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Kat’s jaw ached. The last time
it hurt like this had been after a mammoth smooching session with her
first boyfriend. Ten years ago. She’d been fifteen and they’d
been hiding behind the bike sheds of their London school. Sadly the
current ache in her jaw had nothing to do with kissing.
The moment she’d been levered
into the bright pink monstrosity that masqueraded as a bridesmaid’s
dress, she’d been forced to smile.
Her hair had been tweaked into a
style she hated. Smile.
Her shoes pinched her toes. Smile.
Her so-called professionally applied
make-up looked awful. Smile.
She hadn’t smiled nine months
ago when her boyfriend Pete had been bewitched by her best friend
Jennifer – the definition of friend was still under review. But
the smile was back in place again today when the pair married. Kat
even smiled when bastard Pete thanked her in his speech for bringing
him and Jennifer together. She’d smiled harder when Pete caught
her alone in the corridor and tried to give her a drunken kiss.
Laughing it off didn’t work. The knee in the crotch did.
As the other five bridesmaids cooed
over their gifts of jewellery, Jennifer handed Kat a foot-long narrow
package. “A special gift for you.”
Kat forced a laugh from somewhere
when she saw what was inside. Then Jennifer gave her one of her
looks. One that made Kat feel there was an undercurrent she hadn’t
quite grasped. Jennifer didn’t do it often, but something weird
always happened after she did.
“Now you’ll have a man
in your life,” Jennifer said.
Kat stared at the toy in her hands:
a dark haired male doll wearing nothing but a pair of denim shorts.
Exactly what Pete had been wearing when he’d opened the door of
Kat’s flat to find Jennifer prancing around in her underwear.
“It’s the best I can
do.” Jennifer gave her a rueful shrug.
Kat’s jaw was locked into an
She couldn’t even let her
smile drop in the cab on the way home to Lewisham. The driver was a
relative of Pete’s. Only after she’d slammed the door of
her flat and shut out the world did Kat let her shoulders droop and
her head fall.
That had been the longest day of her
life. She kicked off her shoes and sighed. But it was over. She’d
promised long ago that she’d be Jennifer’s bridesmaid and
she’d kept her word. If only Jennifer had kept the promise
they’d made about not stealing each other’s guys.
But Pete had fallen hard for Kat’s
best friend. Kat had been shocked, then hurt but to be honest, not
actually devastated. She really was over Pete despite the long line
of people at the wedding who’d hugged her as if her heart had
been broken. It hadn’t. She wasn’t even angry with
Jennifer anymore, just a bit disappointed. Though if she’d been
truly happy for Jennifer, it would have been easier to smile,
wouldn’t it? Kat knew the real reason for her misery was not
having a guy of her own.
Well, I do now. Kat
looked at the doll in her hand. Action Man. Or GI Joe. One or the
other. He was actually quite cute. Square jaw, dark eyes, strong nose
and an impressive, ripped physique, if a little cold and stiff. His
only imperfection was a small scar under his right eye. Kat rubbed
his shorts with her thumb, impressed with the miniature stitching and
the little metal studs.
Was he anatomically correct? After
unfastening tiny buttons, she eased the shorts over his firm backside
and smiled. The first genuine one of the day. A smooth mound. No
wedding tackle. Poor asexual Joe. Not the sort of guy Kat needed.
She opened her closet and tossed Joe
inside. She needed to fix the light in there. Maybe Joe would do it
for her. Ha ha. Kat
threw herself down on her bed, beat back the suffocating layers of
pink netting that flew up, and closed her eyes. She wished she had a
guy to come home to, wished she’d had one at the wedding to sit
next to, wished—
The thump was so loud, Kat jolted
upright. She held herself taut waiting for another sound, but heard
only the bedside clock ticking her life away. It sounded as if the
noise had come from inside her closet. Maybe a rail had broken or a
shelf had given way and tossed her clothes to the carpet. The perfect
end to a perfectly miserable day.
Kat flung open the door to check and
found a man lying on the floor. A dark-haired guy wearing denim
shorts and nothing else. A full-sized guy. Kat laughed. That extra
glass of champagne had not been a good idea. She needed to drink
coffee. A lot of it.
Joe Jarvis blinked in dazed
confusion. He didn’t think he recognised the tall, slender
blonde, but she’d disappeared in a swirl of pink netting too
fast for him to be sure. What was she doing in his flat? Joe dropped
his head back and stared up at the panel hanging from the ceiling.
