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SIMPLY SINFUL
He’s not the man she thought he was.
But when danger lurks, he’s the man she needs.
Any rookie on the force could verify if Charmed! is a legit etiquette school for businessmen, or…something else. But coming off a wrenching drug bust, Detective Kane McDermott’s captain gave him a choice. Take the fluff case, or take enforced time off.
The moment Kane meets Kayla Luck, he’s in trouble. She’s fierce, keen-eyed intelligence in a body built for sin. And when they touch, the jolt of desire reminds him it’s never wise to mix police work with pleasure.
Kayla is used to handling men who are more focused on her curves than her mind. But when her newest client arrives for lessons in foreign language and business etiquette, she’s the one who can’t tear her eyes off all those muscles wrapped in a sexy, double-breasted suit.
Dinner out leads to a hot night in bed, and Kayla falls hard and fast. Until she learns the business suit hides a badge, and she calls it quits. But Kane’s already lost his heart—and discovered she’s in danger. And if he can’t convince her she’s safe with him, he’ll lose the woman he loves.
SIMPLY SCANDALOUS
He runs in high society circles…and he’s running circles around her heart.
In retrospect, it was all Gran’s fault. Logan Montgomery has found his niche as an assistant district attorney. But Gran just revealed some worrying intel—dear old dad and his political cronies are about to maneuver him into running for mayor.
But Gran has a plan. A pre-emptive strike involving a pretty blonde caterer with supple curves—and a family history literally dripping with scandal. There’s just one flaw in his grandmother’s scheme: Logan’s not a player. And there’s a delicious spark of attraction that makes him want to try for something special with Catherine Luck.
It’s a mystery to Catherine why Logan, who sits at the very top of the social ladder, would even look twice at someone like her. Maybe he has a thing for disgraced, overworked caterers. But his gentle concern, delivered in that velvety chocolate voice, can’t be real and Cat knows better than to mix business with pleasure.
Raw desire and genuine affection unexpectedly tip them into forbidden territory—love. Until Catherine gets a stark reminder that the Montgomerys never do anything without an ulterior motive.
Which means Catherine’s luck in love is about to run out…
SIMPLY SENSUAL
Do the job. Take the money and run. Until, in a flash, love changes everything.
In retrospect, Ben Callahan should have known this job was trouble.
Way more than his normal P.I. fee and unlimited expenses, just to watch over one woman and report back? Alarm bells should have sent him running back to New York. But with his Mom needing assisted living care, Ben takes Emma Montgomery’s tempting offer to watch over her granddaughter.
Then he meets Grace, a golden-haired princess. Gifted, gorgeous, reckless. And a serious threat to his sanity as well as his libido.
Determined to prove she can support herself with her camera, Grace Montgomery hasn’t touched her trust fund in months. It’s a struggle, but she’s free—free of stifling small-town society, free to do what she wants. And right now, she wants to explore her long-repressed sexuality with her hot new neighbor.
As Grace sheds her inhibitions faster than a high-speed shutter, Ben finds himself breaking his own rules for a woman full of unexpected secrets and thousand-watt sensuality. But when Grace discovers who’s signing Ben’s paycheck, her heart could be too broken for his love to repair.
BODY HEAT
NYC summer days are hot. Nights are even hotter…
Not much has stirred Detective Jake Lowell’s interest since a perp put a bullet in his shoulder, killed his partner, then walked on a technicality. Until a sexy waitress at a tiny neighborhood café catches his eye.
Physical therapy is the last thing on Jake’s want-to-do list, but he needs it to get back on the street and track down the killer. But what’s a guy to do when he meets his new PT—and it’s his smoking hot café angel?
Working two jobs, Brianne Nelson never expected to do more than fantasize about Mr. Tall, Tanned & Gorgeous. But when her new private PT client turns out to be the man who fuels her fantasies, she realizes she’s going to be seeing a lot more of him—in the flesh—than she bargained for.
It’s not long before skin-on-skin contact turns into a hot summer fling. But the killer Jake is after isn’t going down without a fight and more than their hearts could get caught in the crossfire…
SIMPLY SEXY
It all started with a not-so-innocent sprig of mistletoe…
In retrospect, Rina Lowell should have known that Emma Montgomery’s mistletoe was a matchmaking ploy.
Rina is new to Ashford, to her newspaper job, to her whole life. And she can’t wait to write “Hot Stuff”, a series of columns that will definitively pin down what men really want.
