A couple's sensual journey from the strictures of their lives to explore the passion they left behind and discover a love they never thought they would have. Twelve years ago wrong side of the tracks bad boy, Jesse Weldon, was framed for a crime he didn't commit by the blue-blooded Jordan family. Now he's back in Savannah with his highly successful security company to put the Weldon name on the right side of the tracks. Unfortunately, before he can even make a move in that direction, he runs into Alexandria Jordan and ends up making the same mistake he did before. He succumbs to her allure, but this time, he plans on getting her out of his system for good and walking away. Except for a few wild moments with Jesse at seventeen, Alexi Jordan has followed the life expected of her. But a Wedding Day betrayal from her blue-blooded fiancé has her running from her life and right into the arms of the man she'd never forgotten, Jesse. Yet as she forges a new future for herself amid the scandal of her aborted wedding, Alexi finds herself the target of a twisted killer and both her and Jesse's days are now numbered. “Still a virgin on the run after all these years, Lexi?” he drawled. His voice, as steamy and seductive as Southern summer day, challenged her on an elemental level, a sensual one. "Almost," Alexi said, letting the last illicit picture she had of Roger fall from her grasp to the ground. She'd only ever been with Roger and he didn't count. Not anymore. She sucked in air, latching onto Jesse's appeal. The reporters encircled them. Jesse lifted his hot gaze to her eyes and smiled. "Almost?" Slow and sexual, his grin spread awareness over her. "Sounds frustrating. Interested in changing that?" He ran his finger under her chin and she caught her breath. Yes, some part deep inside her shouted. Yes, she wanted to change that. Here was one situation her grandmother couldn't smooth over with a lie. With the cameras rolling, Roger and her grandmother would get a clear picture that Alexi meant it when she said she wasn't marrying Roger ever. “Yes,” Alexi said to Jesse, stepping closer to him. Waves of his sex appeal washed over her. Waves she had no trouble remembering, though she'd only been seventeen when she'd last dipped into them. His nearness and touch sparked something inside of her that wanted to rebel against everything that had just happened to her. “Kiss me,” she demanded, loudly. Jesse arched his brow and asked softly, "What's your game Lexi?” His slid an arm around her and pulled her flush to his chest, her breasts to his hard muscle. Then his mouth covered hers. She gasped at the desire shooting through her as his tongue entered her mouth, and his gaze dared her to respond. She wound her arms around his neck, pressed closer to him, and met his tongue with hers. His eyes widened with surprise, telling her that he'd expected her to put him off rather than to take him up on his challenge. After that first moment, he didn't hesitate in delivering a four-alarm kiss. He bent her back over his arm, inserted his leg between hers and had one hand cupping her butt. In one kiss he ravished her from the inside out and she burned for more. By delivering a message to her grandmother, what message had she delivered to herself? He ended the kiss, but kept her captive in his embrace as he stared into her eyes. The cameras continued to flash and the world swirled crazily. She ran her fingers into the silk of his hair and kissed him again, wanting to chase away the chill Roger had left inside her. Jesse groaned and deepened the kiss more. Her heart pounded at the line she crossed by welcoming his embrace in so public a way. He smelled faintly of aftershave and some indefinable, but intriguing scent. His body, strong and sure, eased around hers, a balm to her chaffed emotions. Yet before she could lose herself in him, he ended the kiss. Emotion and desire colli

