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Their engagement is accidental. Indulging their passion is deliberate… Commanding tycoon Matias Silva is less long-term romance, more million-dollar business deals. Until his sweet childhood friend Georgie White anxiously confesses his family believe they’re engaged. Matias never does anything by halves, if they’re going to pretend, he’s all in. Whisking Georgie to his sprawling coastal mansion, he’ll ensure everyone believes their charade. But discovering Georgie’s true innocence, suddenly makes their fake relationship feel unexpectedly—deliciously!—real…

Some cowboys are outta this world…Astronaut Jason «Ace» McCoy tried to escape Cole's Hill, Texas—and the memory of Molly Tanner's dark eyes and strawberry-scented hair—among the stars. Now he and Molly have jointly inherited her father's struggling ranch. And having failed his latest medical tests, Ace is on leave—maybe forever.He's determined to sort things out with the ranch and get back to Houston as soon as possible. What he isn't counting on is that Molly's only gotten more beautiful over the years…and she still wants him. The passion between them is hotter than rocket fuel—and just as dangerous. He can't promise anything as long as there's a chance to go on another mission. But even in orbit, this attraction has no rules…and no limits.

Constant CravingPrivate Investigator Alec Sharpe wanted to keep Celia Carter safe. He also just plain WANTED her. But Celia had some crazy ideas – first that she could conduct a risky investigation all by herself, and second that she could ignore the sizzling attraction between them.Celia soon realized, to her dismay, that she needed help with the case… from the dark and dangerously sexy Alec. He took full advantage of the situation, proposing a deal. For as long as he was helping her out, she would give in to the craving that was driving them both to distraction.But what would happen once the case was solved?

This is what happened. I met him at the candy store. He turned around and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children’s candy store, mind you—this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss’s wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee. Hypothetically speaking, of course.I’ve been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears. Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake. The problem with wanting is that it’s like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else.I don’t apologize for who I am or what I’ve done in—or out—of bed. I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven’t wanted anything else. Until Dan. Until now.“Dirty may very well become a ‘reread’ to many readers, a ‘keeper’ to others…an intensely emotional story. Unforgettable!” —Erotica Romance Writers