When Emma maneuvers her under that pesky sprig of evergreen with Ashford’s prodigal son, Rina can’t resist the chance to plant one on that dark-haired, blue-eyed man’s sensual mouth. She never expected that kiss to go down like a shot of fine tequila. The man is perfect for her, or so she thinks.
When his adoptive father Joe falls ill, globetrotting news reporter Colin Lyons doesn’t hesitate to drop everything to fly home and take over Joe’s baby, the Ashford Times. Which, Colin discovers, is veering away from hard news to sexy, smutty fluff. Something he can’t let happen.
He’s only got until New Year’s to save this sinking ship, and to do that, he needs an ally. Rina, with her sparkling brown eyes and frumpy clothes that make his fingers itch to discover what’s underneath, is the perfect target to help him. Even if it means the job she loves will be cut in the end.
He never expected one kiss to take his simple plan to save the Times and tie it into impossible knots… and possibly cost him the woman he loves.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
He nodded and offered an awkward smile. “Charmed?” He held out his hand, then seemed to reconsider, then changed his mind again and shoved his hand forward, nearly hitting her in the chest.
She tipped her head to the side, stunned by his awkward manner. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
He laughed aloud, a sexy, rumbling sound that vibrated inside her. A confident sound at odds with the inept handshake he’d offered. “No, I meant the sign outside said Charmed! so I assume I have the right place.” The voice was every bit as sexy as the man.
A renewed surge of warmth trickled through her veins, slow and easy, like warm molasses. She liked the feeling. “That you do. I’m Kayla Luck, the owner.”
She shook his outstretched hand.
His touch was strong and self-assured, so unlike the weak handshake of the men she’d met at the accounting firm where she used to work.
“Glad to meet you, Ms. Luck.” And he began pumping her hand too eagerly. “Or is it Mrs.?” He paused a beat. “I really should have asked; I mean, I have no right to jump to conclusions and insult a lady…”
Unable to comprehend his sudden rambling, she interrupted him. “It’s Ms. or Miss. Your choice.” She eased her hand out of his grip before he yanked her arm out of its socket.
The rough edges of his skin brushed against hers. Despite all logic, she enjoyed the lingering caress.
“No Mrs.,” he mused. “Must be my lucky day.” He shook his head and laughed. “That was pathetic. You must hear jokes like that all the time.”
“Too often. What can I…” Kayla caught her slip. “I mean, what can Charmed! do for you, Mr.…?”
“McDermott. Kane McDermott.”
“Are you here for the wine-tasting class, Mr. McDermott? Because it’s been canceled.”
He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “I can see why. It’s a damn furnace in here.”
“Actually it is the furnace.”
“Which explains why you’ve stripped for summer before the start of the season.” All traces of awkwardness gone, his smoky gaze fell on the silk shell that clung to her skin.
Embarrassment nearly suffocated her. She started to cross her arms and stopped, realizing she’d only made an uncomfortable situation worse. Bold admiration lit his chiseled features, the frank look at her breasts common to most men she came in contact with. Throughout her twenty-five years, she’d grown to both know and hate that stark, assessing look. Yet somehow, with his velvet stare now raised and boring into hers, she couldn’t take offense.
Even so, she couldn’t possibly be interested in a stranger with too many inconsistencies in his character. Awkward one minute, self-assured the next, Kayla couldn’t help but wonder who he was.
And what he wanted.
She brazenly looked him over. He might have been prepared to walk into a photo shoot instead of her place of business. His dark hair was full, the bottom curling around his collar. The cut was longer than most nine-to-fivers preferred and added a dangerous edge to his appearance. The hard look in his eyes seemed to verify that impression. The perfectly sculpted features were at odds with the man inside. Mr. Kane McDermott had been around life’s many corners more than a few times.
He wasn’t the ordinary man who frequented her aunt and uncle’s establishment. Her establishment, she reminded herself. The man was a paying customer, and that meant she had to quit dissecting him and get down to business.
“Can I get you a cold drink?” she asked. She had bottles of water in the office refrigerator.
He leaned against the wall, one shoulder propped against the scarred wooden paneling. His potent gaze never strayed from hers. “How about I buy you a drink?” he asked in that seductive voice. “I mean…oh, hell. I can’t pull this off.”
“Pull what off? What’s going on?”
“I can’t pretend I’m a guy who can’t get his own woman and needs lessons in how to approach a pretty female.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You think that’s the service we offer?”
