Strangers, but not really. Lovers, but not really. Toe-curling, back-bending, make-you-holla sex whenever it’s possible. Oh, yes, really! Jeremy I am single, hard-working, date-aversive, and sexy – according to the ladies. My recent ascent to the helm of my parents’ hotel corporation means that I have little time for frivolous encounters. Critics already peg me as too young for such responsibility, so keeping my name out of the papers in unsavory lights is a necessity. I’m too busy for personal entanglements. I don’t have time for love. Then, one cold night in Alaska happens and changes everything. Carlee I have a ridiculously attractive boss. So I’ve heard. I tend to not notice things like that about upper management. I am committed to my job. I’m respected by my peers and colleagues. I keep a clean, professional approach to my career. I want to excel on my own merit. I travel for the Masters Hotel Group as an interventionist, and my work is memorable. Apparently, so is my body. When Jeremy Masters opens his door covering his damp body with nothing but a towel, my world turns upside down. A Christmas Fling Hot Enough to Stop Winter Everyone knows that sex between employers and employees is an astounding No! What do you do, though, when the boss makes you feel like the sexiest bombshell who ever lived? What do you do when your employee keeps you up at night wishing that she was under you just one more time? What do you do when it’s so good, you just keep coming back? When things begin to unravel and threaten to destroy what we’ve built with our careers, we must decide whether a Christmas fling is just a fling or the greatest gift either one of us could receive.

Rerelease. Same instalove story, different cover. Two potential soulmates. One misunderstanding. Twelve years of war. Emiliano I loved Caris Vaughn from the moment I saw her. Senior year of high school, I vowed to make her mine on Valentine’s day. Armed with a note that bared my soul, I ordered her a dozen red roses to be sent to her during our class. When she rejected me, it cut as deep as the thorns on the roses she threw at me. I swore that my former love would be my new enemy. I don’t care that seeing her after over a decade still has the power to rev up my heart. I don’t care that she’s sexier. I don’t care that she looks damn good in the lingerie she sells. I still hate her…I think. Caris I used to want Emiliano, but when he sent me the meanest note I’d ever received, I prayed he would go away forever. Twelve years later, my desire to expand my lingerie company has brought him back into my life. Now, the man I hate the most is also the one I need, professionally. His verbal jabs cut deep, so it doesn’t matter that his light-brown eyes still haunt me. His lips dare me to kiss them, and his body makes me melt. I will not Fall for Emiliano Morin, right? When their heated arguments ignite their latent desires, they decide that there’s only one way to move on from the past. Hate sex.

She wants orgasms for Christmas… Aubree My neighbor is the sexiest man I’ve ever met. And, the bangs and screams that frequently come from the other side of my bedroom wall also mean he’s very good at what he does. Then, one sexually frustrated and slightly tipsy night, I hatch a plan to get exactly what the other women go to the house next door to get; I want the “Oh, Jason” Special. Just when I try to talk myself out of my crazy plan, Jason answers his door nudely thus melting the rational part of my brain. When he accepts, I find that he’s more than a man with a magical touch, but I cannot go back on our deal. I must follow the guidelines, even if it does mean possibly walking away from everything I’ve ever wanted. Jason As the owner of the hottest bar in Houston, I’ve received my share of offers. I’ve accepted most of them with one rule: One time only; no repeats. My rule has always worked for me without any issues. No attachments and no room for hurt feelings. My life is running smoothly until my new neighbor – the sexiest nerd I’ve ever met – issues me a challenge I cannot refuse. Bree wishes to give me three opportunities to take her where no man has ever managed to take her before. To assist her with her mission, I’ll have to break my rule. Yet, making her moan “Oh, Jason” for real, and not in jest, is fast becoming a tangible life goal. Rules are made to be broken, right? But what about hearts?