Ashley

Mia Lorenzo wasn’t exactly my top choice for a wife. She is 14 years younger, a hopeless romantic, and in line to become the head of the family that just orchestrated my father’s murder. Too bad my father's dying wish was for me to marry Luca Lorenzo's daughter. I will unite the two families for my father’s sake, even if it’s just to find proof that they killed him. The only problem is my brand-new wife. That auburn hair, those bright blue eyes, and the way my gut twists whenever I see another man go near her.

Grant Neville is my father’s best friend. The person he trusts the most in the world. Forbidden territory personified. I know it is wrong on so many levels, but I can’t seem to get enough of his presence.... His ocean-blue eyes have a way of finding me in every room, his dimples make my knees go weak, and my hands itch to be buried in his dark hair. But I know better by now. My history with older men has left me with plenty of scars, and Grant is not just any older man.

Bringing sunshine to a frozen town, I sought simplicity. But a blizzardy encounter with him became my true tempest. Why rescue me from the storm and then retreat back inside his shell? His past holds secrets; his silence is a story. A gruff demeanor that I aim to crack. Dominant dismissals only stoke my submissive desires to crack his rugged exterior and expose the passionate heart that lies within. Amidst howling winds, passions ignite.

At her aunt’s funeral, Laurel stumbles across an irate woman shouting at a gorgeous man, calling him a jerk, a prick, and a grumpy asshole. Then she meets Sebastian and adds a few names to that list. Because he may be hot as sin, but he has the personality of a rabid, prickly porcupine. And Laurel has enough trouble.

Kenzie Wardwell knows she’ll never get a happily ever after. Her family, all witches of light, have been cursed for generations. No Wardwell woman can truly join with her soulmate until a Wardwell and a Turner fully open their souls to one another.

Ash is a walking red flag. He is domineering and always in a bad mood. Tragically widowed, yet still in love with his long-dead wife, a single dad to three mini versions of himself, and much too old for me. But I’ve wanted him since I was 16. Seeing him again more than a decade later, all those old feelings just rush back in. Every time when I look up into his deep green eyes, dark scruffy beard, and kissable dimples, all I want is to fall into his arms and never leave. Too much wine and one bed-rocking night later, everything changed.

It started out as a request. That turned into a dare. Now, I am falling for a man I can’t have. He’s my stepbrother. But that doesn’t make my desire to have him any less. Or my will to find a way for us to be together.

How can something so wrong be so perfect at the same time? Rule number five - I'm going to show you some things that you'll never forget. It's wrong. Not just this, but everything. I knew it was wrong, but I thought I could get away with it. Why, though? I'm not like this. I'm good. I'm the good girl, the girl with perfect grades, the girl who does everything right, prim and proper. I don't cause trouble, I don't get into trouble, I don't....

We all have our strengths and weakness. We're all good at something and bad at something else. This is why we need each other. This is why it makes sense for Ethan and me to be together. I'm the good girl, the careful, cautious one who thinks before she acts. Ethan is the bad boy, the risk taker, the person who jumps into action regardless of the consequences. Sometimes you can't wait to think before you act, though. Sometimes you can't be careful or cautious.

Bad boys love bad ideas. It's kind of their thing, isn't it? Ethan's no exception. Rule Number Seven - I don't care what you've done before. It doesn't matter. It's about what you want to do now. I'm really bad at being a good girl, aren't I? I blame Ethan. He's corrupting me. It's the perfect excuse, but I'm not sure how much longer I can keep using it.