HATING THE ROCK STAR

I hate the rock star, but he’ll make me learn to love him…

Joss Myers is a gorgeous rock star jerk and my celebrity crush. I never thought he’d notice me, not in a million years. Let alone marry me in a stupid Las Vegas mistake. I thought I wanted him, at least until I became his wife. Now I know I hate him.

He’s arrogant, conceited, self-centered, and a million other not-so-nice things. He’s refusing to make this sham-marriage easy for me, and he thinks it’s funny to watch me squirm. If I want an annulment, I have to go on tour with him. He wants to keep me in his room like a trophy, ready and waiting for his every desire.

Screw that. I’m not going to be that bastard’s plaything, even if the thought sends shivers down my spine… He keeps putting his hands on my hips, his lips against my throat, his words in my ear: You’re the rock star’s wife now, sweetheart, better get used to it.

But there’s more to this situation than I realized. The band is teetering on the brink of breaking apart, and Joss doesn’t seem to care. All he wants is my body, and I’m afraid that if he gets it, I’ll never want to walk away again.

SECOND CHANCE HUSBAND

I want her down on her knees with my ring on her finger.

She got away once before, but not this time.
This is my last chance. I’ve messed up enough for one lifetime, and I need to get my sh*t together.

Bad boy, bastard, a**hole. I’ve been called it all and deserved it once or twice.
But I’m changing, and I’m starting with her.

Piper’s the producer of my new travel show and my ex-girlfriend. Messed up, right? During a scene in Las Vegas, she gets tricked into signing a real marriage license.

That’s right, she’s my accidental bride, and I plan on keeping her.

She’s not happy about it, but that doesn’t matter. She needs me just as much as I need her. I can see it in her eyes: She remembers how it used to be, back before I messed up, the way it felt when my fingertips brushed against her skin.

She knows how I can make her feel, but she’s afraid.
I’ll remind her why I’m the best thing that got away.

In the end, she’ll beg to stay my wife, or both our careers will go up in flames

HIS WONDER BABY

I was too broken to have a baby.
Until my best friend put me back together and got me pregnant.

When I met Will Eaton, I was a mess.

He listened to me. He held my hand. Slowly, I came out of my shell, and we were best friends ever since.

At least until one night when we finally gave in to our desires and he got me pregnant. The doctors all told me that I’d never have a baby, but clearly they never met Will. He gave me a little miracle and one of the best nights of my life.

But as soon as I find out, Will leaves for two years. He joins a professional hockey team in Europe, and it’s like I’m torn to shreds all over. I keep my daughter a secret and vow never to speak to him again.

Two years pass, and now he’s back. I hate him, but I still dream about his athletic body pressing me down on the bed. I dare you to pretend like you don’t love this…

I can’t let him near my daughter. He abandoned us, even if he didn’t know about her.

I’m too afraid to let him in. But I can’t help the way I feel when he’s around.

I want another taste of that night, and I know he’s going to give it to me.

Serie DEMONS MC - B.B. HAMEL

Biker's bride #1

Sinopsis: Nunca quise ser propiedad de un motociclista.

Soy una buena persona, una chica universitaria normal. Pero cuando soy testigo de un asesinato de pandillas, mi futuro está en juego.

Nadie puede salvarme. Excepto tal vez el asqueroso arrogante de mi pasado.

Ford Cook es un hombre duro. Deja olas de violencia y corazones rotos por todos lados. Su duro cuerpo está cubierto de tatuajes y músculos, y no le importa cuántos cráneos se quiebren para conseguir lo que quiere.

Y para mantenerme a salvo, espera que me convierta en su novia.

Ahora me estoy sosteniendo por el hombre que me dejó hace tantos años. Lo odio por lo que me hizo, pero lo necesito para salvar mi vida.

A pesar de que mi nuevo novio es un bastardo arrogante, no puedo dejar de mirar su cuerpo rasgado. Él sabe lo que estoy pensando, y me va a obligar a decirlo.

Lo quiero, pero lo odio tanto.

No estoy segura de cuánto tiempo puedo soportarlo. Necesito jugar el papel de la novia de un motociclista, o ser entregada a la gente que me quiere muerta.