Books by T Gephart

Jared Leighton-Presley, I screwed up, I''m sorry. You were vulnerable and I was supposed to be the good guy. Last thing I ever wanted to do was betray your trust, or worse, hurt you. I should never have even kissed you, let alone . . . yeah, well we both know how that ended. You''re my best friend''s sister for Christ''s sake, what was I even thinking? Clearly, I wasn''t. I''m so mad at myself, I want to break my own legs, save Tibbs the trouble. So yeah, I know this isn''t much of an apology, but I needed to make sure you''re okay. Let me know things are still cool between us or at least, what I can do to make it up to you. And it''s probably for the best if we keep this between just us. I swear on my mother, I''ll never touch you again.  Presley Tibbs-Leighton, not sure who you thought you were with last night, but it wasn''t some vulnerable little girl who needs protecting. I assumed that was pretty clear when I took you to MY bed. Don''t pretend that last night wasn''t exactly what we both wanted. We''ve been flirting with each other for years, and I finally got tired of playing games. As for my brother, he doesn''t and will never have a say in who I invite into my life or body-not his business. But if you''re scared that''s your hang up not mine. So save your apology, and your good intentions, and don''t treat me like I''m a woman who didn''t know what she was doing. Oh, and tell your mother I said hi.

A note, a pair of panties and a date. When Quinn's efforts to set up her best friend go awry, she finds herself with a crazy blind date. Could the mystery man be her soul mate? Nothing like an adventure, and at the very least, she was going to have some fun with it.

A one-night-stand and fake wedding in Vegas come back to haunt Sarah when her "husband" turns up at as competition to the promotion she's going for at work. The stakes were going to be high, especially after feelings got involved.

The ending of an unhealthy relationship leaves Lexi Reed damaged, broken and alone. Fighting against self-doubt and an unsupportive family she runs away to Europe in an effort to not only heal but to discover who she is.Settling in Rome had never been the plan but when the opportunity presented itself Lexi rolled with the punches. Lexi doesn't believe in a happily-ever-after, instead she enjoys the spoils of the majestic city and the many men that crossed her path, vowing to never again give away her heart.When Lexi flirts with Riccardo Cassius, a good-looking stranger, she has no idea that he is the youngest son of one of the wealthiest and most influential families in all of Rome. The knowledge that he was "off-limits" inciting her desire for him further. Just one night, that's all she asked. What Lexi hadn't counted on was Riccardo's unwillingness to let her walk away.Rebelling against his conservative upper class family and the crazy relationship rules she has imposed, Riccardo fights to keep Lexi in his life and defy the odds. How far will each of them go? Will Lexi allow Riccardo into her heart or is she destined to break his?Lexi is a standalone novella in the Lexi Series. The prequel to A Twist of Fate, it delves into Lexi's past and explores how she evolved into the impulsive, feisty woman who doesn't allow other's ideals to define her.

Kitty was not only beautiful but also incredibly intelligent-except when it came to relationships. It seemed if a guy was a loser, corrupt, deadbeat or unavailable, she was completely and utterly attracted to him. She definitely had a "type," and all of them had been one bad decision after another.Dallas had trouble of his own. Finding women wasn't a problem-he could charm the pants off almost anyone-but most of those "pantless" women ended up being a few bananas short of a fruit basket. Not always the best candidates for his sex-without-strings philosophy. He was one date away from ending up a 60 Minutes special.While both of them were at the top of their game professionally-she a high-powered executive assistant, and he one of the best tattooists in the city-their personal lives had become a dumpster fire.No one in their right mind would have suggested they join forces to help each other wade through the crazy. Surely that was a recipe for disaster? But without reason, logic or even sanity on their side, they decided to do it anyway.It was a hot mess primed for a head-on collision.

It was easy to fall in love with a Larsson—seriously who could resist any one of those boys? And while each them had taken turns featuring as Maya’s adolescent crush, there was only one of them who had been her best friend. Alex Larsson.She’d loved him the most, convinced they’d be friends forever. Which might have happened if Maya’s father hadn’t been a shady criminal with a mistress on the side. Banished from L.A. meant leaving her old life behind, forgetting those perfect Larsson boys andher best friend. And forget about all of them she did. Well, up until her fancy law degree landed her an awesome job back in the city she’d once called home. And boy was she glad to be home.Oh, and her old BFF? Not only had Alex Larsson gotten a fancy law degree of his own, but he’d turned into the hottest man she’d ever seen. And what she wanted now couldn’t be further from friendshipif she tried.Did she risk tainting the memory of the purest, most amazing relationship of her life for the “possibility” of more?Yeah, some things are worth the risk. And Alex Larsson, was one of them.

Tia Monroe was smart, sassy and successful. Sure, she could get a little crazy at times-life around Tia was never boring-but that was part of her appeal. And while she didn't see herself as 'classically beautiful', she had no shortage of options in the boyfriend department. She just hadn't found one who held her interest.Until she laid eyes on Eric Larsson, and then it was lust at first sight. He packed the perfect mix of smoldering sexy and unapologetic cool into his blond-haired, blue-eyed, ridiculously hot six-foot-four frame. One smile from him was enough to twist her insides, making her girlie bits tingle in the most delicious way. But it wasn't just his looks, he was smart and funny-charming in the most a-dork-able way.The only problem was . . . Tia had never actually met him.Eric Larsson was one of Hollywood's hottest movie stars, rising to the top of his game and leaving a trail of disintegrated panties in his wake. Tia's were no exception-but she wasn't delusional. Love, marriage and happily-ever-after were not part of her fantasy; she just wanted to meet him. Just one time. Onetime. Confident that just seeinghim in the flesh would get him out of her system.So, with her resolve steeled, Tia set off on a quest to make it happen while avoiding her mug shot being splayed across the five o'clock news.The journey no doubt will make for one hell of a story.

