Marigold I’m not supposed to be in this greenhouse, and I’m definitely not supposed to be stealing this super rare flower, but I’m in deep trouble, and this flower is the key out of it. Too bad it’s owned by a man who catches me easily, calls me his little cat burglar, and takes me captive. He does other things, too, things that make me hot all over. Avery When I catch a thief, I generally have no mercy. After all, I’m a thief too, so I hold others in my profession to the highest standard. Marigold, however, is a special case. One that makes my mouth water and my heart pound whenever she’s near. Too bad her father is a cop, one who’s heard of me and all my dirty deeds. But I’m not about to let the greatest treasure of my life slip away, even if she doesn’t yet know just how bad I truly am. Marigold is mine, and I always keep what I steal. MINK's Enjoy this tale of stolen love with your furry friend and a cuppa.

Alana is the heir to a fortune she doesn’t even know about. But I do. I know it down to the very last penny, and I want it for myself. Problem is, I’m the one who created the security that keeps the fortune locked away. I should be able to break it, to undo the encryption. But I can’t. Not alone. I need Alana. I’ve watched her closely for the past few years. A woman with eyes that catch the sun and a heart a saint would envy. I have to get close to her. So I do. So close, in fact, that she thinks I’m her savior, her friend. I’m not, of course. All the time I spend watching her, talking to her, hanging on her every word—that’s all for show. Just for show, I remind myself. So why do I find myself more entangled in her than ever? So much so that I begin to think the real treasure has been right in front of me the whole time. . . MINK's Note: Curl up with a furry friend and an iced coffee for this hot HEA.