Ah, now he remembered. The fall had rattled his brain. Not his
closet. He was lying in the one on the floor below. He could see part
of his through the gap in the ceiling. He’d cut a hole and been
checking to see if the floor was strong enough to support a safe.
Well, guess he knew the answer to
that. Joe also knew that he shouldn’t move. He could have
broken something in the fall. There was a horrible pain in the middle
of his back and he swallowed hard, except logic told him that if he’d
done something catastrophic to his spine, he wouldn’t be able
to feel it. Joe worked in risk assessment. He took a risk and sat up.
He’d been lying on a doll. He
chuckled and tossed it aside onto a pile of shoes. Even in the dim
light shining down from above, he saw they were all women’s. No
men’s. Strappy high heels. Pointy toes. Flowers, Bows. Black.
Blue. Ohh, red. His cock unfurled and pressed against the button of
his shorts. Guess that hadn’t been broken in the fall either.
Joe undid the snap on his shorts and
one button. That was more comfortable. Shit,
what am I doing? His gaze
fell back on the doll. She had a kid? Husband? Maybe he had his own
closet. His cock deflated which was just as well.
He pushed himself to his feet and
tentatively stretched. No bones broken. He reached up to check the
panel he’d fallen through and slotted it back into place. Not
broken, thank goodness. Which helped him out of a bind. He could move
it aside, pull himself up back to his flat and no one would ever know
what had happened. The woman who’d looked in must not have seen
him, or if she had, probably didn’t believe her eyes. Joe
wasn’t too happy about the way the building had been
constructed. Had they followed safety regs?
The closet door opened and he
“Fucking hell,” the
blonde blurted. “I mean, oh my goodness.”
Joe stifled a laugh.
“You’re real. How can
you be real? I threw that doll in here, wishing it was a guy and—oh
God, so dreams do come true if you’re desperate enough?”
Joe opened his mouth to tell her
he’d fallen in from the flat upstairs and she smiled. It was
the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen and in that instant, he
was lost, adrift at sea, no land in sight. His mouth went dry and the
damn yo-yo in his shorts shot up. She had a cute heart-shaped face
with the most kissable lips he’d seen since he arrived in
England, curves in all the right places. And she wasn’t
freaking out and yelling for the cops because there was a stranger in
her closet. Thank Christ.
“The doll didn’t have
anything in his shorts, but I can see you do,” she whispered.
Joe’s face heated up. He
needed to explain why he’d unfastened the snap and undone a
button. Oh fuck. I can’t
explain. It happened when I fell. Yeah. That works. He
opened his mouth to speak then shut it again because that explanation
didn’t work, and she closed in to kiss him. Her soft hands
cupped his cheeks and her tongue pressed against the seam of his
lips. Of course, now I
keep my mouth shut. Joe
opened to let her inside and she almost dove into his throat. He
tried to chuckle but it came out more like a choked groan. That was
fine. She was fine. The kiss was more than fine.
Seductive lips pressed against his.
A hot tongue snaked around his mouth, an intrepid explorer of a new
world and he hoped she liked what she found.
“Beer.” She lifted her
mouth away to sigh the word. “I love your taste.”
His balls tightened. He loved her
taste too. Something sweet. Cake? He slid his hands onto her waist.
Her dress was… There was too much of her dress. How was he
supposed to get his hands on her through miles of scratchy material?
And neon pink? Too soon for Halloween. Then he lost his mind inside
her mouth and did what he should have done several minutes ago. He
kissed her back.
Joe rimmed the soft inner recesses
of her mouth, nipped the fleshy pad inside her lower lip, teased with
the tip of his tongue and felt her melt. Her hands roamed his back,
pulled him closer, her body arching into the kiss as Joe found
himself rocking his hips into hers.
“Rip the damn dress off,”
Joe would have loved to have done
just that but he was a cautious guy. What if this was some designer
creation and he was going to end up with a bill for thousands of
“Please. I hate it,” she
He slipped his hands into the back
and pulled the material hard, heard it tear, kept tugging until the
dress sagged on her shoulders. He let her go, she gave a little
shimmy and layers of pink dropped to the floor. The bulge in his
shorts became more of a problem. He wore no underwear to protect him
from the pressure of his fly buttons and the larger his cock grew,
the greater his discomfort became. He needed a few more buttons
undone, but he wanted her to do the undoing.
