Showing results for "Anne Morgan" in Contemporary

Being a firefighter means I work hard and can go all night. But hey, I've got plenty of fires to put out in my downtime, too. Fortunately I've got just the tool to do it. Size matters, ladies. I've got a big one...and I would have been happy to show you before a sassy, sexy brunette crash-landed in my life. Lola is quirky; she's talented; she's unbelievably gorgeous; and she's getting over the world's worst breakup. I've got two words for you: off limits.

Plastic surgeon Whitney Vidra knows all about getting over a cheating ex. Now she's focusing on her career and her friends, and using men just for single-serving, no-strings fun. Until she meets newly-single Matt Fuller, who is captivated by the vibrant Whitney - every way the opposite of his cheating ex-wife. When he confesses to Whitney that he hasn't had sex since his divorce, she volunteers to be his rebound girl. But Matt's not a no-commitment kind of guy - he's either all in, or all out.

Lauren liebt ihre Bilderbuchfamilie, ihr organisiertes Leben und ihr Haus in Notting Hill. Nur manchmal, wenn sie über die makellosen Wände streicht, fühlt es sich an wie ein Kartenhaus, das jeden Moment in sich zusammenfallen könnte. Dann denkt sie an die ungeheuerliche Lüge, die sie und ihre Tochter für immer entzweien würde - und an ihre Familie auf der malerischen Insel Martha's Vineyard, der sie den Rücken gekehrt hat. Lauren wahrt den schönen Schein.

Emma O’Bannion has a crush on the mysterious Frenchman who lives above her, and for Valentine’s Day she decides to be his secret admirer. There’s one problem—Luc is a retired agent, and sees danger everywhere, particularly in a bouquet of roses and a box of poisoned chocolates. It’s easy enough for him to discover who’s stalking him, easy for him to kidnap her and find out exactly who she’s working for. Except that apparently her only motive is a misplaced crush. Too bad that he’s starting to feel the same way.

Secrets...dirty ones. He was mine...there was a time.... Or so I thought. Instead, I was simply his dirty little secret. He couldn't, no, wouldn't, risk telling his best friend - my brother - about us. So, I kept quiet. Blinded by love and bound by my own desires, I allowed it all. I didn't tell a single soul about my time with Sawyer, not my brother, not my closest friends. Not then, and especially not now. How can I? My best friend is his ex-wife. The past is the past. I'm over him. I refuse to still love him.

I wanted her from the instant I set eyes on her. I waited, bided my time, and when she was ripe for the taking, I stole a single weekend with her. Then, in the blink of an eye, tragedy tore us apart. He was mine.... From the first time I saw him, I knew he would be my downfall. I craved him, wanted him with a need that should have terrified me. He didn't steal anything from me. I gave it - and my heart - to him freely. But we weren't the only ones with a secret. Secrets tore us part, and now, they would force us back to the scene of that infamous tragedy.