“‘Let her be Charmed!’?” he asked, repeating her aunt’s company slogan. “It was on the website my friend directed me to.”
“I see. Well, we’ve advanced beyond those days. Not that we can’t offer basic etiquette lessons if you need them, but…” His words suddenly penetrated her brain. “What do you mean you can’t pull this off? That you can’t pretendyou’re a geek in need of training?” she asked warily. She’d wondered about his agenda and it wasn’t like her to be sidetracked by a hot guy—which made this one all the more dangerous.
“A friend of mine sent me here. He attended one of your dance classes last year. Your name is too unique for me to be mistaken.”
She narrowed her gaze. “What’s your friend’s name?” Kayla asked.
“John Fredericks. Says he nearly flunked out of Ballroom Dancing.”
She remembered the lessons her aunt had insisted they offer and the man Kane had mentioned. “That’s because he had two left feet and was preoccupied with landing a date for New Year’s Eve.” She couldn’t see that good-natured but shy man as a friend of Kane McDermott’s, but apparently appearances were deceiving. If John and Kane were friends, Kane had just handed her a reference she could trust. “How is John?” she asked.
“His company sent him overseas. He said to ask your aunt for tips on dating French women,” Kane said with a grin. “For the next time he calls.”
Kayla felt a pang of regret. “She’d have been glad to give him advice. She liked John, too.”
“What happened?” Kane asked, his tone now soft. He’d obviously picked up on her past tense mention of her aunt.
“She and my uncle were killed a couple of months ago.”
“Together?” he asked, clearly surprised.
“Yes.” Tears stung behind her eyes, as they did each time she had to speak of the accident and the aunt with whom she’d had so much in common. They shared an above-average IQ as well as a special relationship, due in large part to the fact that her aunt understood the oddity of being too smart.
Kayla shook off the memories and focused on her visitor. “The police said they skidded in the rain and hit a tree.”
“I’m sorry, that must have been rough.”
She nodded. “I didn’t know my uncle well. They’d only been married a little over a year, but at least he made her happy before she—” Kayla stopped, realizing she was confiding in a total stranger.
“I’m really sorry.” He paused. “John will be sorry, too.”
“Thank you.” She lowered her gaze before meeting his stare once more. “But my aunt being gone doesn’t change the facts.”
He propped a hip against the nearby desk. “Which are?”
“You came in here pretending to be something you’re not.”
With my hand on her back, I steered Kayla out of Fenway Park and into the dimly lit Boston streets. Under ordinary circumstances, I’d call the date a hit, but she was no ordinary woman, any more than she was my real date—a fact I had to keep telling myself.
As we turned the next corner and walked down a street nestled between a double row of buildings, a heavy breeze whipped around us, and the temperature seemed to drop even further. I rubbed my hands together. “I’d kill for a…”
“Cup of hot chocolate covered with whipped cream,” she said, finishing my sentence but not the way I’d intended. Scotch or whiskey was what I’d had in mind. Something that burned like hell and shocked my system into remembering I was on assignment and not out with an intelligent, sexy woman. One I wanted to see again and not behind prison walls. And that wouldn’t be happening.
I needed solid proof to take back to headquarters. Time to make my move and get out. We’d both be better off.
I’d gotten nowhere with subtle questioning earlier, which meant I’d have to take a more direct, seductive approach. I dreaded the idea as much as my overheated body craved it. Not even the sharp wind biting at my face and reaching into my bones numbed the burning heat Kayla aroused inside me.
“I was thinking more along the lines of coffee,” I muttered. “But anything hot will do.”
“No kidding.” She nodded in agreement and clutched at her forearms with her hands. She was obviously cold but had no intention of voicing a complaint. Definitely a woman after my own heart. No, not my heart. I’d walled that off years ago. I’d learned early on if I made anything other than my job my priority, I risked losing focus.
As a self-reliant kid, I’d honed the instincts that kept me alive. I’d only asked my uncle for a place to crash to avoid social services and foster care. And the man had agreed as long as I made myself scarce. Basic survival was what I understood best. Sex fell under that heading; caring did not.
But I had a job to do. Time to stop stalling.
She was cold? The least I could do was warm her up. I looked over, and my gaze connected with hers. Wide-set eyes stared back, and golden strands of windblown hair touched her reddened cheeks. Intense need kicked in strong. I had to taste her. That it might make or break my case had nothing to do with my fierce hunger. I cupped my hands over hers, feeling the ice-cold of her skin, and I drew her back into a hidden alley.