She wore underwear, but might as
well have not bothered. A strapless white lace bra that pushed her
breasts into a dining table. Place set for one. The piece of silky
white string wrapped around her hips and passing between her legs
could in no way be described as a pair of panties. Natural blonde,
then. Joe grinned. He bet her ass was beautiful but he didn’t
dare look in case his cock made a successful escape attempt.
Joe dropped his head to her
shoulder, nibbled his way to the top of her bra, then licked along
the edge of the material. She gulped little throaty breaths that made
his cock sing and him forget the press of the buttons. His pulse rate
soared. One flip of his fingers and the bra was gone. Joe’s
vision blurred for a moment. Raspberry-tipped nipples that looked
like little erasers. Blonde curls at the apex of her body. Sugar
lips. What to focus on? He was spoilt for choice.
When his hot mouth hovered over one
nipple and his fingers poised over the other, Kat’s muscles
clenched and unclenched between her thighs, anticipation heightening
her desire. Then his soft, wet lips settled on her breast and sucked
while his fingers teased the other nipple, tracing a lazy circle
around the tip. Kat unravelled in his arms with a throaty gasp. Oh
God. She’d never
come so fast before.
He caught her to him, held her as
she shot upwards on a geyser of sensation, flaming arrows shooing
through her body, burning paths of pleasure that slipped into
shimmering ripples before they faded away.
What am I on? shouted
“Wow, hot stuff,” he
“You can talk?”
He smiled and stroked her cheek.
“Did you think you had to pull one of those strings at the back
of my neck?”
She laughed. “I love your
American accent, Joe.”
“How do you know my name?”
She looked puzzled. “You’re
GI Joe.” She touched the scar under his eye.
He’d play along. “GI
Joe. US Army. Reporting for duty. This is going to be rough. Can you
“And you are?”
“Nice to meet you, Kat.”
“How did you get here? Where
did you come from?”
“Why, one minute I was sitting
on a shelf in Toys R’ us next to a plush pussycat, the next
thing I knew, I was here.”
“You sure have beautiful
Kat was sure her cheeks turned
bright red. She looked down out of embarrassment and her gaze got
stuck. Ooh too tempting.
She slid a finger into the opening at the top of his shorts, twirled
it around a curl of black hair and heard the hitch in his breath. He
reached up and slotted his fingers through the wire shelving above
her head. When her fingers brushed his cock, Joe sucked in his
cheeks. Kat was torn between gazing into his gorgeous dark eyes and
looking down at the pulsing heat source in her hand.
“Play with me,” he
Kat unfastened the last three
buttons on his shorts and his engorged cock popped out like a
jack-in-the-box and made her jump. Oh
God. He was big. A dark,
thick, uncut shaft bobbed in front of her.
“Like what you see?” Joe
“Not much I like better than a
guy in shorts. Except maybe a guy out of shorts.”
“We aim to please.”
Kat eased the denim over his hips
and the shorts fell to the floor. He kicked them aside. Fuck.
She had a six-foot-three
naked hunk with broad, muscled shoulders and a long strong legs in
her closet. He had a beautiful cock and she knew that any moment, she
was going to wake up. Damn
“I like what I see,” Joe
said in a whisper. “You’re gorgeous.”
A little flame flickered in Kat’s
chest. His hands were still wrapped around the shelving and she had a
feeling he was letting her set the pace.
She dropped to her knees and
caressed the tops of his feet, ran her palms up the back of his
calves and felt his muscles tremble. When she stroked the back of his
knees, Joe wobbled and laughed. She licked a warm path up his thighs
moving from one to the other as his cock swayed inches from her face.
Kat spread her hands over the cheeks of his arse and gulped. Small,
hard and firm. One slow lick from the root of his cock to the velvety
crest to gather up a tiny pearl of precum and he growled. Kat showed
him the salty blob sitting on her tongue before she smeared it over
“Oh fuck,” he muttered.
Kat traced the thick vein at the
back of his cock with the tip of her tongue and brought her hands
around to stroke his angular hip bones before she touched his shaft.
She loved the way the silky outer skin of his cock slid over the
rigid core, loved the musky smell, his taste, loved best of all the
way he help himself rigid while little gasps and pants kept lurching
from his mouth. Kat trailed her tongue over the dark seam down the
middle of his heavy sac and gently took his balls into her mouth. She
felt the fragile centres dance around her tongue and she hummed.
“Kat, Kat,” he groaned.
“You’re killing me.”
She let him loose. “You’re
a soldier. Suck it up.”
