When life spins wildly out of control, a bossy hockey star and a curvy maid will find forever…or be forever ruined.
I know everything there is to know about hockey.
Right now, I'd give everything just to understand her.
Charlotte Mabry is a curvy little goddess with the sweetest smile.
She's also my mother's boyfriend's favorite niece.
Dating her is off the table so I hired her to work for me instead.
I never expected to find her asleep in my bed.
Or for our first kiss to hit the news.
But I don't care who knows about us. She's mine now.
My mom always told me falling in love was easy.
But she left out important instructions.
Like what to do when your Prince Charming is a hockey star…
And you're a certified hot mess.
She also forgot to mention what to do when you find yourself homeless and falling asleep in his bed.
When I dreamed of Theo kissing me, I didn't expect it to end up like this.
Now the whole world is watching, and I'm one disaster away from infamy.
When he finds out the truth, he'll never look at me the same way again.
And I already know losing him will break me.
When this OTT hockey star falls for a hot mess, there's danger on the ice. Just kidding. But there is a lot of steam, which is basically the same thing. If you enjoy laugh-out-loud comedy, adorably sweet hockey stars, and hopeless heroines, you'll love Theo and Charlotte! As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.
Two wrongs make the best right for an over-the-top professor and curvy graduate student.
My mom always said there are plenty of fish in the sea.
But she never met Kane Maxwell.
He's the only fish I see.
He's everything I've ever wanted in a man—caring, intelligent, hot, and bossy.
The only problem?
He has no clue who I am until I sign up for a curvy dating app and match with him.
He knows who I am now...except for that one pesky detail I forgot to mention.
He's my new professor.
And classes begin Monday.
Three days ago, I fell in love with an angel and did the unthinkable.
I joined the dating app I heard her talking about just so I could find her.
When I do, she's everything I knew she would be--beautiful, sweet, sassy.
Her big green eyes and voluptuous curves drive me wild.
The only problem?
Relationships with students are strictly forbidden.
I should have told her the truth from the start.
But when she looks at me, I'm not thinking about class.
All I'm thinking about is making her mine forever.
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My heart leaps into my throat as soon as I see the notification from the app. My hands shake as I unlock my phone and pull the app up to read it.
Kane: Sweet Maya, I need to know… If you're here, who's running heaven?
I stare at his message for a long moment and then giggle. It's cheesy and ridiculous but also sweet at the same time. Far sweeter than I expected from someone who looks like he could give the devil a run for his money.
Me: I left Abel in charge.
Kane: Good choice. God always favored him.
Kane: Not to be forward, but you're fucking beautiful. That sweet smile bowled me over, baby girl.
My stomach flutters, excitement firing through my system. He's flirting with me. He thinks I'm beautiful. Holy crap. If I'm dreaming, I'm never waking up again.
I hesitate for a second, not sure what to say back to him. And then inspiration strikes, and I go for it.
Me: You're not so bad yourself. If you were a Transformer, you'd be Optimus Fine.
Kane: Nice. What else do you got?
Me: If you were a fruit, you'd be a fine-apple.
Kane: I think there's something wrong with my phone. Would you mind calling it?
Me: Um, sure. What's your number?
I wait for him to give it to me.
Kane: It's a pick-up line, sweet Maya.
My stomach twists. Even though he can't see me, my cheeks flame with embarrassment. Of course it's a pick-up line and he wasn't asking me to call him.
Kane: But you should absolutely call me so I can ask you out over the phone. I'd like to hear that sweet voice.
"Oh my gosh," I whisper, my hands shaking when he immediately sends his number. I stare at it for a long time, my mind completely blank.
Kane: Shit. Too soon?
Me: No. I'm just nervous. Um, I've never done this before.
Kane: So I'm your first, huh? I like the sound of that.
Me: I don't date much.
Kane: That's good news for me. I promise not to bite.
My stomach flutters again. Though, I don't think it's nerves this time. The thought of him biting me is…sexy as hell, to be honest. There's something about being behind a screen that makes me feel bolder, braver.
Me: What if I want you to bite?
Kane: You like playing with fire, huh?
Kane: Truth is, I've been thinking about sinking my teeth into that gorgeous body for longer than I should admit. Would you slap me if I told you that my dick is rock hard for you right now, sweet Maya?
Oh my gosh. I press the heel of my hand to my forehead, trying to cool myself down. It doesn't work. I feel like I'm on fire.
Kane: Good because it's true. Just so we're clear, I plan to fuck you. Repeatedly. But I'm not interested in a quick hookup. There's nothing quick about the things I'm going to do to you. And while I'm doing them, I plan to make you fall for me.
