Showing results by narrator "Elizabeth Hart" in All Categories

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of 24. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime. Cause of death: a text message. Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time - or the cell phone. Whatever.   

Gavin had believed himself untouchable. There wasn’t an inch of his body that hadn’t been taught to eliminate any threat, both to himself and others, as a Navy SEAL. Not only had he been trained to be a warrior, but a strategist who could accomplish any mission that he was given. Until the day he was blindsided by a brother with his own agenda and was forced to accept that everything he had believed in had been an illusion.

To most people, suburbia is synonymous with good school districts, manicured lawns, and friendly neighbors. But you can never really tell what's hiding behind those white picket fences and smiling faces. I mean, we all have secrets. The kid down the street steals lawn gnomes. The woman on the corner is having an affair. And me? I'm a murderer. At least...that's what everyone thinks. Because that's the other thing about the suburbs. Rumors spread like wildfire. Handsome detectives start poking around. Houses explode. You know...the usual.

Lucky had always led a life of service. He had always put his life on the line for someone else, managing to survive by pure luck and skill. After bringing an end to a multistate drug ring, he was finally able to live the life he had wanted as a Last Rider. A good man would walk away and not touch the curvy woman who had been tugging on his heartstrings. Lucky wasn't a good man.

I have lost my chance to claim a bride. No more females remain. They have all been taken by naga males that will kill to keep them. So, when I hear a female scream within my territory, I do not hesitate. I go after her, intending to claim her for my own and prove my strength. My worth. This is my chance. Except… she is not one of the human females I have come to know. She has just arrived. She is hurt, afraid, and fleeing from another male. But she does not want to be saved; she wants to fight.

I knew the rules. Never reveal my true identity. Play the game, give the illusion. Don't get close to the clients. The dark and glamorous lifestyle of the rich and shameless open my eyes to a lavish world of sin and wealth, and a man I can't have. A man I desperately want - James Riviera. We're treading a fine line as we live the ultimate double life until we make a startling discovery that tests both our loyalties. I only had to follow the rules, but rules are meant to be broken.

I've spent a lot of years as a hit-it-and-quit-it player only seeking a good time. As Vice President of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club, willing women are never in short supply. I never needed any of them for long. Until I met her. My perfect woman. Like a mermaid, she was beautiful, smart, and hard to hold onto. I thought I'd convinced her we'd be good together long-term, but then she disappeared without a word. Almost three years. That's how long it's been since I saw her.

Beware of what you wish for; it might just come true. Train swore never to let a woman get under his skin unless it meant forever, and forever only meant belonging to the Last Riders. He had believed his one brief sexual encounter with Killyama was a "hit it and quit it". Instead her green eyes haunted his memories.

Revenge is a seven-letter word that isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s a word for those who have been wronged. Jo Turner has been waiting five, long years to finally turn revenge into vengeance. Using Rider, the pretty-faced manwhore, is simply the price she is willing to pay to satiate her desire for revenge. Little does she know, she makes herself a target from the one thing Rider has sworn to give his life to protect - The Last Riders.

With her by my side, my reign is complete. Until one uncovered truth shines a light on the throne of lies I've been sitting on for years. A revelation with the power to test the bonds of brotherhood like never before. My ruthless obsession to protect what's mine burns hotter than ever. Promises I've made to my brothers I burn to keep. Vows made to my wife I swear to honor. Through the web of tangled loyalties, one thing remains clear. Hope is embedded in my soul.

I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too f - king stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting - no, damn near demanding - I protect her.

A social experiment (a scary but exciting concept): marry a total stranger, live together for six months, and journal everything. Feelings. Fights. All of it. After six months, we each get $50,000 in exchange for our journals, whether we stay married or not. But the goal is to commit to the experience and see if the relationship experts could put together the perfect matches. I have never been lucky in love. This was my chance to find my soulmate. I couldn't wait to meet the man the experts felt was perfect for me.

Winter Simmons received the surprise of her life when she discovered that the man she had been dating for the last two years was actually Viper, president of The Last Riders. A high school principal, Winter has no intention of ruining her reputation in the community to be with a man who betrayed her trust. Unforgiving, she turns her back on him.Determined to find his brother's killer, Loker James kept his identity as president of The Last Riders a secret from Winter.

Uninhibited. Sarcastic. Confident. Beautiful. With a thriving photography career that allows her to travel all over the world and capture the hottest of men behind her camera lens, Cassie Phillips is the woman who can't be tamed. Adrenaline junkie. Jokester. Billionaire. Hot as sin. At six-foot-five, with muscles for days and that perfect, playful smile, Thatcher Kelly is the kind of man you don't want to deny. Wild for wild. Prank for prank. The two most unlikely of people may be the only ones to see that some personality traits only run skin deep.

Players gonna play, but can a wild, untamable, alpha billionaire player fall in love? This collection includes Banking the Billionaire, Banking Her, and Crazy Fluffing Love.

Hadley was on the run, seeking safety from a man she once vowed to love forever. Becoming a club girl for the Brothers by Blood MC guaranteed her protection, and at the same time, allowed her to embrace her sexuality with no judgments or guilt. Only things weren't as simple as she'd anticipated. She never expected Leo and his curly haired daughter to steal her heart, and for emotions to come into play. Could she risk her life on the chance he might feel the same?

Bouncing from bed to bed on the Upper East Side, Kingsley Edge is brilliant, beautiful, and utterly debauched. No carnal act or chemical compound can relieve his self-destructive apathy - only Søren, the one person he loves without limit or regret. He plans to open the ultimate BDSM club: a dungeon playground for New York's A-list that'll change the scene forever. The club becomes Kingsley's obsession - and he's enlisted some tough-as-nails help.

Walking into Jake's bachelor party to see my professor motorboating a stripper was awkward. It wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't completely hot for the guy. I had been since I first walked into that feline anatomy class and saw him performing chest compressions on a Persian cat named Andrew. So, as I sat in that strip club and knocked back my third tequila, I started thinking...I should make a move on him. When our eyes locked over the busty, blonde stripper who was gyrating against me and he smiled, it was all the encouragement I needed. I have no idea what happened next.

One woman on a world tour with her five rockstar soulmates. She's the moon, and they are her stars. The whole world seems to shine a little brighter when they're together, carrying them through Ireland, England, Japan, Australia, and back to the city of Seattle to start their real lives together. 

What do you do when the love of your life forgets? Not the good times. Not the love. Not the passion. But the pain and heartbreak and betrayal. He doesn't remember that he broke my heart. But I do. He doesn't remember the darkest parts of our marriage. He doesn't remember that six months ago, I said goodbye. What do you do when the love of your life remembers your marriage but not your divorce?