The crowds rushed past us, unconcerned with anything except finding warmth. I understood that need. I ran my hands up and down her arms, and a light tremor shook her.
One step, and I’d backed her against a dark brick building. Desire rushed through me the moment my body came into contact with hers.
“Kane?”
I looked into her questioning eyes but had no answers. None I could reveal to her and, worse, none I understood myself. Which suited me fine. I didn’t need to understand; I needed to feel. Her lips on mine, her body, slick and wet, molding around my cock, producing friction so intense it was unbearable. Not that I’d let things get that far or—if the informant was right—she wouldn’t. Not without payment.
But looking into those trusting eyes, I damn well knew if she called a stop tonight, it would have nothing to do with money. She was no prostitute, but I needed proof, and to get it, I had to carry things through. One sampling of those full lips and I could attempt to close the deal. Once she backed off, I’d make some excuse and take her home. A cold shower, and then I’d file my report and forget all about her.
I tightened my grip on her arms. She didn’t protest, not when I pulled her toward me and not when my lips came down hard on hers. Her mouth was warm and welcoming, and a hint of sweet wine still lingered inside. One taste made me hungry for more than a stolen kiss in a back alley. One sampling set my blood on fire.
The brick wall anchored us, and I took advantage, letting my hips grind hard against hers. A sound, half moan, half plea, escaped her throat, and desire consumed me.
She leaned her head back against the wall, drawing deep, unsteady breaths. I cupped her chin in my hand and looked into her glazed, green eyes. I wanted her. There it was. The stark truth. No lies, no deception, no case hanging between us…unless something she did placed it there.
I’d crossed the line, and there was no turning back.
I’d never have believed I’d be so tempted to compromise my principles for a woman, never have believed I needed one night so badly. She aroused me beyond sanity, beyond reason, and I needed to possess her, all of her.
I traced the line of her jaw, then held her face between my palms. “I want you.” My voice rasped in her ear, the words vibrating between us.
Her hands reached for my chest, curling into fists against the heavy jacket. “Why?”
Of all possible replies, that one took me by surprise. So did the fact that I knew exactly what to say. “Not because you’re beautiful, even though you are.”
Her cheeks turned a shade deeper than before, and I brushed my thumb over her reddened skin. “And not because your body would tempt a saint, even though it would.” My other hand brushed the underside of her breast, tracing the rounded, full contours hidden beneath the layers of clothes.
She tipped her head to the side. Her face fit perfectly in my hand. “Then why?” she asked.
“Because you’re smart and I respect that, because you’re gutsy and I admire that.” Her eyes sparkled, glowing with a life of their own at each word he spoke.
I shook my head. I must be crazy, taking everything I’d learned about her in order to make my case and using it to make her mine instead.
One night. With every second that passed, I needed that more and more. The light in her eyes, the…acceptance, I thought, struggling for the correct word. I needed everything she possessed. After taking it, I’d deal with how badly I’d betrayed both my job and myself.
“I had fun with you tonight, and everything about you intrigues me. Enough?” I asked too harshly.
A satisfied smile caught hold of her lips. I wanted a taste of that satisfaction but refrained for now. “More than enough.” Her arms slipped around my waist.
“I take it that’s a yes.” My heart beat faster at the thought.
“That’s a yes…for the right price,” she said coyly.
I froze in place, then forced a smile. I’d taken her out tonight to bait and trap her. I’d gotten temporarily distracted by a rush of hormones, but I was about to get what I came for.
Find out what happens next in Simply Sinful!
Emma Montgomery wants to see all her grandchildren happily married.
And she’s not above manipulating some creative introductions. These classic sexy romances travel from New York City to the hometown of Ashford, but they all feature Carly’s trademark family-centric cast of characters, and each story will reveal a secret that could make or break a relationship.
This Series Narrated by: Mia Madison
Listen to the full series if you love:
- Police/Cop
- Romantic Suspense
- Opposites Attract
- Bodyguards
- Disguise/Pretend
- Forbidden Love
- Small Town
- Blue Collar
- Workplace Romance
- Holiday Romance
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AUDIOBOOKS INCLUDED IN BUNDLE
- Simply Sinful — Kane & Kayla
- Simply Scandalous — Logan & Catherine
- Simply Sensual — Ben & Grace
- Body Heat — Jake & Brianne
- Simply Sexy — Colin & Rina
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