A sexy, flirty holiday novella about a grumpy ex-military man and the cheerful redhead who crashes into his life on during a Christmas Eve blizzard.

“Favorite flavor? Well it sure as hell ain’t vanilla. Bend over, Valentine.” Kate Molina isn’t looking for love; she just needs a reliable contractor to finish her bakery remodel. Hiring the bad-boy convict who broke her heart? Definitely not part of the plan. So what if he’s the only guy who ever gave her the big O, and—ugh, fine—even hotter than she remembered? Toe-curling orgasms aside, it’s way too late to forgive and forget. If only she could forget the hot slide of his tongue between her thighs… Eight years ago, Jagger Barnes made the biggest damn mistake of his life, costing him his freedom and the only woman he ever loved. Now out on parole, he’s determined to work hard, stay the f\*ck out of trouble, and leave the past behind. But as usual, fate has other plans… starting with his sexy-as-sin, mad-as-hell ex. One look at Kate’s lush little ass, and Jagger’s more than ready to make up for all those lonely nights… Love may be naughtier the second time around, but when Cupid takes aim at the reformed bad boy and his sugar-sweet baker, will the arrow finally hit the mark, or is their smoking hot reunion a recipe for disaster?

“I want you on your hands and knees in the sand, right here, right now, and I don’t give a f\*ck who’s watching.” There’s nothing Layla Hart loves more than a hot, dirty-talking guy taking control… in the pages of her manuscript. But after a devastating breakup, the bestselling romance author has lost her muse. Deadline looming, she’s hoping a week at her favorite Cali beach rental will get her juices flowing again. No distractions, no drama—nothing but the pounding surf, the salty ocean breeze… And Trick Harper, the infamous bad boy of punk rock, passed out in her bed. Naked. Hard. And—holy hell—HUGE. Random chicks climbing into his bed in the middle of the night? For rock star Patrick “Trick” Harper, that’s just part of the gig—usually. But this spring break, he’s taking a sabbatical from sex, holing up in a beachfront cottage to clear his head and finish his latest song. Only one thing can screw up his plans… A ball-busting, sexy-as-hell writer who leaves him aching to make her sing the high notes… preferably while he’s f\*cking her senseless on the beach. With neither willing to relinquish the double-booked rental, the battle of the sexes is on. A no-strings fling with a well-endowed rock star might be just what Layla needs to get her writing groove back… but will the cocky bad boy rise to the occasion, or is this breezy seaside romance doomed to sink?

“Mouth-to-mouth? I don’t think so, sweetheart. My tongue has much more interesting plans for you tonight.” It’s tourist season at Starfish Cove, but head lifeguard Max Killian isn’t in the water. He’s on probation, relegated to policing bonfires and beach weddings until his supervisor deems him fit for duty. No booze. No partying. No swimming. Hell, just about the only thing the boss didn’t outlaw is sex. And a hot, oh-so-f\*ckable bridesmaid is just what Max needs to soothe his guilt-ridden soul… She may be standing up in her sister’s wedding, but Haley Scott doesn’t believe in happily ever afters—not with her family's track record. That doesn’t mean she’s not up for a little naughty fun with the right guy, though. Like that gorgeous, tatted-up lifeguard with the panty-melting eyes and muscles made for pinning her down… It’s a match made in one-night-stand heaven… until Haley’s nosy Aunt Bev catches them buck naked in the lifeguard tower, and Max introduces himself as her freaking boyfriend. Great. Turns out faking it with Max is about as easy as pretending to like her fugly bridesmaid dress. But when feelings deepen on both sides, can Haley open herself up to love, or will Max’s painful secrets send her swimming for the shore?

“F\*ck your rules, sweetheart. I don’t need a manual to know how you like to be touched.” Pam Diederman is in serious trouble. Her master's thesis is past due, her anxiety is through the roof, and if she doesn’t get some rest, she’s heading for a breakdown. A few weeks on the beach with her best friend Lizzie is just what the doctor ordered—literally. The only problem? Their sinfully hot, totally unexpected housemate. Dark and dangerous. Bad boy to the core. And Pam’s deepest, most closely-guarded secret: Lizzie’s older brother, Ash. Ex-Army Ranger Asher Burke rocked a hard-on for the girl next door forever, but they said their goodbyes ten years ago, right after a summer of mind-blowing sex. Now he’s back in Cali, fixing up the family beach house for his old man and trying to figure out his next move. Getting distracted by the past? Not an option, no matter how good Pam looks in a bikini. His sister's best friend was off limits when they were younger, and he sure as hell can’t risk it now. Yeah, tell that to his hard-on. Because that uptight, good-girl mouth of hers is about to get them both in hot water… Ash was never good at rules, but he’s very good at Pam, and soon they’re up to their old tricks, sneaking around for another red-hot, wall-banging, toe-curling summer. But when secrets come to light and Ash puts his heart on the line, will Pam break her rules for a second chance at love? \\ A sexy, full-length novel with an HEA and no cliffhanger! \\ Bad Boy Summer is part of the Bad Boys on Holiday series. Each book is a standalone erotic romance and can be read in any order.