He was her best friend until he became her fantasy. Lucy Lawson's got it bad. Bad as in stunned speechless by the situation she's in, by the feelings sitting on her chest, ready to explode. She's in love with her best friend. Problem is, telling Sebastian Blackford could destroy the best thing in her life, but the longer she keeps her feelings under wraps, the stronger the need to spill her secret. The last thing Seb suspects is that his best mate is madly, wildly in love with him, or that he's the star of her seriously dirty fantasies. Worse, he's just started seeing someone he'd like to see again and Lucy knows it. So why does her confession hit him like a runaway train? And why can't he get her explicit description of her fantasies out of his mind? They've never been more than friends, but now that he knows how Lucy feels, everything is out of whack. Seb figures it's up to him to get their relationship back on track. He'll do it too, just as soon as he establishes which track is the right one. Warning: After reading this, you may just be tempted to jump your best friend. It's recommended you keep your partner on speed dial or a toy with fresh batteries on standby.

It was just sex...until the booty calls got serious. When Sarah Deacon’s new relationship comes to an unexpected end, she heads straight for the one place she can always find no-strings comfort—her neighbor’s bed. Charlie, who’s made it clear sex is all he wants, is only too happy to oblige. Hot sex with a gorgeous surfer any time she’s single and in the mood? Oh, yeah. She’s all signed up for that course. Charlie Hudson knows he’s all wrong for the sexy geneticist. After all, what could a long-haired school dropout have in common with a classy academic? Nothing...except maybe a burning desire for her that just won’t quit no matter how often they have sex. Sensing the breakup has damaged her self-worth, Charlie cooks up a plan to introduce her to three “appropriate” men who’ll show her she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. But when his matchmaking begins to work too well, he realizes there’s only one thing worse than not having her in his bed. Losing the chance to make her his forever.

"He's just seen the one thing that was meant for her eyes only. " "More Than, Book 3" Molly Harris never intended to send "that" letter. It was only meant to be a secret record of her true feelings for her boss, gorgeous pediatrician Sam Shepard. But in the chaos of a crazy day at work, Molly accidentally hits "send" instead of "delete." Mortified by her mistake, Molly acts in the only way she can. She submits her notice of resignation. A professional-etiquette line's been crossed, and there's no going back. Sam's mouth goes dry-then it waters-when he discovers his receptionist has sent him a dirty love letter. Or to be more explicit, a wicked, erotic love letter, neatly outlining her many fantasies involving him. Now Sam has two choices. Either he can be the ultimate professional and accept Molly's resignation, or he can acknowledge the depths of his desire and maybe, just maybe, convince her to send him another saucy email... Warning: Could cause the uncontrollable urge to write-and receive-dirty love letters. But proceed with caution...you're going to want to act on those letters. Immediately.