Is this a mistake? Will working for Mason anger my father? Studying him across the table, Mason could have modeled for Calvin Klein. He was that hot. His square jaw, shadowed by a layer of stubble, reminded me of the lead singer of a rock band. His features were sharp, and he had a few gray strands peeking out from a full head of thick black hair. Under his designer suit was a sculpted physique. Mason exuded a subtle power. He looked at me with an intensity and confidence that I found myself helplessly drawn to. Closing my eyes, I could still feel those powerful muscles rippling under my fingers. Stumbling and landing in the arms of the stranger who tried to run me over on his way out of the elevator had been a stroke of delicious luck. As we dined, my thoughts betrayed me and I kept thinking of how he’d held me that morning with his strong hands. His long fingers would have been perfect for playing a grand piano… or a woman.

An alternative cover edition for this ASIN can be found [here](https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42420441-damon). I stood a minute looking out the porthole at the bright water. Damon had been so gallant, protecting me from Nigel’s advances, taking my elbow as we boarded the boat. Did he like me? Now he sat barefoot with his shirt unbuttoned and the wind messing his dark hair. I could feel a magnetic pull, an animal attraction to such a prime male specimen. No, no. I couldn’t let my mind wander there. This is strictly professional. I would serve as his personal chef for one week only, two at the most. I would wow Damon and leave with a good reference when we returned. I was done with men for a while. I needed time to get past the disaster with Nigel. I had learned my lesson and there would be no mixing work with pleasure. Not anymore. Not for this girl.

An alternative cover edition for this ASIN can be found [here](https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42433567-liam). Glancing back in the cabin, I thought about the man inside. 
I admired his broad shoulders, the muscles of his back outlined under the tight black t-shirt he wore. It was tucked into his black cargo pants, revealing his narrow waist and hips above his long muscular legs. Liam was hot. Smoking hot. Here I was, hiding in a cabin with a sexy special ops soldier. And I was single. He hadn’t received one call from a woman in the whole time I’d known him, so he must be too. I cocked my head and looked back at the house again thinking about the shadow stalking me. My pulse started racing, and my hands shook as a chill crept up my spine. Maybe I should have listened to Liam from the beginning. Maybe he was right. Maybe someone really was after me.

“No fraternization with the bosses” was rule number one. No matter how cute he was, I couldn’t risk my job. I wouldn’t jeopardize my one chance to escape my life by dating my boss. He was watching me. Not only was I the youngest secretary on the third floor, but Mr. Hendrix was the only man under forty in company management. I thought about his looks—the way that one lock of hair curled over his forehead, his aquiline profile, those broad shoulders—and then I shut down that train of thought. He really was a nice guy. Why can’t I find a guy like him to whisk me away from my sucky life? No man had ever shown me tenderness. Not one. Life with my father was hard fists and harsh words. Men outside the family either ignored me or showed unwanted attention with catcalls and roaming hands. Occasionally, I had heard of a girl here hitting the jackpot and her boss marrying her, but most of the time the boss had his fun, and the girl got fired. That would not be me. Not this girl. No way. What happens next? Don't wait to find out... Grab your copy, and start reading today!

She’s escaping the corporate world. He’s an exhausted ER doc helping out a friend. When a hurricane rips through their tropical getaway, will it be their salvation, or the end of them both? \\\* I watched this big, gorgeous doctor, lose all use of his left arm as he stayed completely still, not wanting to wake the tiny, sleeping puppy. One side of his handsome face creased from the pillow, but the marks couldn’t hide his strong jaw, a hint of stubble sprinkled across it, making this gentle healer look both sexy and dangerous. "What do we do when the storm hits?” He plopped the sleeping puppy in my lap and stretched, running his fingers through his hair. I had to blink twice, realizing that without the white coat and baggy scrub top, he was hot! Barefoot in just a white t-shirt and low slung scrub pants after his shower, his broad shoulders, narrow hips and tight abs were on display. “I guess we make it up as we go along, kinda like we have been doing.” He glanced up at the TV again, temporarily on mute. “That doesn't make me feel real confident we're gonna survive this.” I watched the silent weatherman, reading the updates scrolling across the bottom, and watching the apocalyptic waves filmed already reaching the coast. \\\* Allison LaFleur is a USA Today bestselling author of steamy romantic suspense. She brings you explosive sex, rogue storms, deadly evil, and romantic suspense in Luke, the next book in the bestselling Bachelors Incorporated Series. One-Click it today!

She's a penniless orphan. He's a brilliant scientist. Will spilled beer lead to love, or will the seedy underbelly of Dublin end their future before it starts? \\\* I tiptoed around the edges of the rug, crossed the six feet from the couch to the tiny kitchen, and tried to quietly brew coffee on the stove. I must have been louder than I thought, or maybe the scent from the old french press of my mothers was too much, because moments later the back of my neck prickled, and I turned to find sleepy unfocused eyes blinking at me over the back of the couch. “Good morning,” he rumbled, running his fingers through his hair, and reaching for his glasses. I pulled at the neck of my nightshirt, suddenly self-conscious, realizing more skin showed than I normally displayed in public. “Um, it’s good afternoon, I think.” He nodded, and sat the rest of the way up, the blanket falling away to expose a shirtless, well-muscled chest. My eyes widened, and I sucked in a breath. I hadn’t a clue his neat button-downs were concealing such a treasure. Good God, his body was a well-kept secret, the kind that made me want to step out of my comfort zone and do something reckless. But I wasn’t a reckless girl. I was the one who always chose the safe path. The one where I wouldn’t get hurt. “Hungry?” I padded the rest of the way into the kitchen, the linoleum slick and cold under my bare feet, the tail of my night shirt barely covering my ass. “I could eat.” I had to work hard to keep from staring. Those abs! “Cereal? Or I can run down to the corner market and grab a quiche.” “Cereal’s fine.” He unfolded himself from the couch and stood, scratching his sculpted stomach and stretching, muscles rippling as he moved. I had trouble tearing my eyes away, to go grab the Cheerios from the cabinet and milk from the fridge. Mark was an unexpected wrinkle in my boring life. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. \\\* The queen of adventure romance, Allison LaFleur brings you explosive sex, passion, and peril in Mark, the latest installment in Bachelors Incorporated.

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Cracking my bedroom door, I slipped out into the hall on bare, silent feet. As I tiptoed past the room next to mine, the door opened. “Where do you think you’re going?” A disheveled Ben peered out, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Um... the kitchen?” “You asking or telling me?” It took a minute to answer. All conscious thought fled my mind as I took in the bare chest before me. I’d known he was ripped, but oh, my God! There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Each muscle exquisitely defined, my fingers itched to touch his mostly hairless skin, to follow his neat, muscled V down into the loose sleep pants he wore. “Um... I’m going to the kitchen.” “Well, come on then.” He snagged a black t-shirt and pulled it over his head as he stepped into the hall and shut his bedroom door. “You coming?” Sparks and bullets fly in this fast-paced, steamy romance. Bodyguard to a mafia don's daughter, special ops soldier Ben Wolfe never expected to fall for the beautiful, naive Selena Bianchi when he took the last minute assignment over Christmas. Faced with black tie galas, kidnappings and gun fights through historic Venice, Italy, Ben must use every specialized skill he possesses set to protect the woman of his dreams. Get it now!