Oh, wow. I set my phone on the desk and pinch my arm, just to make sure I'm awake and not dreaming any of this. I'm not because it hurts like hell when I catch my skin between my fingers and squeeze. This is really happening right now. Kane Maxwell wants to sleep with me. He wants me to fall for him.
Kane: Call me, baby girl. Let me hear that beautiful voice.
I dial his number before I can talk myself out of it. My heart beats so loud I hear it better than I do the single ring.
"Maya," Kane says as soon as he answers. His voice is a velvety growl of sound that's entirely wicked. It reminds me of a big cat purring. Right before it pounces. "You called."
"You asked me to," I remind him.
"I know. I just wasn't sure if you would or not."
"I know you just met me five minutes ago, but I want you to go out with me tonight," he says, not wasting any time. I like it. He gets right to the point. "I'll keep my hands to myself if that's what you want, but I want to see you."
I hesitate, torn between throwing caution to the wind and saying yes, and telling him the truth and saying no. Come Monday, this man will be my professor. I should tell him that, right?
Three may be a crowd, but it takes four to make a family for this single dad and his twin girls.
Two years ago, my ex-wife tried to frame me for embezzlement.
My life crumbled, leaving me the single father of two little girls.
I swore I'd never trust a woman again…
Until Jenna Kirby waltzes into my life and turns it upside down.
She's like no one I've ever met.
Her bright eyes and big personality hide a heart of gold.
I've never felt like this about anyone. Neither have my girls.
My ex-wife going to prison didn't destroy us but losing Jenna will.
If I can't convince her to keep us, we may never recover.
I came to town to do a job.
Instead, I spend the day playing pirates with two precocious little girls.
When I meet their father, Mac Sterling, my whole life changes.
He's the most amazing father I've ever met. He might also be the hottest.
The way I feel about him and his daughters is unreal.
But he gave love a chance once and got burned. Worse, so did his girls.
Asking him to take a chance on loving me when it could hurt them is terrifying.
But I know this man and his girls were meant for me.
Somehow, I'll make him see it too.
When this billionaire single father and his twins fall for a curvy reporter, they'll pull out all the stops to keep her forever. If sugary-sweet and extra steamy romance, doting daddies, and wily little girls make your heart pitter-patter, you'll love Mac, Jenna, and the twins! As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a sugary-sweet and guaranteed HEA.
Can a rockstar with a bad reputation convince a sheltered young artist that loving him is worth any risk?
Until last year, I had it all. Fame. Fortune. Family.
One horrible decision nearly destroyed everything
I've been tormented by guilt ever since.
Until the moment I set eyes on her.
Everleigh Townsend is the light to my dark. My muse. My future.
But she wants nothing to do with me.
Convincing her that I'm not the out-of-control rockstar I used to be will take a miracle.
But I'll talk the devil into heaven if that's what it takes to make her mine.
My whole life, I've had one goal. To paint like the masters.
Now, my goal is within reach, but I feel it slipping further away.
Every time Saint Greenway touches me, everything else disappears.
The world says he's a monster. He agrees.
But I've never felt as whole as I do when I'm with him.
Until my parents find out about us, and my life spins out of control.
How can loving someone be wrong when it feels so right?
When this older rockstar falls for a young college student, he'll do whatever it takes to convince her to give him a chance. If redeemed bad boys, sugary-sweet romance, and scorching hot romance sound like a good time to you, you'll love this Wicked Saint and his muse! As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a sticky-sweet and guaranteed HEA.
"Will you please stop trying to hold my hand?" I huff, trying to pull away again.
That's it. Nope.
Just one infuriating word.
I'm not sure what possesses me to do it. Temporary insanity, maybe. But I bring our linked hands up close to my mouth and bite his forearm. Hard.
He growls and then I'm pressed up against the wall with his hard body against mine. I'm not even sure how it happens. He just…moves me like it's nothing. His forest-green eyes sear into me, burning like a brand. He doesn't look mad, but his eyes blaze with deadly heat.
"Bite me again and you'll be pregnant with my kid before you can say my name, Everleigh," he growls, pressing his body against mine. And oh my god. He feels good. Everywhere.
My entire body ignites in a rush of desire that leaves me gasping for breath. He really is hard everywhere, like a stone slab. Except he's burning hot, his body trembling against mine like he feels the same thing I do. As if he aches like I do.
"You c-can't talk to me like that." I don't even recognize my own voice. It's breathy, more of a moan than actual speech.
