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When three daring and powerful businessmen join forces to create Sexy & Sinful: Spa & Resort, things are bound to heat up in the most risqué ways imaginable! But indulging in the sinful fantasies with a curvy woman they've just met may cost them their business. After all, she's the perfect candidate for the general manager position at the resort.

Wade Blanchard is playing hard-to-get. When I saw him standing with his siblings at Joel Blackwood’s grave, my investigative senses kicked into high gear. I just need him to confirm my suspicions, but he won’t even give me the time of day. When I finally corner him during his shift at the club, things end badly, and I walk away with nothing. Little does he know – I don’t give up that easy. He needs me, whether he likes it or not. And one way or another I’m going to help him, and his siblings, unravel their family secrets one thread at a time.

A Holiday Mode novella Every girl deserves a fairytale. I just didn’t expect mine to happen at that summer festival and definitely not with a rock star. My life hasn’t turned out the way I’d hoped. My wonderful dad died and left everything to my wicked stepmother. Now I’m working endless shifts at his old diner and living above her garage. And when she makes me work instead of going to that summer festival, I think my dreams can’t get any further away. But then I meet a charming guy who is so into me. He whisks me away to the music festival, and I have the time of my life.

The holidays are usually lonely, but this December I have a fling with a rock star. My life has imploded. So it feels fitting to be living back at my parents’ home in South Lake Tahoe. Is a quarter-life crisis a thing? Which is how I meet pop/rock legend Cole Jackson—delivering groceries to his ridiculous Tahoe chalet. Somehow he finds my scattered insanity charming. And I’m so tempted. Besides, isn’t that what people having a quarter-life crisis do? Have ill-advised flings? So why not spend this December in the arms of a rock star? What could go wrong?

Two years ago, my world ended when my dad died. Now, I might have found a reason to live. If only that reason wasn’t a sexy, infuriating Hollywood elite. For two years, I’ve been monotonously following my abusive stepmother’s script for life. I audition and audition, with the promise of having my freedom from her vice once I turn twenty-one. It’s hard to see what freedom will entail in a world gray from grief. Until my new production manager throws everything into vivid color.