Lila Callan had an unconventional upbringing-unavoidable when your mother owns a brothel. But while she'd inherited some of her parents' 'wacky and offbeat', she was also strong, independent and incredibly intelligent. The fact she was tall, beautiful and blond was a bonus she never really cared to exploit. She wasn't uptight; it's just that long term was more her thing, with zero interest in one-night stands. Until she met Ryan York and then she isn't so sure. Blindingly good looking.Insane body.Infectious sense of humor.And charm for days. Ryan York was movie star material. Except that he wasn't. He'd turned his back on the idea of hitting the big time, more content with being Eric Larsson's-his best friend who was a movie star-right-hand man. Despite his laid-back persona, he was a guy who could get stuff done. And women lined up to be done by Ryan. He did not have a problem with that. Not. At. All.Except his magical panty dropping powers didn't seem to extend to the lovely Lila. And she wasn't sure if she was going to teach the #1 player a new game, or find one herself. One way or another, they were both getting naked.

"No passion, no emotion, no originality-a train wreck of epic portions."Those were the words to describe Eve Thorton's exhibition. Not even a fine arts degree from Yale or her daddy's bank account could save her from the scathing reviews. And failure was a word Eve would never be comfortable with. Not even close.Plotting the demise of every critic who'd written her off was her first instinct. But that would come later. Instead, she would show them that she wasn't a bored socialite with more money than talent.She would prove everyone wrong, and she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. But when her journey for redemption crashed headfirst into Josh Logan, the sexy, talented tattooist from Queens, getting her hands dirtytook on a whole new meaning.Josh was everything Eve wasn't, translating on skin what she couldn't onto her canvas. All she had to do was convince him to share his jaw-dropping brilliance, and help her-seeing him naked-a bonus. Then she could go back to her regular life, vindicated.It should have been easy. Pity her plans had a habit of derailing.

Landing a writing gig in Hollywood was just as difficult as becoming an actor, and something Claire Becker had learned the hard way.Sure, she didn't have to conform to ridiculous beauty standards and give up her love for raw cookie dough, but the sting of rejection burned all the same. The only things that kept her sane were her two amazing roommates and her guilty pleasure-writing fan-fiction. Getting lost in her own world, she'd forget that she had yet to land her dream job, and instead spent time with her dream man-Nick Larsson. Well, at least in the literary sense. Too bad he wasn't awareoran active participant-her fictional love life, outstanding.Tall, good-looking and sexy beyond comprehension, Nick Larsson not only had a famous last name-and four equally smoldering brothers-but was talented beyond belief. A star on the rise with a critically acclaimed series, his body and face were what fantasy scripts-and dreams-were made of. Made for some pretty steamy writing opportunities too.And yes, it was probably "wrong" for Claire to objectify him, but it wasn't like anyone knew about it. Just her, and her two amazing, supportive roommates. Or at least they wereamazing and supportive, and bound to be missed after Claire killed them. In a moment of unexplained insanity, one of them -or both, each as bad as the other-sent her latest installments to the man himself.Cue panic of epic proportions. All Claire needed to do was sneak into his apartment and retrieve the misappropriated story before Nick, or anyone else, read it and mistook her for a creepy stalker. Although, breaking and entering probably wouldn't convince anyone to the contrary either.Claire was going to get the best material of her life, orend up with a restraining order. Either way, the story was getting a hell of lot more interesting.

Working in Hollywood meant Jessica Dawson was used to lying. As an assistant to one of the biggest agents in town, biting her tongue and spewing out sugarcoated untruths were an almost daily occurrence. But fabricating alternate realities never spilled into her personal life, until three months ago when she told the biggest lie of all.While her dear gran lay on her deathbed, Jessica mentioned she’d met her soul mate. It had been Gran’s last wish to see all her grandkids settled down before she went to see Jesus. And as the only one still single, Jessica didn’t have the heart to disappoint her.No one expected Gran to make a miraculous recovery.Now, Gran was expecting to meet Jessica’s perfect man at her cousin’s wedding, which meant she needed to find a perfectman fast. Hiring a professional was the only solution.Enter Dave Larsson, younger brother to one of Hollywood’s elite.Sexy, funny and just as smoldering hot as his super-famous sibling—he had talent and charm to spare. But most importantly, he was affordable and available.All she needed to do was haul Dave home, have him meet Gran and the family, then shortly after the wedding, “break up” with him.It was either that, or admit to her #1 Lie.Only thing she didn’t plan on was the bigger lie she would need to tell herself when it was time to let him go.

Lauren Harper wanted four things.Respect. Success.Happiness.And to annihilate Roman Pierce.Sure, he was a smooth, smart and sexy attorney who made the senior partners at their law firm cream their pants. But he was also an annoying cocky jerk who she’d been competing with since they had both been hired over a year ago.And Lauren didn’t care how amazinghis smile was or how hothis body was underneath that suit—the firm-sponsored fun run had a lot to answer for—he was a ruthless, ambitious prick who would stop at nothing to climb the corporate ladder. He’d even climb over hergiven half the chance. Sadly, she’d probably enjoy that. No. That wasn’t what she was supposed to be thinking. She did not want him climbing over or under her, or doing anything else to her. He was the enemy. Destroying him was the only option.Wiping that smug, beautiful grin off his gorgeous, obnoxious face, a bonus.Now, if she could just keep her objective in check and obliterate him before he did the same to her.