"Yeah?" His handsome face looms closer, his nose skimming down my temple toward my ear. That simple touch sends shards of pleasure stabbing into me. My entire body buzzes with electricity, short-circuiting my system. "I see the way you keep looking at me. I bet if I touched your panties right now, they'd be wet for me, wouldn't they?"
"N-no," I lie.
I expect him to call me out on it, but he doesn't. He presses his lips to my cheek in a soft kiss and then steps back, putting space between us. His dark eyes rove over me again, his expression softening. "Come on, baby. I promise I'll get you to class as soon as we figure this shit out."
I gape at him for a moment, my head spinning. One minute, he's saying filthy things to me. The next, he's being sweet as pie. I'm not sure which I like more. Both, I think.
There's no way I'm telling him that.
Just because I dream about him doesn't mean I like him. Just because he sets my body on fire doesn't mean I want him.
Except…I do. On both counts.
Love is the final test for this professor and his star student.
My brothers are mobsters. Criminals.
They rule their kingdoms with iron fists.
I'm nothing like them.
I'm an astrophysicist. A professor.
My lecture hall is full of laughter.
Until I set eyes on Norah Bishop.
She needs my help, but I need her.
And I'll do whatever it takes to keep her.
Even if it means returning to the family I left.
All I've ever wanted was to be a scientist like my dad.
But I stumbled into something I shouldn't have.
Now, the biggest criminal in Chicago is coming for me.
And the only person who can help me is his brother...my new professor.
I don't want to drag Nico into this.
But when he touches me, I lose all control.
He's my professor. I think I want him to be my forever instead.
Loving him comes with a price.
But losing him will break me.
If you enjoy over-the-top nerdy men, curvy heroines willing to risk it all, and forbidden student-teacher romance, you'll love Nico and Norah's sugary-sweet and extra steamy story! As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a guaranteed HEA.
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"My mom used to tell me that scientists aren't created. They're born."
"Do you believe that?" I whisper.
He's silent for a minute. "I met you," he says then.
Oh. Wow. I'm not sure what to say to that or what it even means. But I know instinctively that he means it in the most flattering way possible.
"My dad is a scientist," I say after a moment.
"You know him?"
"I've met him a few times," he says. His voice rumbles at my back like a comforting song. "He's a good man. Hell of a scientist."
"Yeah, he is," I say, smiling. My dad is amazing.
"You want to be an astrophysicist like him, angel?"
"No, I want to be a geophysicist," I say.
"Ah, that explains it."
"Explains what?" I shift against him, trying to get comfortable. He's a warm weight at my back, his arm around me somehow more comforting than a security blanket.
"Why you know so much about magnetohydrodynamics," he growls, his arm tightening around me. "Stay still, Norah."
"I can't help it. There's something poking me in the…" I trail off as realization dawns. It's his penis. Dick? Cock? Tallywhacker? I'm not sure what I'm supposed to call it, and I'm not sure if they're normally that big, but good grief! He's massive. And hard. For me? Or simply because I'm a female and I'm in his bed?
"Trust me," he grits out, "I'm well aware that it's poking you in the back. Why do you think I need you to stop wiggling?"
"Oh," I whisper. And then I wiggle again. I can't help it!
"Norah," he groans.
"Is it always like that? I mean, obviously it's not always like that. That would probably be uncomfortable, not to mention impossible to hide. It feels rather…large. But is it always like that when you have women in your bed?"
"It's been that way for the last six weeks," he mutters, grasping my hip to keep me still. "And I wouldn't know how he reacts to women in my bed since you're the first. But he's a little more discerning than you think, angel."
Six weeks? Is he saying–?
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
"Because I know you, beautiful girl. You think loudly."
"You cannot hear my thoughts." I flip around so I'm facing him, which causes an entirely different problem with his…dick. It's now pressed right against the top of my mound. And oh my god. If I moved just a little bit, it would be right there. My breathing turns choppy as a wave of intense longing rips through me like a gale.
"I don't have to hear them," he says, his voice soft. His breath washes across my face. We're so close together, I can smell the mint of his toothpaste. "You're an eager, curious little thing."
"You're a virgin? There's no way you're a virgin. You're way too hot."
"Norah," he growls.
"I'm not a saint, but I've never slept with anyone."
"Seriously?" I gape at him in the dark. My eyes have adjusted, and I can make out a little of his body. He's a thick shadow in the dark, the whites of his eyes obvious as he stares at me. "Why not?"
"Because sex should mean something," he says.
"Oh." I process that for a moment.
"It would mean something with you."
"Does that mean–?"
"Yes," he says, sending my heart soaring. He's thought about having sex with me. The next words out of his mouth send my heart plummeting back to earth. "But we're not doing that."