He shook as he laughed. “That’s
what I hoped you were going to do.”
A swoop over the head of his cock to
engulf as much as she could, which frankly wasn’t a lot, and
his laughter came to a choked end. Kat moved one hand to the base of
his shaft and squeezed as he wrapped her mouth around the silky
crown. Short fast sucks. Long, slow swallows. Strong, hard pumps. His
fingers threaded her hair as he rocked into her and groaned.
“Oh God, that feels so good.
Your hot little mouth… Oh fuck.”
Kat twisted as she pumped, licked as
she sucked, varied every action to prolong the sensation of his thick
length surging into her, touching her throat. The muscles between her
legs clenched in time with each swallow. He dropped his hands to her
neck and rested his thumbs there as he fucked her mouth.
“I can feel my cock inside
you. Oh Christ, I’m going to come. You want me to pull out?”
Soldiers don’t retreat.
Neither did she. Kat
tightened her lips in answer. She’d never swallowed before, but
she wanted to now. One deep thrust and his cock bottomed out in her
throat. She felt his balls tighten and separate, his cock grew
larger, warmed, then pulsed. He cried out as he jerked, jetting into
the back of her mouth. Kat swallowed every tangy spurt, revelled in
each breathy gasp he uttered. She looked up and saw him staring down
at her as his orgasm faded. He smiled through panting breaths. A hand
reached to brush the hair from her eyes and he withdrew from her
“Come up here, sweet lips,”
he said and pulled her to her feet.
Kat wasn’t sure whether he’d
kiss her, whether he’d want to taste himself but his mouth
homed in on hers and he consumed her as if he were starving.
Joe’s head was spinning. Had
he knocked himself out when he’d fallen through the floor of
his closet? Killed himself? Was he dreaming some angel had given him
the blow job of a lifetime? Only he
was the one she thought
wasn’t real. She had this idea he was GI Joe, some toy soldier
come to life. But not really, did she? She plastered her hot body
against his and Joe wondered why he was wasting time thinking. He had
to turn off his analytical brain and go with the flow. Follow his
dick and not his head.
One twist of the band around her
hips and the thing broke. Her ass was so cute, all soft and curvy. He
tugged her against him as he kissed her and his cock perked up. Damn
that was fast. It was also impossible. Not that he was complaining.
But shit. Joe pushed his knee between hers so she’d open her
legs and he slid his hand to paradise.
Hot, wet, heaven. She clutched him
tighter, kissed him harder as he played with her swollen folds,
letting them slide between his fingers, taking care not to touch her
clit no matter how much she squirmed against him. Joe pulled back
from her mouth to grab some air. Hard to remember they needed to
breathe when the flames were so intense.
“Steady, sweet thing,”
He slid one finger deep inside her
as he stared into her eyes. She trembled and chewed on her bottom
lip. She felt like velvet, soft liquid heat and so wet she dripped
down his hand. Joe pulled his finger back, rubbed the tight nub of
her clit and she came apart in his arms, her legs giving way. If he
hadn’t been holding her, she’d have fallen. He adored
that he’d done that, adored her.
Christ, that’s a bit fast,
a bit strong. But he did.
Joe didn’t rush into things. He was Mr Cautious but he wanted
her on a bed, wanted to sink himself deep inside her and fuck her
again and again.
His cock was nudging between her
legs when he came to his senses. No condom. Damn his fucking shorts.
Condom in his wallet, but his wallet was in his pants hanging a few
inaccessible feet above his head. He could always pull out at the
last minute but it only took one little breaststroker to make it
through and turn him into a daddy. Joe knew the odds. Calculating
odds was his life.
“I’m on the pill.”
sound of his willpower disintegrating.
“I’m clean. I…I’ve
never not…” Joe gave up. The words weren’t coming
Kat grabbed the wire shelf behind
her head and hoisted her legs around his hips. Joe hoped the shelves
were firmly fixed, that the right screws had been used, then caught
sight of heaven and stopped worrying. He slipped one hand under her
backside and used the other to guide his cock into place. He looked
so big and she looked so small. Christ.
His cock head nudged
against her wet folds and he dipped a little way in and out.
“Joe!” she pleaded.
With one push he watched his cock
slide deep inside her, her blonde curls snug against his black and
his lungs locked. Unintelligible sounds were coming from both of them
until Joe managed to make sense.
