The Bad Boy Trilogy

Three Firesparking Standalones by a USA Today Bestselling Author Spy Thy Neighbor: I flew across the country with one goal in my mind.... finish my book.... and perhaps lick the wounds of my shredded heart. My editor was screaming for the first draft, my agent was nagging for teasers, and my publisher was reminding me that my strict deadline was only weeks away. However, there was a dilemma: I had writer's block. Not a little spanner thrown into the works writer's block. Writers. Block. Just as I was about to call in defeat, I spotted him. The bearded, tattooed man who lives in the glasshouse next door. He was in a venereal, lust-filled twist with a pretty blonde who had buxom bosoms and legs that went for miles. I should have looked away. I should have respected his privacy. I should NOT have taken detailed dot points on his impressive technique, well-carved physique, and droplets of sweat running down his tattooed torso. However, each precise thrust of his hips had words flowing quicker than I could write them. He was my inspiration. My muse. My next alpha male book boyfriend. Everything was perfect.... until the bearded man spotted me spying on him. The Opposite Effect: Brax Anderson is the #1 bachelor on his side of Ravenshoe. With ruggedly handsome looks and a gorgeous heart, women swarm to him like bees to a honeypot. His grandma, friends, and a few hours between the sheets with a variety of bunnies keeps his blood pumping. He is a self-proclaimed bachelor with no intentions of settling down. That all changes when a girl from the right side of the tracks saunters into his life. With a fire-breathing attitude and a body even hotter than that, it is not just Brax's blood pressure surging to record-breaking highs. The blonde princess tosses out callous words like they're grenades, and can spar with the best of them, but what happens when a beauty meets a beast she can't conquer? Will Brax defy the laws of attraction? Or will the dragon finally slay the princess? I Married A Mob Boss: I thought waking up hungover with no recollection of the previous twenty-four hours would be the worst thing I'd encounter during my whirlwind trip to Vegas. It wasn't... not even close. Not only did I wake up in a strange room with a platinum band wrapped around my finger, I witnessed something no woman should ever see: a gruesome murder. If that wasn't unscrupulous enough, the unspeakable act was done by my husband: the stranger I married. With freshly signed alimony papers and a guilt-riddled heart, I left Vegas praying what happens in Vegas truly does stay in Vegas. My hope was left for dust when the fragment of my life I tried to forget collided into the present. Can the guarded, tortured man I married keep me safe when he is the one I need protecting from the most?