Showing results by publisher "Acelette Press" in Romance

The start-up gaming company I work for likes to push boundaries, including adult ratings, no limit on in-game partners, and some moderately graphic depictions of all the different ways to get down and dirty with two or more people. Given that I’m inching my way toward 40 and my experience in the bedroom is limited to a couple of less than attentive ex-boyfriends, I'm not sure I can pull off the realistic designs that are expected of me.

Hooking up with my brother's two best friends was a bad idea. But when the guy I've crushed on for ages stumbles on my stash of toys, and offers to teach me how much fun they are with a partner, there's no way I'm saying no.

I’ve been the responsible one my entire life, including raising a son by myself. With my boy growing up and moving out and me hitting my mid-forties, I’m looking toward all the things I missed out on in life. Hooking up with the hottie a decade younger than me, when I was halfway around the world in Italy, should’ve helped me scratch that let loose itch.

I love being single. I don’t answer to a significant other or any children, and I get to see the world on the company dime. Next stop? Milan. The longer than expected layover in New York is a bit of a bummer, but the night I spend with two strangers from my flight? H.A.W.T. I don’t know which I enjoy more—the way words roll off their tongues in their incredible Italian accents, or the way they use those tongues on me.

It's lonely at the top. I knew it would be when I clawed my way up here, trading away favors and any personal life to get to where I am today, the head of the hottest new video game company in the industry.

AnneCrunch time. Two words every game developer fears, and I’m living the horror of impossibly long work days, that bleed into weekends. The only upside is spending a lot of that time with my sexy-as-sin boss. I probably shouldn’t get physical him, but the need for stress relief is real, and so is the size of his...desk. Then word gets back to my best friend’s brother.

Colin Daniels is shallow, and proud of it. He only concerns himself with people who live up to his standards of beauty, and his best friend's new girlfriend is found lacking. Which wouldn't matter, if Colin didn't find her sexy despite his better judgment.

Raising twins by myself wasn’t the life I pictured, but the three of us have done pretty well together. They’re in their senior year of high school now, and I’m thinking maybe I can finally get back into the dating pool. Given that my late-husband was my high school sweetheart—my one and only—and it’s been more than twenty years, I have no idea where to start. Do I swipe right, speed date, or maybe just stand on a corner and shout forty and single, please date me?