“That’s so good,”
He put his other hand under her
backside to support her and she wrapped her legs around his hips and
dragged him deeper when he thought there was no deeper to go. She was
tight and hot and so sexy, Joe wanted to keep pushing, wanted more
than his cock inside her. He wanted his entire body to be inside her
which didn’t make any sense. He dropped his head to her nipple
and licked it. A lick turned to a suck and as he began to canter his
hips into her, he pulled on her nipple in time to the thrust of his
A little cry fluttered from her
mouth as he let her breast go, but his cock was in charge of his
brain now, shunting in firm, swift strokes as his orgasm built.
“Hold tight, sweetheart.”
He watched her hands clutch harder at the shelf, knuckles whitening
under the strain and felt her legs tighten around him. Not just her
Joe pounded into her, the friction
around his cock winding him towards oblivion. It was the flush across
her breast that tipped him over the brink. Her muscles clenched
around his cock as he came. Ah
God. How can I be this lucky?
The ache in his balls dissipated in
a wild rush of pleasure as cum erupted from him into her. He wrenched
her away from the rail and she flung her arms around his neck for the
last moments of the ride. Joe wished he could stay inside her
He pulled her tight into his arms as
her legs slid down his body, then rained kisses all over her face,
her forehead, down her nose, along the line of her chin, down her
“I’m always ready for
“Will you come again?”
He laughed. “Give me a minute
Kat frowned. “I mean, if I put
the doll in the closet.”
“Ah, yeah. Sure.” Oh
“It isn’t just magic for
His heart began to thump. “Not
if you don’t want it to be.”
She smiled and pulled away. “See
you tomorrow night, Joe.”
Kat closed the closet door and he
exhaled. What the fuck? He
grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. The doll lay where he’d
thrown it and he put it on top of her white bra before he hoisted
himself up back through the ceiling. He lay on the floor of his
closet to replace the panel and the square of wood he’d cut out
for the safe. Then he sat with his back to his closet door and ran
his fingers through his hair.
What the hell had that been about?
Did she really think he was a doll come to life? Was she crazy?
With sex like that, did he care?
Actually, he found that he did.
Joe couldn’t keep the story
bottled up any longer. He stood in the pub having a drink with his
friend Ken and told him everything. Ken’s jaw dropped.
“Fuck a duck,” he
gasped. “So she thinks you’re an action figure come to
Joe nodded. “Insane, isn’t
“You lucky bastard.”
Joe nodded harder. Yes
Ken grinned. “Think I should
buy a Barbie and throw her in my closet?”
Joe glared. “I’m
serious, Ken. What the fuck am I going to do? She doesn’t think
I exist outside the closet.”
“You sure that’s what
she thinks? She hasn’t seen you in the building, knows you live
above her and is pulling your leg?”
“I’ve never seen her
before. She really believes I’m GI Joe. I’ve got the
denim shorts, the hair, same little scar under my eye. Only while his
was no doubt inflicted in some fight with an enemy soldier, I got
mine when I took a nose dive on a building site I was inspecting.
God, she’s gorgeous. Breasts I could suffocate in, eyes I don’t
want to stop looking into, an ass I could… Yeah, well.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is, I’m not
GI Joe. I’m Joe Jarvis, risk assessor from Boulder, Colorado,
over here for a year on secondment. I didn’t step off a shelf
in a toy store. I’ve got a past and I’d like a future
“Go knock on her door.”
All the blood drained from Joe’s
head. “But what if she only wants the dream?”
Ken rolled his eyes. “Take a
Kat had opened and closed the door
of her closet so many times the following day she made the hinges
creak in annoyance. The action figure remained where she’d left
it with shorts unbuttoned, posed next to one of her stilettos. She
closed the door and sighed. So he wasn’t going to come. Kat had
gone through so many theories as to how he’d managed to get
inside her flat and dismissed all but one.
He was a burglar.
Of course, that left her with the
difficulty of explaining his lack of clothes apart from the shorts.
But what other explanation could there be? Unless he really was
GI Joe and this was
magic. Ha! Was
Jennifer that weird? There had been those odd things that had
Yet Joe had the same
scar, the same muscular body, the same shorts as the doll. Kat
slammed the heel of her hand against her forehead. Maybe she’d
imagined the whole thing including today’s aching muscles.
Only one way to find out.
One flight of stairs away, there was
Kat took a deep breath before she
left her flat and walked up the stairs. Another deep breath before
she could bring herself to knock on the door. In her other hand, she
clutched GI Joe. Before an overload of anxiety of thinking too hard
sent her fleeing back down the stairs, she knocked.
