Showing results for "Sarina Hart" in Contemporary

Stunned. That's the word when Peyton Brooks, my son's ex, shows up at my door in the middle of the night, asking for protection. Hell, I'm always stunned around her. She's something else—all smiles and curves in one hell of a confident package. Right up my alley. Problem is she's off-limits. Too young, too attractive, and way too much of my kid's ex. Now, she's not just a hottie; she's my job too. Someone offed her roommate, and now her life's in the crosshairs. That's why she came knocking on my door for help.

Serious relationships? Not my usual ride. As the Prez of the Steel Demons MC, my life has always been all about the thrill of the chase. But lately, those club bunny flings ain't cutting it. Deep down, I crave something more real, something with meaning. Then, outta nowhere, my past roars back. A night from five years ago, a hazy memory, and in a flash—a son I never knew about. This is how Ellie comes into my life, the game-changer. Her sister's vanished, and she's been raising my kid all by herself. The moment I lock eyes with Ellie, I'm hooked.

I never thought I'd look for a woman in a strip club until I laid eyes on her—a redhead with a story. Her eyes weren't just sad; they were screaming for a way out. I could tell she didn't belong there. She's definitely hiding secrets, wrapped in pain, and I couldn't look away. When I saw some sloshed goon getting handsy with her, refusing to take a hint, I knew I had to protect her. Reaching out to help her felt like the only decent thing to do. I offered her a place to stay and a lead on a new gig—but it wasn't just her. Her kid, Sophie, with those wide, scared eyes—they got to me.

What I meant to do: quietly divorce my lout of a husband and then have a child all on my own. What happens instead: my crush comes back to town when I’m at my most vulnerable. After too many cocktails, I ask him to be my baby’s father. In my defense, it’s been a rough couple of months. Seeing Matteo Rossi again after 14 years has done a number on my emotions. And my libido. In the morning, I’m hoping he’s forgotten the whole thing. But no such luck. In fact, Matteo has a few clarifying questions. And a few naughty ideas, too....

There's one rule you don't break—don't fall for your best friend's daughter. But I'm done playin' by the rules. One wrong text from Winter, and my control went up in flames. She's too young. Off-limits. Hands-off. But now she's all I want. That tight little body, those wide, innocent eyes—girl's makin' me lose my damn mind. I tried to let it ride, act like that message didn't set me off. But I ain't built for pretendin'. Now, her old man's screw-up put her in the crosshairs. They think they can use her to get to me? They got no clue who they're messin' with.

Becker James is having a spectacularly bad season. Once a top draft pick, he’s now riding the bench in the minors, one failed save away from being cut. The highlight of his week? A lonely hour on a barstool at Sports Balls, Denver’s queerest watering hole—and Forest, the bartender with flannel sleeves, a gruff voice, and a beard that stars in Beck’s dreams.

Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wisecracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were 18? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.

The dreamiest player on the Moo U hockey team hangs a flyer on the bulletin board, and I am spellbound: Rent a boyfriend for the holiday. For $25, I will be your Thanksgiving date. I will talk hockey with your dad. I will bring your mother flowers. I will be polite, and wear a nicely ironed shirt.... Now everyone knows it’s a bad idea to introduce your long-time crush to your messed-up family. But I really do need a date for Thanksgiving, even if I’m not willing to say why.

Katey ain't just any chick—she's my Army buddy's kid sister. Off-limits. But when she shows up runnin' from her psycho ex, there's only one way to lock her down—make her my old lady. One signature. One ring. One lie. Now, she's under club protection. No one's dumb enough to mess with a brother's wife. Should've been simple. No strings. No feelings. But late nights turn to heated touches. Pretend kisses start feelin' real. And suddenly, walkin' away ain't an option. She's hidin' somethin'. I see it in the way she flinches, won't meet my eyes.

One call from my club brother askin' me to help his kid sister, and I'm there in a flash. Harper ain't no kid anymore, but now, she's all I can think about. That sweet body, those innocent eyes—they're tearing down every wall I put up. She overheard somethin' she shouldn't have, and now she's in danger. Well, they don't know who they're messin' with. I'd die before I let 'em lay a hand on her. If I can get us both out of this alive, she'll be in my bed, right where she belongs. Some lines weren't meant to be crossed—but I'm about to erase 'em.