Wrongly terminated from her menial waitressing job? Check
Abruptly evicted from her run down apartment with prime views of the graffiti painted dumpster? Double check.
Thoroughly bedded by a smoking hot man with smooth moves and zero communication skills? Triple X check.
And it doesn’t end there. Estranged family members are showing up like bad pennies, her precious savings account has been wiped clean, and she may or may not have a stalker.
So what’s a desperate girl to do, but try her hand at love?
Retired Navy SEAL Beckett Smith doesn’t make mistakes.
Yes, he drinks his way to the bottom of a beer bottle or six, on one too many occasions.
Sure, he’s a well educated man who prefers to communicate at a level only slighter higher than your average poodle.
And yeah, he lost his legendary control and slept with his boss’s sister, stripping her of more than just her clothes before making a quick getaway.
Only it doesn’t end there. Isolation isn’t providing the peace he’s seeking, the boss he considers a friend is ready to hand him a beat down and a pink slip, and the girl he can’t stop thinking about is suddenly parked on his doorstep.
So what’s a jaded guy to do, but take a chance on love?
I’ve always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always mine. I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn’t a single night that I didn’t hear her voice.
You see, meeting the love of my life at age thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf at the age of twenty-one.
They both happened anyway.
Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting for my career.
Fighting the impending silence.
Fighting for her.
Every night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.
I think that’s the sound I’ll miss the most.
Each book in this series can be read as a standalone.
Funny, sexy, bright Milagro de Los Santos doesn’t quite fit in anywhere, but still manages to have fun in her haphazard city life of temp jobs, nightclubbing, and arty boyfriends. She writes political horror stories about zombies and hopes to be published. Then one night, at a book party for her pretentious ex-boyfriend, she meets Oswald, a fabulous man who tells her he’s interested in her writing. A mad kissing session leads to cut lips and an accidental exchange of blood.
Then for the first time in Milagro’s life, she becomes sick and develops strange cravings for raw meat. When her ex-boyfriend kidnaps her, accusing her of being a vampire, Oswald’s family comes to her rescue and hides her away to recover at their wine country estate.
The family thinks she’s a trashy gold-digger. She thinks they’re terrible snobs. Can they learn to tolerate one another long enough to defeat their mutual enemies and make it home for cocktail hour?