Maddie hates Christmas parties. The forced conversation about what so-and-so did throughout the year makes her teeth hurt. Time would be better spent looking through a book for a more pertinent historical fact.Tristan doesn’t know what to do to get Maddie to notice him. Assigned to help her research the history of his Pack, the sexy little historian has him thinking less about what’s between her books and more about what’s between her legs.
When Tristan convinces Maddie to attend his Pack’s annual Christmas party, will it be a chance for them to write their own future or will they be remembered as just a Christmas past?
Tracy Collins is through with trying to prove herself to Quinn Donovan. Having resigned from her position as Vice President at Donovan Construction, the office holiday party is her last company function and getting through it as quickly as possible is her focus. Getting laid in the supply closet by Quinn was definitely not on the agenda.Quinn keeps hitting a wall when it comes to Tracy. Now that she’s resigned from the company to work for his brother he really feels there is no winning. Needing to have one final conversation with her, he’s surprised to find himself deep inside her while her back is up against the wall.Misunderstandings and hurt feelings have defined their past but with the season of giving underway will they take the chance to meet in the middle or will the New Year find them going their separate ways.
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Mistletoe may be deadly if you eat it but Cassidy Parker finds out just talking about it can be worse, particularly when it causes her to feel up Riku Makiyama at Middle Earth Gaming’s holiday party. She wanted to blame her inappropriate behavior on the shots of tequila she’d taken but she knew the super sexy programmer didn’t need a woman to use liquid courage to accost him. When Riku seeks her out to continue what they started will she take him up on his offer or will she pass up the chance?
Intimate Encounters: Books 1-6 Collection
Love Unfurled (Book 1 Intimate Encounters Series)
Love in its fullest bloom requires the time and trust of both partners. There is the little seedling waiting for care and attention. The very bud of the flower waiting to blossom, and finally, love at its fullest, fully unfurled—testament to all the time and energy that was put into it to help it grow. Yet, we mustn’t forget the sprinkling of passion that gives it color and vibrancy. So here is a look as love unfurls.
At That Hour (Book 2 Intimate Encounters Series)
Lauren knows that an invitation, once given, is hard to revoke, but passion untried can be even more detrimental. She has requested the attention of her dark fantasy lover, but will the reality be all she imagined or just a promise left unfulfilled?
What makes the things under a woman’s clothes sexy? Is it the frilly lace or the cut of the fabric, or maybe the color and the way it lays upon her skin? I think it’s the wearer, the woman who puts it on and takes it off every day with purpose and focus. I think it’s the viewer who gazes with appreciation and a glint of passion in his eyes. Most importantly, I think it’s the readers who place themselves in the role of the wearer and viewer and wonder if reality were fantasy, would they have just as much fun? Here is a collection of stories that explore just how “intimate” Intimate Apparel can be, so go ahead and take a peek. You know you want to.
Body of Work (Book 4 Intimate Encounters Series)
At the heart of some of the greatest fantasies is the ability to remake one’s self; carve out an image through imagination that is difficult to find in reality. What if fantasy and reality weren’t so different? What if the image born from imagination isn’t the one that needs to be the most desired and you could live in the space you are meant to inhabit? What if you could be loved for the person you have difficulty being? These are three stories that explore the fantasy of being loved for who you are and ask the question, why can’t it be real?
The Art of Love (Book 5 Intimate Encounters Series)
Body art is such an interesting thing. When done with thought and purpose, it tells the untold story of one’s innermost self. When done in haste and impulse, it is a regret that lives even while the ink fades. In the end it is a reflection of the intimate connection one has with his or her body. This collection of stories seeks to explore that intimate connection such adornment has, reflected in another person’s eyes.
Everything Carries Me Back to You (Book 6 Intimate Encounters Series)
Happily Ever After isn’t always a guaranteed thing. We take our Happily Now because Ever After just seems so far away. This book is a collection of those Nows, a prelude to a love story the characters don’t even know has been written for them, a love story that waits patiently for them to understand that Happily Maybe is never happily after all.
Looks can be oh so deceptive. Gemma Sanders could probably mentally calculate how many times she’d heard that, but what she couldn’t tell a soul was how many times she’d actually listened. Because of her height, she’d always had the tendency of judging men shorter than her; questioning if they had the ability to handle her…needs. What she soon learns in the infamous Club Munya is that big things often come in small packages.
Push My Buttons
Control. Esme Sanders wore that very thing in every fiber of her being. She had sex down to a guaranteed science. Not fucking, not making love but sex. A private matter to be handled in the missionary position, under the covers, with the lights out and a few slow puffs of air as a backdrop every now and again. So why exactly had she let her cousin drag her out into the den of iniquity that was the infamous sex club Munya? Why was she talking to some tall and burly, but extremely manly stranger? And why was she allowing him to put his mouth there…Oh yeah, now she remembered…
Not A Rebound
The best way to get over a man is to get under a new one. Cara Sanders didn’t exactly know if that particular nugget of advice was wise…or safe, for that matter. But she did know healing a recently broken heart would take time. Healing sexual frustration? Well, that was a different matter altogether. How many sex clubs does a woman have to be dragged to by her closest friends before she hits the proverbial jackpot? If the tall, dark, and handsome stranger in her line of sight is any indication…one.
*Previously published as single titles. Content has been revised for this version.