A woman answered. Small, petite,
long dark hair. Wedding ring on her finger. Oh
no. Kat turned to ice.
“Yes?” the woman asked.
“Sorry, wrong flat.”
Kat turned and went back down the
stairs. She couldn’t face looking at her closet door so she
Joe stood outside Kat’s
apartment, his heart pounding. Before he could even knock, the door
opened and a harassed looking guy came out.
“What?” the guy snapped.
“Do… Do you live here?”
Joe took in the Are
you a moron? glare and
backed off. “Sorry, wrong apartment.”
He paused at the stairs and instead
of going up to his place, he walked down in a daze.
Outside on the street, he took a
deep breath. His hands were shaking. He didn’t know what he was
thinking. Anger that she’d tricked him? Or regret? He jolted as
the guy he’d just spoken to emerged behind him with a woman and
a little boy. The woman wasn’t Kat. Had she moved out? Joe
started to follow them and stopped. He didn’t need a fist in
his face. He needed Kat.
Almost as though thinking her name
had brought her into his line of sight, Joe saw her. She stood
outside the door of the building across the street, holding GI Joe by
the arm. Joe forgot to look both ways. Forgot to check again just in
case. Forgot he wasn’t supposed to be a real man. He rushed
across the street and then froze in front of her.
“I went to your flat.”
They both spoke at the same time and laughed in sync.
“You live over there?”
“And you live over here?”
Kat gulped. “One I’d
convinced myself you weren’t a burglar with a spare set of
keys, I decided you’d come through the ceiling of my closet
from the floor of yours.”
“I did so this doesn’t
make sense. We don’t live in the same building.”
He reached up to rake his fingers
through his hair and Kat caught hold of his hand.
“No, it doesn’t but
assuming we haven’t both gone mad at the same time, does it
Anxiety was written all over her
lovely face. Joe smiled and pulled her into his arms and kissed her,
the doll pressed between them. His erection grew larger by the
“Come upstairs to my place,”
Kat whispered. “Do you think we can get to yours from mine? Is
there some slip in the time continue whatsit?”
“What the hell is that?”
She chuckled. “I have no
Kat tugged him by the hand, up the
stairs, into her apartment and over to her closet. Somehow Joe wasn’t
surprised to find the ceiling panel firmly fixed in place and the
beams above untouched.
“Not going to work anymore,
hot lips,” he said.
Kat pouted. “Damn, and I was
going to see what happened if I put two action figures in there.”
Joe laughed. “Does this mean
the magic’s gone from our relationship?”
Kat grinned. “Take off those
shorts, soldier, and let’s see.”
About the Author
Barbara Elsborg lives in Kent in the
south of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed
to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it
was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of
sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several
years successfully selling cyanide.
After dragging up two rotten,
ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful
husband (who can now stop twisting her arm), she finally has time to
conduct an affair with an electrifying, plugged-in male—her
Her books feature quirky heroines
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There are a few linked books in this
list but all can be read as stand-alones.
Summer Girl Winter Boy
Kiss a Falling Star
An Ordinary Girl
Perfect Timing (Bedlingham brothers
Something About Polly (Bedlingham
brothers book 2)
Doing the Right Thing (Mansell
brothers book 1)
Finding the Right One (Mansell
brothers book 2)
The Princess and the Prepper
Snow Play (novella)
On the Right Track (novella)
Short Stories (MF)
The Bad Widow
Two Birds, One Stone
Short Stories (MM)
Romantic Suspense (MF)
Crossing the Line
With or Without Him
Give Yourself Away
With or Without Him
Falling (Fall and Break book 1)
Breaking (Fall and Break book 2)
Bloodline (Norwood book 2)
The Demon You Know (Norwood book 3)
Anna in the Middle
Girl Most Likely to
Just What She Wants (novella)
Paranormal MFs and MMFs
Perfect Trouble MF
Power of Love MF
Kiss Interrupted MF
Jumping in Puddles MF (Norwood book
The Small Print MMF
Worlds Apart MMF
The Consolation Prize MF (Trueblood
Falling for You MF (Trueblood book
Lightning in a Bottle MF ((Trueblood
The Misfits MMF (Trueblood book 4)
Fight to Remember MMF (Trueblood
Lucy in the Sky MF (sci fi)
Taking Stock MMF (sci fi)
Just One Bite MF novella