Elements of Rapture
Tropes:
Forbidden
Single Dad
Grumpy/Sunshine
Forced-Proximity
Single Dad
Grumpy/Sunshine
Forced-Proximity
Adrift
Rani Shah is everything I can’t have–too young, too sweet, too innocent. Not to mention, she’s my late wife’s sister and my son’s nanny.
So when she asked me to kiss her, I should have refused.
When she begged me to touch her, I could have turned her down.
When she coaxed me to take the one thing she’s never given away–her virginity–a better man would have walked away.
Should have, could have, would have . . .
But I didn’t.
She should have been living the carefree life of a nineteen-year-old.
She could have avoided all my broken pieces and jagged edges.
She would have been able to save herself before I got a taste.
Should have, could have, would have . . .
But she didn’t.
Some love stories are forbidden from the start.
Ours is one of them.
So when she asked me to kiss her, I should have refused.
When she begged me to touch her, I could have turned her down.
When she coaxed me to take the one thing she’s never given away–her virginity–a better man would have walked away.
Should have, could have, would have . . .
But I didn’t.
She should have been living the carefree life of a nineteen-year-old.
She could have avoided all my broken pieces and jagged edges.
She would have been able to save herself before I got a taste.
Should have, could have, would have . . .
But she didn’t.
Some love stories are forbidden from the start.
Ours is one of them.
Tropes:
Convenient Marriage
Single Mom
Forced Proximity
Single Mom
Forced Proximity
Ascend
Did I plan to marry the single mom I’ve wanted for years on a drunken whim in Vegas? No.
Do I regret it? Heck no!
Bella Patel might think we’re just friends, or that I’m nothing but a playboy pilot, or even that this marriage is only a temporary charade . . . but I’m hell-bent on proving her wrong.
If she’s skittish and stubborn, then I’m dependable and determined.
So, when her scumbag baby-daddy threatens her and she asks me to double down on our ruse, I’m only too eager to comply.
My condition? For her and her daughter to move in with me. You know, for ‘optics’ sake.
Because by the end of this marriage contract, the only jackpot I want to win is a chance at forever with her.
Do I regret it? Heck no!
Bella Patel might think we’re just friends, or that I’m nothing but a playboy pilot, or even that this marriage is only a temporary charade . . . but I’m hell-bent on proving her wrong.
If she’s skittish and stubborn, then I’m dependable and determined.
So, when her scumbag baby-daddy threatens her and she asks me to double down on our ruse, I’m only too eager to comply.
My condition? For her and her daughter to move in with me. You know, for ‘optics’ sake.
Because by the end of this marriage contract, the only jackpot I want to win is a chance at forever with her.
Tropes:
Angst
Brother's Best Friend
Friends to Lovers
One Bed
Firefighter
Brother's Best Friend
Friends to Lovers
One Bed
Firefighter
ABLAZE
Nine years . . . That’s how long I’ve secretly loved my brother’s best friend. A man who fights fires for a living but sets me ablaze with nothing but a cocky grin.
Dean Meyer has made it clear that we’re just friends–best friends. So when we get stranded in an epic snowstorm, sharing one bed in a roadside motel, what could go wrong?
Everything.
We may have blurred the lines over the past nine years, but we’d never crossed them. Not the way we did that night.
He promised nothing would change. That he’d forget every kiss and every touch, every whimper and every moan. He promised we’d walk out the door and go back to the way things were.
He promised . . . but he lied.
And now, a year of missed calls and unanswered texts later, we find ourselves forced back together again.
Will the fire still burn between us, or did that one night’s blaze leave us with nothing but ashes?
Dean Meyer has made it clear that we’re just friends–best friends. So when we get stranded in an epic snowstorm, sharing one bed in a roadside motel, what could go wrong?
Everything.
We may have blurred the lines over the past nine years, but we’d never crossed them. Not the way we did that night.
He promised nothing would change. That he’d forget every kiss and every touch, every whimper and every moan. He promised we’d walk out the door and go back to the way things were.
He promised . . . but he lied.
And now, a year of missed calls and unanswered texts later, we find ourselves forced back together again.
Will the fire still burn between us, or did that one night’s blaze leave us with nothing but ashes?
Tropes:
Convenient Marriage
Single Mom
Forced Proximity
Single Mom
Forced Proximity
Abyss
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