince Gabriel. They tell me to stay away. The Prince is dangerous. Wild. Angry. One thing they don’t warn me about? Prince Gabriel is panty-dropping hot. Knee-knocking gorgeous. Arrogant. As. Hell. So, I hike my panties way, way up. But the Prince has other ideas, and who am I to resist royalty?