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I had it all. Two beautiful children. A gainfully employed husband. A successful food blog. The only thing missing from my life was . . . heat. And I wanted to live. To live loudly and without fear. I also wanted my husband to think I was as hot as I was when we were high school sweethearts. More, I wanted what my sister had: love, passion, and a husband whose love was infinite. Because something was happening with Rob. Had he fallen out of love with me? Had he found someone else? Was I not— Sigh. Was I not enough?
I slept with the wrong twin. And all I got for it in return was a broken heart. Oh yeah, and a baby on the way—there’s that too. But I’m determined to make it on my own. I don’t need a man, thank you very much. Not rich, charismatic, and decidedly flighty Rex Roosevelt, and especially not his twin brother, Justin. No matter that the gorgeous former military doctor makes my heart beat a little faster . . . and all spots lower than that pay careful, careful attention. None of that matters. The Roosevelt men are dangerous and I’m steering clear. The trouble is, Justin refuses to leave me be. And deep down, I don’t want to avoid him. Deep down, I want to be even closer.
Henry Miller was nobody. Not any longer anyway. He used to be an up and coming chef in New York City, training under one of the most famous celebrity chefs in the world. But that had been five years before. When he’d been itching to leave the small-town life of Darlington, Utah behind and become rich and powerful and famous. He’d been on his way too—had the fancy apartment, the great job, the gorgeous fiancé. Isabella had been generous, sweet, and beautiful inside and out . . . or so he’d thought. Because the moment he’d taken leave from his job to come home and care for his father, the moment he’d slipped free of the outer edges of celebrity by returning to Utah to help his mother run the diner, Bella had dumped him. Without a word and definitely without any explanation, Bella had disappeared from his life faster than a Michelin star from a restaurant that had lost his shine. And he was fine with that. He’d moved on, rebuilt a life in Darlington and found, if not fulfillment, then at least peace in cooking at his father’s old diner. Until Isabella showed up in town with a new fiancé in tow. Until Bella wanted him to cook the food for her wedding at Roosevelt Ranch. Until . . . he found out why she had left. Suddenly, the peaceful but boring life Henry had built for himself was chaotic and frightening and it potentially, maybe . . . possibly might be punctuated with a happy ending.
It began with a collision. Not in the sense of souls colliding or even stars aligning, but in a real-life, totally her fault, bumpers-crunching, frames-bending, airbags-deploying crash. Haley. Oh Haley. Why was she such a mess? And why did she have to be such a mess when it involved really expensive cars and really handsome men? She was an emergency room nurse. She was supposed to have it all together, to be cool under pressure, to be-- Not turned into a complete puddle of mush when it came to the man whose car she'd crunched. But Sam was so . . . so nice and sweet and gorgeous and he made Haley's brain just completely poof out of her skull. But Sam was also her past. Or rather, her sister's past. She couldn't be infatuated with the man who'd broken her sister's heart. She couldn't want him. It didn't matter that a decade had passed. Plus, Sam had never noticed her before. Haley was the littlesister, the annoying tagalong. Sam wasn't attracted to her and he neverwould be. But what if that colliding of bumpers had finally knocked some sense into him? What if he decided Haley wasn't the annoying little sister anymore? And what if she gave into the temptation of all her long held fantasies? Worse, what was Haley going to do if her sister found out?
Disaster at Roosevelt Ranch I slept with the wrong twin. And all I got for it in return was a broken heart. Oh yeah, and a baby on the way—there was that, too. But I’m determined to make it on my own. I don’t need a man, thank you very much. Not rich, charismatic, and decidedly flighty Rex Roosevelt, and especially not his twin brother, Justin. The trouble was, Justin refused to leave me be. And deep down, I don’t want to avoid him. Deep down, I want to be even closer. Heartbreak at Roosevelt Ranch I had it all. Two beautiful children. A gainfully employed husband. A successful food blog. The only thing missing from my life was . . . heat. And I wanted to live. To live loudly and without fear. But something was happening with Rob. Had he fallen out of love with me? Had he found someone else? Was I not—Sigh. Was I not enough? Collision at Roosevelt Ranch It began with a collision. Not in the sense of souls colliding or even stars aligning, but in a real-life, totally her fault, bumpers-crunching, frames-bending, airbags-deploying crash. Haley. Oh Haley. Why was she such a mess? Regret at Roosevelt Ranch Henry Miller was nobody. He used to be an up-and-coming chef in New York City, training under one of the most famous celebrity chefs in the world, with a gorgeous fiancé at his side. But that had been five years before. Then his ex, Isabella, showed up in town with a new fiancé in tow. Then he found out why she had left. And . . . it changed everything. Desire at Roosevelt Ranch Rex Roosevelt doesn’t believe in love. He believes in women, in sex, and in avoiding any and all types of responsibility. He also definitely doesn’t believe in is playing the white knight by rescuing women . . . but he’d saved Tilly. She’d needed rescuing and even though Rex didn’t know the first damned thing about being a white knight, he’d helped her. And then? Well, she made him feel something he’d never thought his cold, dead heart would ever feel again. Love. Christmas at Roosevelt Ranch Ah. Christmas. The most miserable time of the year. Elizabeth hated it. She had too much work to do to stop and hang lights or wrap presents or waste time beneath the mistletoe. Or maybe she hated it—and especially the mistletoe—because she didn’t have anyone to kiss. Yeah, maybe that, too. But the she was derailed by a flat tire, a broken doorknob, and . . . an extremely handsome mechanic. And perhaps the best laid plans were made to be broken, especially when this Christmas might prove to warm even her Scroogey heart.