Four years ago a tragedy made Jackson Weldon turn his back on life. He wanted nothing more than doing a gig with his guitar every now and then to put a sandwich on his plate and gas in his tank. But a few dates with Nan Miller several months ago had him finally wanting something more. Her in his bed. Only she walked before that happened and his hunger for her alone has grown until he can't think of anything but her. Nan has lived her life by a plan and she isn't about to mess it up by getting involved with a man going nowhere. That's why she walked out on Jackson, seventy one days ago. Only, she can't get him out of her mind or escape him in her dreams, night or day. So when he comes riding in on his Harley again, she wonders if she should take him up on his offer for an uninhibited weekend. But their no strings ride leads them both to an end that changes everything they ever believed they wanted or deserved out of life. Lightning briefly illuminated the strong curve of his stubble-rough jaw, devilish smile, and raven's wing hair whipping in the wind. Damn, the man had no right to look so sexy in the middle of hell. He stripped off his black leather jacket, pushed her umbrella aside, and leaned in close. “You bait a nice hook, sugar.” “You. You Peeping Tom!” Her search for something sophisticated and deadly to say fizzled as ridiculous. “Careful. You're giving me ideas for a new profession.” She didn't have a chance to reply before his leather jacket descended over her head and his strong arm encircled her. “Tell me how sorry I am later, sugar.” He plucked the inverted umbrella from her, popped it back right, and held it before them as he propelled them toward the back door of the yacht club, not the least daunted by the storm's fury. But then, Nan didn't think much got past Jackson's thick wall. She gritted her teeth, irritated. Both the timing of Jackson's appearance and the man were too welcome for her peace of mind. She tingled from the heat of his arm about her, the feel of his lean, hard body next to her, and the tangy scent of musk and leather enveloping her. “Here we go.” He hustled her into a lit hallway. Anxious to rid herself of his scent, she slid his coat off. Cool air assaulted, making her too aware of the heat from his body behind her, touching her, like he'd said on the phone. Can't you feel me? I'm right up against you. Feel the heat? My hands on you…my mouth. She shivered. The creamy watered silk walls, crown molding, and plush carpet contrasted sharply with her soggy, bedraggled state and she turned to face him, feeling like a swamp rat. He'd moved closer and her chest landed smack up against his hot, very male body. “Where are we?” Drawing back, she teetered, dropping his coat. “Backstage of the ballroom and just where we need to be." He grinned and settled his hands on her hips. When he spoke, his deep voice rumbled right to her core and set off a series of delicious quakes. "It's been a while, sugar. A long while. You hung up too soon last week. We didnt get to the good part.” Nan tried to stop the quakes of desire from spreading by clenching her stomach muscles. It didn't help. Jackson let his shoulders rest on the door behind him and drew her between his jeans-clad, booted legs. She didn't have to look to know how his jeans fit or how his leather boots gleamed. Not a thing about his dark Irish looks and southern bad boy manners had changed. “Yes, a long while,” she whispered past the lump in her throat. A droplet of water ran down her cheek, dripped onto her breastbone, and slithered between her breasts. Jackson's gaze followed its path, heated, then lingered. Nan looked down. Her halter-top gown lay plastered to her body like skin, the wet silk clearly defining the rise of her breasts and nipples.

Hard hat in hand, Jared Weldon goes undercover, but the answers he finds at McKenna Construction leaves him drowning in passion—and hard up against a killer...

The heartwarming and passionate love story between the parents of the Weldon Brothers, John and Emma, which began during war-torn Vietnam at Christmastime, and the bond that binds their hearts and family together throughout the years.

James Weldon likes fast rides, wild women, and to party hard—they go a long way to help him forget the premonition curse he is under. He's a tried and true bachelor who's not about to lose his Free Bird kahunas, like his brothers. He's been on hiatus helping his father after the old man's brush with death, but his plans to get back into the game at a blow-out St. Patrick's Day party, go awry. James not only can't find his bachelor's grove because a certain Irish lass by the name of Cierra Weldon has him off kilter, but he gets hijacked from his Savannah home to Manhattan by his brother's top security investigator as well. They want him to determine if that Irish lass has ties to terrorists. James knows Cierra is a lot of things, perfect being one of them, but she is not a terrorist. That doesn't mean she isn't being used by one. Her association to billionaire Sheik Hassan al Zayed puts her under suspicion. The moment James hits New York and connects with Cierra, a whirlwind of events unfold—one of them being a premonition about Cierra. He fears for her life and finds himself sacrificing everything to keep her safe. Even his heart, that she somehow managed to steal when he wasn't looking. Horses are Cierra Weldon's life. She may have grown up privileged in a castle in Ireland, but life hasn't been necessarily easy. When she was eighteen, her parents were killed in a car accident. She took over running her father's racing and stud farm then and now, after eight years, she is looking to expand by establishing a breeding and training farm in the United States—mainly to escape her FOUR overbearing, overprotective brothers. She hasn't found the right place. Her current troubles started when she told Hassan she wasn't interested in his gilded cage. She was stalked, attack, and now her prized racehorse in Ireland has been stolen. She's sure Hassan's behind it, trying to show her how much she needs him. She concocts a fake engagement with James, hoping Hassan will see she's taken, and miraculously "find" her stolen horse for her. James shows up. Not only does her world goes to hell in a hand basket, but her heart falls hard for a man who thinks commitment is a prison sentence. They say life can change in a blink of an eye. What can happen in seventy-two hours?