It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do him.
One night only. No promises, no regrets. He was rich, ripped, inked up, and gone in the morning. I didn’t even know his name. Not until I read it off the door on my first day at work.
See, I don’t do bad boys, I don’t do troublemakers and I sure as heck didn’t graduate college with a 3.9 GPA by screwing around.
I was never supposed to see him again, but now he’s my new boss, as sexy in a suit as he was between my sheets.
And my new stepbrother.
Having him was a slice of Heaven. Working for him could mean selling my soul. But if the devil looks like Declan Riordan, Hell might be worth the burn.
Bossy is a standalone novel with a happy ending and no cheating.
The poems that make up Lost in the Telling present a scene change from the southern gothic narratives of Williams’ previous collections. These surreal little poems, most of them looser in form, explore dreams (both the day and night variety) and those worlds in which they are set. The would-be rock and roller longing for his suburban home, for peace and quiet in the day-to-day. Or the middle-aged office worker reminiscing over his past life—its smoky, blurry late nights on the road, its backstages and broken-down vans, its overdriven guitars and hangover cures. But more than being just a journal of dreams (a well-mined theme for poets since time immemorial), Lost in the Telling strives to translate these hazy hallucinations, and then inform the reader/fellow traveler of what he or she has seen, and of just what might be waiting around the next highway bend.
Having found love five years ago, vulnerability and lack of control chased Jasmine off the battlefield leaving Santana to fight for them alone…
But when their younger siblings meet on the dance floor and start a war of their own;
How will Santana deal with his kid brother succeeding where he has failed? #resentfulmuch
An’how can Jasmine’s younger sister dive head first into a war she fled? #thatbitch
In 2014, where texts fly quicker than insults and hashtags are longer than sentences; the present war is simple #whencomparedtothepast
He’d lost his best friend…Logan Dorsey left the military and his job as an undercover detective, but he still couldn’t shake the nightmares that haunted him. The only thing that had ever silenced the horrors for the chiseled former Marine was the one woman that was untouchable for so many reason…She’d lost her husband…Emma Locke wrote romantic stories for a living despite the fact that her happily-ever-after had been taken away years ago. The gorgeous, blue-eyed, twenty-six year old widow and single mom had nothing in her life to connect her with the love and heat she needed to write about. Nothing to inspire that kind of passion…except the one man that was off limits.They say time heals all wounds, but can it also be enough to grow new love?*Each Hope Falls full-length novel can be read as a stand-alone**Intended for adults 18+