Rex Roosevelt doesn’t believe in love. He believes in women, in sex, and in avoiding any and all types of responsibility. What he doesn’t believe in is playing the white knight by rescuing women . . . even though he’s been making a habit of doing just that over the last few months. Being the white knight is more in his twin’s wheelhouse. Justin spent a lifetime rescuing women from Rex’s ill-deeds before swooping in to save the day with the only woman Rex had ever felt the slightest bit of connection to. Of course, that connection had made him run and he’d blown his chance with Kelly Hamilton. Which was just as well. Rex was cold. He didn’t feel like normal men. He shut down and selfish and— She was better off. But lately, Rex had begun to feel. First, he’d been unable to steal his heart against the pleas of a gorgeous Italian woman and next . . . Tilly. She’d needed rescuing and even though Rex didn’t know the first damned thing about being a white knight, he’d helped her. And then? Well, she made him feel something he’d never thought his cold, dead heart would ever feel again. Love.
Ah. Christmas. The most miserable time of the year. Elizabeth hated it. She had too much work to do to stop and hang lights or wrap presents or waste time beneath the mistletoe. Or maybe she hated it—and especially the mistletoe—because she didn’t have anyone to kiss. Yeah, maybe that, too. But the she was derailed by a flat tire, a broken doorknob, and . . . an extremely handsome mechanic. And perhaps the best laid plans were made to be broken, especially when this Christmas might prove to warm even her Scroogey heart.
Six overprotective older brothers. One hopelessly single younger sister. She loved her brothers, but, hell, they were ANNOYING. And good at scaring off every single man she’d ever dated. Cora just wanted the happy ending, the man would love her and her flaws. The one who wouldn’t be scared off by her six scary brothers. But that man didn’t appear to exist. Until one day there was a knock at the door. And Rafe showed up, moved in, and— Proved that her brothers’ best friend was the only man on the planet who wasn’t scared.
I’d brought him home thinking that for once in my life I would live a little. Then he’d walked out, and I’d chalked the experience up to a bad one-night stand. Now weeks later I was puking my guts up and had a pink stick with a plus sign on it declaring my future. And because my life was my life, I was pregnant, alone, and starting a new job. And whose company was I working for? Jordan. Jordan O’Keith. The man who’d I’d brought home that night. The man whose baby was currently residing in my belly. The man I hadn’t recognized… And the man who was my father’s arch enemy.
Blocked This is her shot. Brit has the chance to make history by being the first female goalie to play for an NHL team, the San Francisco Gold. So, when she is introduced to Stefan, the Gold's captain, she is determinedly not interested. Stefan is sexy, charming, and has a publicly documented list of conquests a mile long. Brit is unwilling to risk mixing business with pleasure, even when that business is wrapped up in a six-foot-plus, gorgeously muscled package. When management pushes Brit and Stefan together in an effort to gain good press for the beleaguered team, Brit finds that her carefully calculated disinterest doesn’t mask her body's desires. The more she falls for Stefan, the more she risks her career. Will she be able to have it all—a starting position and the heart of the captain? Or will she lose everything? Backhand Mike Stewart is a bad boy. Sleeping around. Boozing. Fighting with teammates. Name a bad behavior and he’s done it—done it so well, in fact, that he almost tanked his career as a starting defensemen for the NHL’s San Francisco Gold. But Mike is done with all that. He’s starting with a fresh foot forward and putting his past behind him. That is, until his past quite literally reappears before his eyes. Sara Jetty is just as beautiful as she was a decade before, but Mike hasn’t seen her since she scored a gold medal in women’s figure skating. Now something has put shadows in her eyes, a familiar type of hurt he is all too well-versed in. This Sara wants nothing to do with him. Their easy friendship is gone and in its place is a hardened woman who’s nothing like the girl from his past. Still, Mike hasn’t become a top defensemen in the NHL by being afraid of hard work, and he isn’t about to let Sara push him away. Come hell or high water, he’s going to crack her tough outer shell and find the sweet, innocent woman he’s lusted after and loved, in equal measure, for more than ten years. Boarding Muscles. Mandy’s work was supposed to be regulated to muscles. Well, muscles and ligaments and tendons . . . and general body health and— Blane was her fantasy—literally her nightly fantasy. He was sexy, strong, talented, and normally she would have thrown herself at his feet and begged for a night—or, cough, more—showing him exactly what that fantasy was. But that would mean she would get fired . . . and worse, so would he. She couldn’t have that on her conscience, not when Blane was a gifted player for the San Francisco Gold. Plus, he was a professional athlete and their relationships were doomed to fail. Mandy knew that firsthand and she also knew she couldn’t live that life. Always being the one left behind, always way down on the priority list. Hockey was his job and it was all consuming. That was reality and everything was fine— Until Blane got hurt. Until she was spending more time with him. Much more time. Until Blane told her she was his fantasy too. Empty Net: Never Before Released Novella Empty. That was her life— What? No. Shannon had been referring to the other half of the duplex she lived in, the half that her best friend and fabulous baker of a business partner, Molly, had moved out of when she’d reunited with the love of her life. But, if she was being truthful, Shannon’s life was a little empty. She had a steady and growing business, even helping Molly expand their joint venture into the Gold Mine, arena for the San Francisco Gold, but she was bored and well . . . a little empty. Until Evan moved into the other half of the duplex and tall, dark, and brooding took over her life with the ease of a fire alarm blaring through the quiet, night air.