Men at Work Romance

Dirty Bandit. The hottest band in the world. Talented. Good looking. And the biggest jerks ever. Yeah, every girl loves a bad boy rockstar. Or three. But what about stuck-on-themselves too-cool-for-school party boys who can't keep their pants zipped? Who also happened to make my life a living...

"My English professor, whom I'd shaken my stuff in front of less than twenty-four hours earlier, recognized me without any trouble. Yup. While I stood there droning on about my favorite author, he was probably remembering the freckle on my left butt cheek." Wellshire University's hottest...

Headlands Hospital's hottest doctors. Brilliant. Good looking. And terribly off limits. I went to the hospital with an aching . . . need. And the handsome doctors made me all better with their big . . . instruments. I want to show them my . . . gratitude. But first I have make sure they don't...

The city's hottest bodyguards. Deadly. Fearless. Gorgeous as hell. And assigned to protect . . . me. Cal watches over me with . . . vigilance. Dexter is an amazing . . . shot. And Thorn is talented with . . . his hands. Just go on about your day, they say. Pretend we're not there. But how could...

I swore I’d never come back to Flood Creek Ranch. Now I’m under the same roof as the three men who own it. They’re not just keeping the land alive—they’re making sure I remember every reason I ran from this town. One is my brother’s best friend. One is my ex-high school sweetheart. And the last? My father’s sworn enemy. They’re too familiar. Too dangerous. Too tempting. And they’ve made it clear: my stay here won’t be free. They’ll show me the ropes. Take me for a wild ride I won’t forget. And remind me exactly what happens when the cock crows at dawn. I thought coming home would be temporary.

Rule #1: Don’t mess with the Mafia. Rule #2: Definitely don’t fall for three of them. Guess I like breaking rules. The Vegas Mafia’s hottest men weren’t part of my plan. Now they’re the only plan I’ve got. Three men — dangerous, demanding, and far too tempting. One is quiet, always watching. His gaze scorches, his touch burns. One is volatile, a storm I should avoid — until he drags me into the fire. And the last? He hides a filthy imagination behind an innocent smile. They’ve pulled me straight into Vegas’s darkest underworld. I should resist.