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  Franchesca  Frankie   Blake’s life is a carefully balanced single mom, rink-side bartender, and secret late-night skater with two left feet. Romance? Not on the schedule. Especially not with the cocky, dominant, too-hot-for-their-own-good beer league boys who practically live at the rink. At least, that’s what she tells herself—right up until a babysitter emergency drops her kids in the laps of Travis and Elliot. Travis is a rugged carpenter who smells like sawdust and sin. Elliot is a golden-retriever firefighter who blushes when he’s turned on. They’re best friends, which makes her off-limits. But stolen glances spark into heated kisses, secret phone calls, and one night that turns into three tangled bodies and dangerously tempting more. Now Frankie’s juggling bedtime stories, secret sleepovers, and two men who don’t know how to share—but aren’t willing to let her go. But someone else is watching. A stalker lurks in the shadows, leaving behind chilling reminders that ...

  They call me Emo Barbie. And they’re not far off, though I consider myself a little more alternative than that. I just so happen to do everything in six-inch heels and blood-red lipstick. I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I’ve never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on  Twisted Ink  and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams  good girl next door . And that’s exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent.  Pure. Everything I’d ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she’s linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple. Brody and Knox are the epitome of dark, brooding, alphaholes that ooze testosterone and scream bad boy in charge. They’re everything I’ve always competed with as a dominant lesbian. Yet when I see them with her, I’m fascinated. Drawn in and unable to walk away. So tell me why I was a no-strings-atta...

  My pretty little Storm didn’t want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity. Which was good, because my reputation wasn’t built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them. That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage. I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly. Because Olivia was keeping a secret when I found her that night. The leader of the Velvet Cage took more than just her freedom from her. He took away her consent. And the consequences were growing in her belly. But as my pretty little Storm recovered in my dark penthouse, I made a vow to her. I’d spend the rest of my days protecting her. Keeping her. Loving her,  and  her baby. However...

  Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about— tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. Oh, did I mention successful too? He swept me off my feet and right into his bedroom where he awakened things in me, I had only ever wrote about. He was the bad boy who rode a motorcycle, I was the good girl next door, yet together we were perfect. Or so I thought. When he invites his childhood best friends, Trey, and Parker, to stay with us, I realize right away there is more than meets the eye to their lifelong relationship. Dallin wants to share me. Amongst all three of them. But there’s more than that, because it turns out they like to share each other too. My Review I listened to the audio version of this book. The narrators Scott and Veronica both did really good jobs of narrating this book. Scott of voicing all of the guys, so that they all sounded different. I will tell you ...