Note: Short Read. Perfect short story for readers wanting a quick, steamy fix.
She began dating, work was going well and she had a mentor who had taken her under his wing. Her future was bright and going according to plan, until Asher Reynolds walked into her world.
Gorgeous, brilliant and extremely wealthy, Ash wasn’t your normal tech geek turned billionaire. He lived simply, did most things for himself and guarded his privacy above all else.
What secret was he hiding? And why was he lying to her?
Everything goes according to plan. Then Mia gets in a bind, and Caleb Simmons comes to her rescue.
A billionaire with a mysterious history of his own, Caleb is sexy, kind, and way out of Mia’s league - or so she thinks. They share one amazing night together that unexpectedly turns into so much more.
Even though Caleb knows Mia is hiding something from him, he offers her shelter and safety. He’s determined to protect her at all costs, even though he doesn’t know who or what he’s protecting her from.
When Mia’s dirty little secrets come to light, she and Caleb show each other what it means to do anything for love.
Dirty Little Secrets is a stand alone story - no cliffhangers - and the first book in the Dirty Little Series.
He's a criminal.
And he's her boss.
Lacking enough evidence to go the police and not enough money in her bank account to quit on a moral basis, Lori Briggs is stuck, and it's quite clear that her boss, the criminal mastermind, intends to start mixing business with pleasure.
Michael Devereaux will do anything to protect his family's interests--even if it means posing as a criminal for an undercover FBI operation. He's got to keep Lori close, and his enemies closer. But when the intimacy with Lori deepens, Michael must decide what's more important: his family or his heart?
The only thing on my mind was getting this paper and a rapidly decreasing mug of coffee from spilling so much of it up to my new boss as fast as my legs would take me. I was not doing very well on my first day.
Pulling the door to the office open, wrinkling the paper a little in the process, I abruptly stopped. The light inside the office was so dim that it was hard to see, and I didn’t want to run into anything. I had to stand still as the door closed behind me and wait for my eyes to adjust.
I jumped at the voice, which came from the direction of the light on the desk, and peered over there. I should’ve been able to see him by now, my eyes having gotten used to the dimness, but I didn’t see anyone.
“I have…your, um…”
That sharp command made me want to do the opposite of speaking; it made me want to disappear forever.
Then the chair spun around, and I wasn’t quick enough to stifle a gasp. The naked light bulb on the lamp, which had revealed the contents of this office to me, revealed equally the occupant of the room.
His face cast in sharp relief, equally in shadow and light, was hideously disfigured by a twisting scar that traveled from his temple, past his cheek, across his mouth — splitting the bottom lip — and on down his chin and neck, vanishing beneath the collar of his shirt.
My name is Beauty, and I just met the Beast...