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Her husband's suicide left Nora MacKenzie alone, and his shady Wall Street dealings left the Manhattan socialite penniless.By a miracle she's held on to their mountainside farm—and she'll keep holding on, no matter what. The property is Nora's one chance to wring some dignity out of the sham she's been living. The Vermont locals think she's a city girl on a nature kick, but she's not afraid to get her hands dirty.Nora's serious about learning the farming business…if she can figure out where to begin. Against the locals' skepticism, she has only one ally: Charles «C.W.» Walker. C.W. is hardworking, gentle with the animals and a patient teacher of the hundreds of chores Nora needs to learn.Slowly she starts to believe she'll survive in her new life, even flourish. She might even be willing to open her heart again. But she won't return to a life of lies…and the truth about C.W. may be more than Nora's fragile heart can bear.

A sexy, sassy, summer read, perfect for fans of Rebecca Chance and Lindsey Kelk.CLIMB ON BOARD . . .When feisty Irish flight attendant Sinead Kennealy locks eyes with sexy Australian CEO Gabriel Anderson in First Class, sparks fly. But as they jet across the globe from Melbourne to London, it’s clear that they’re in for a turbulent journey . . .Stressed-out Gabriel doesn’t do relationships. And Sinead isn’t about to be fooled by another bad boy after escaping her stalker ex. Then a storm hits, causing the plane to land unexpectedly, and Sinead and Gabriel are thrown together in Singapore.The pressure rises as Sinead’s unhappy past threatens to catch up with her. But might Gabriel be the one to heal her heartbreak? If he could open up about his troubling secrets, maybe a relationship could actually get off the ground. Fasten your seatbelts – this WON’T be a smooth ride . . .

Don’t Think. Don’t Question. Just Do. Shall we begin? This is your first list. You will follow each instruction perfectly. There is no margin for error. Your reward will be my attention and command. The anonymous note wasn't for me. It was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it. The black looping letters looked so innocent. They were not.Before the note, if a man had told me what to do, I'd have told him where to go. But now I’m learning that submission is an art. Doing someone's bidding is… exciting, liberating – even addictive.‘One of the most powerful writers of erotic romance.” – smartbitchestrashybooks.com