He's quiet for a minute and then he sighs. "Because you're exhausted and frightened and when we go there, I don't want to wonder if it's because you feel the same way or if it's because you're just looking for comfort."
"Oh," I whisper.
"Go to sleep, angel."
We both fall quiet. My mind is spinning in dizzy circles, making sleep all but impossible. He's thought about sleeping with me. He wants it to mean something to me.
"It would mean something to me," I whisper.
The heat between this curvy model and an infamous photographer will melt the camera. But will it lead to forever?
I may own a modeling agency, but it's been a long time since I was in front of the camera.
Until I was named one of Le CRV Magazine's Women of the Year.
The infamous photographer, silver fox and certified grump, Sage Grimes, is in charge of the photoshoot.
He makes me want to come alive for him...in more ways than one.
He asked for one night. I agreed.
But I think I made a mistake.
The night hasn't even ended, and I'm already hooked.
A photographer's role is to capture his subjects.
But we're not supposed to want to keep them for ourselves.
Except that's exactly what I want to do with Trinity Larsen.
I never expected to fall this hard and fast for that beautiful smile.
Asking for one night was a mistake.
Forever is where I should have started.
Because she's leaving in the morning, and I'm not ready to let her go.
Is it too late to change the rules of our agreement?
When this curvy model decides to give it up to a growly older man, she falls hard and fast for his bossy ways. Will one steamy night be the start of forever? If you enjoy steamy-sweet short instalove reads, boss babes, and a little bit of risk, you'll love Trinity and Sage! Model Behavior is part of the Le CRV series.
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Excerpt from Model Behavior:
"Right there," Sage says. "Don't move, baby girl."
I freeze exactly where I am, holding the accidental pose. He keeps calling me that. I never imagined such a simple pet name could sound so sexy. But I love the way he says it. Hell, who am I kidding? I've known him for a matter of hours and there's nothing about him I don't like.
He snaps several more photos and then lowers his camera.
I stay in position, waiting for his cue that I'm free to move around.
His eyes come to me, one corner of his lip lifting. "Vanna will love these," he says, holding out a hand to me. "Come here and look."
I obediently cross the rooftop on bare feet to stand next to him. He wraps his hand around my wrist, tugging me closer to him. The heat of his body sears into me. He's burning hot, a veritable inferno. I catch myself swaying toward him and lock my knees to keep from pressing up against his body.
He holds the camera up, allowing me to see the photos he just took.
"Oh, wow," I whisper, staring at the small screen. The pool is at my feet with the city at my back. My expression is heated, my lips slightly parted. I look like I just had sex or want to have sex. I'm not sure. But the pictures are good. "I look…"
"You look sexy as hell," Sage murmurs, turning his head to look at me.
"Thank you," I whisper, my cheeks heating at the compliment.
"What were you thinking about?"
You thrusting between my lips.
"N-nothing," I lie.
I shake my head.
"Liar," he whispers, moving his face closer to me so Gabby can't hear what he says. "You whimpered right before I took this photo, Trinity."
Oh my god.
"I didn't," I gasp quietly.
"You did." His warm breath hits my neck, his beard tickling my skin. "You were thinking naughty thoughts. Were they about me, sweet lamb?"
"Liar," he says again, his voice a gruff purr that liquefies my insides. "But that's all right. You'll tell me what you were thinking about before the day is over."
Can this dirty boy convince his curvy girl that love is worth any risk?
Behind my back, people call me rude.
To my face, they call me a star.
I never cared what anyone had to say.
All that mattered to me was football and my family.
The minute I saw Ella Morgan, everything changed.
Now all I think about is that sweet smile.
She thinks we're just a summer fling. She's wrong.
There's nothing temporary about the way she makes me feel.
One way or another, this curvy little goddess will be mine.
Even if I have to play dirty to win her.
Last week, I destroyed my drug-dealing father's supply and skipped town.
All I want to do is lay low until school starts.
Except Dante Duncan refuses to leave me alone.
He's the biggest, bossiest college football star I've ever seen.
He says we're meant to be.
I'm starting to believe he might be right.
But I don't need the kind of attention he draws.
I promised myself I wouldn't fall for him.
Except I'm pretty sure it's already too late.
How am I supposed to say goodbye at the end of the summer?
If you enjoy steamy sweet romance, young love, and bossy men who know exactly what they want, you'll love Dante and Ella's dirty hot story!
Dirty Boy is part of the Boys of Summer multi-author series.
Nichole Rose is a short romance author returning to life on the West Coast after a long stint in the Dirty South. Her books feature headstrong, curvy women and the alpha males who adore them. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits.
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