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My life is a mess. I've become the loser my father expected me to be, and now I'm stuck on his ranch. The only good thing in this scenario is the foreman, Blake. I never thought a hot, older man like him would notice me, yet he sees the hidden part of me that longs for someone to care. I wasn't sure I wanted a Daddy, but I love the way Blake takes care of me, challenges me, pushes me to be my best self. I want to make him proud. I want to keep him, even though we seem to belong in different worlds.

Self-obsessed. Arrogant. Jerk. I mean...what sensible man would have nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist in his own office? And what sensible girl can avoid all those naughty thoughts then? He's in his 40s - old enough to be my father. OMG...those green eyes that I want to drown myself into, that smooth voice when he orders me around, and don't even get me started on the muscles...and those hard abs I saw that day in his office...oooh lord! Have mercy! Because I am compelled to...call him daddy! He says, "Age brings in experience," and I am so ready to surrender my V-card.

Healing takes time. Whether it's a broken bone or a laceration, patience is potent medicine. The same goes for relationships. I moved back to town hoping to patch things up with my son. Imagine my surprise when I meet his gorgeous best friend on the exam table at my OB/GYN office, hell-bent on ditching her V-card as quickly as possible. That's not going to happen.

I have three cardinal rules: Never mix business with pleasure. Never let a woman spend the night. Never date a woman with kids. Kids freak me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. Aka Donor 5262. It was a piece of cake and $1,500 a month for my deposits (in sperm bank speak) came in handy. I just didn't think about the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy, and I'm going to get hit up for child support.

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.

"Du musst dich nur für oder gegen mich entscheiden. Der Rest regelt sich von alleine." Lynn ist selbstbewusst, erfolgreich im Job und liebt ihre Unabhängigkeit. Ein prickelndes Abenteuer mit dem attraktiven Samuel in der Sauna geht ihr jedoch nicht mehr aus dem Kopf. Sie bereut, dass sie ihn nicht wiedersehen wollte. Als Lynn eine einmalige Karrierechance geboten wird, ist sie völlig entsetzt, das ausgerechnet ihr neuer Geschäftspartner kein Unbekannter ist. Die Sehnsucht nach ihm wird immer größer, doch sie darf ihr nicht nachgeben, denn alles, was sie sich aufgebaut hat, steht auf dem Spiel.

Two hotter-than-hell boyfriends to juggle, one merciless archangel who wants me dead, and then there's Francis. I still don't know what his deal is, and after that fateful night in the caves beneath the Academy, I'm not sure I want to know. Everything around me is changing, but I'm the same. I'm still the only human. No powers, no special skills to speak of. Just a prophecy that says a human will one day retire the most powerful Grim Reaper alive, but I doubt I'm the savior the supernatural world has been waiting for. If I am, the implications are too horrible.

"Marina Adair writes with heart and sizzling heat." -- Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author on Sugar's Twice as Sweet She's sassy and sweet The last thing Glory Mann wants is to become chairman of the Miss Peach Pageant in Sugar, Georgia. Spending months hearing nothing but the...