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.
Le CRV isn’t just a magazine; it’s a way of life, and these five curvy women are going to show you what it’s all about. Whether they're whipping up batches of tasty chocolate treats or designing stellar, trend-setting outfits, they do it with style, grace, and killer curves. This August, meet Le CRV Magazine's Women of the Year and the men who love them.
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.
A little ball of sunshine just ignited this hitman's world.
Kieran "Ghost" Knight
No one sees me, even when I'm standing right in front of them.
Until I meet Savannah Greenway.
She's a little ball of sunshine with the sweetest smile.
She sees me even though she shouldn't.
Even though it's dangerous for her.
She thinks I'm a good guy. I'm not.
My past is littered with bodies.
When I think about the future though, all I see is her.
I have no business claiming her.
That won't stop me.
I'll walk through hell if that's what it takes to make her mine.
Kieran Knight appeared out of the dark like an avenging angel.
He saved my life even though it cost him his job.
He thinks I don't know who he is.
He's wrong. I know he kills people for money.
I know that should matter to me. It doesn't.
My past is full of pain.
When I think about the future, all I want is him.
Maybe I shouldn't want him, but he was made for me.
And I won't give up until he sees it too.
If you enjoy growly hitmen, sassy heroines, and age-gap romance, you'll love Kieran and Savannah's sweet and steamy story!
This June meet 22 heroes who are downright dangerous. These alphas do nothing half-way. They may have blood on their hands, but they have love in their hearts. Some romances were written in the stars — but these hitmen must fight heaven and earth for the women they love.
An Alternate Beginning
"Justice?" Milan Cooper says, blinking her wide blue eyes at me from the kitchen doorway. She pushes her messy blonde hair away from her heart-shaped face, staring up at me. She's been sleeping. There's a pillow crease on her cheek and confusion in her eyes. She's soft and rumpled, the sweetest little princess I've ever met.
She tugs on the hem of her long t-shirt as if to hide her thick thighs from me. There's no point. I memorized every dip and curve on her body long before I should have. Those pale thighs and hard little nipples taunt me every day, demanding I give in and let the devil take my soul. If I thought for a minute that I could be worthy of her, I'd do it without hesitation.
Her expression clears as she processes the fact that I'm standing in front of her. She stands upright, her shoulders back and her jaw squared as if she's expecting a fight. Most people are afraid of me. Milan isn't most people. She pushes my buttons just because she can.
She thinks she's a lion. I know better. She's an innocent little lamb, a harmless kitten. She may scratch and hiss and claw, but underneath all that attitude, she's soft, sweet, and delicate. She fights like hell to hide it, but I see it. I see her.
She's a virginal little princess…and I'm the beast who jerks off to thoughts of her screaming for daddy to fuck her. My soul was black long before she was born. There aren't many crimes I haven't committed. My hands are stained with the blood of the men I've killed on my way to the top. My brother and his wife were among them, gunned down in vengeance because
I'm a merciless, unforgiving bastard.
I know what people say about me. They aren't wrong. I'm the monster other monsters fear. The one they wish they could become. I may have gone legit over a decade ago, but blood doesn't wash clean just because you don a thousand-dollar suit. Expensive fabric stains too.
"I thought you were out of town," Milan says, her voice rough with sleep.
I feel it in my guts, feel my dick reacting to her.
"I was," I murmur, holding my beer out to her. I shouldn't. She's only nineteen. Just turned it half an hour ago, in fact. Her birthday is the only reason I came home. Spending time around Milan is…not wise. I see the way she looks at me. I know what she wants from me.
My little princess needs a daddy.
I wish like hell I could be that man. She's been my obsession since I first laid eyes on her. And she has no idea just how deep that obsession runs. The men who follow her. The cameras that watch her. The pictures I have of her. No, she doesn't know those things. She wouldn't be standing in my kitchen if she did.
She takes the beer from me, her fingers brushing mine.
My dick throbs.
She squirms, pressing her thighs together. She tries to play it off, pretend I don't affect her. We both know she's full of shit. She wanted me long before it was right. Hell, it still isn't right. She may be nineteen, but I'm twice her age. She's my niece's best friend. There are a thousand reasons I can't have her. But watching her find happiness with someone else is going to destroy me. I have no illusions about that.
"Ainsley will be happy to see you."
"Didn't come to see Ainsley, princess." I shouldn't tell her that, but her prick of a father isn't coming home for her birthday. He's living it up on his yacht with whores and blow, neglecting his daughter like usual. The only reason I haven't killed the motherfucker is because I know it would break Milan's heart. She still loves him. She deserves to know someone showed up for her, even if it is just me.
"Oh," she whispers, her expression softening. She takes a sip from my bottle, grimacing at the taste.
I reach into my pocket, pull out the box hidden there.
Her curious eyes meet mine.
"This is for you."
"You bought me a present?"
I arch a brow. "Are you complaining, baby girl?"
"No, I…" She quickly shakes her head. "No."
I take the beer from her, dropping the box into her outstretched hands.
She opens it slowly, peeling the pink paper off as if she wants to savor the experience. I want to kill her father all over again. Since the day Ainsley brought Milan home for the first time, she's been alone. She lives in a mansion with memories of the mom who died when she was a baby and the shell of the man her death left behind.
Having her here is…inconvenient. But I'll swallow my own fucking tongue before I tell her that she can't stay here with Ainsley, or that Ainsley can't spend time at her house. It's the one place in this entire city where Ainsley's security guards aren't allowed to follow. I expect them to wait outside because the thought of any of them inside Milan's space pisses me off.
When she's here, I spend most of my time elsewhere to avoid her. It's easier than dealing with the guilt I feel every fucking time she gets my dick hard.
"Justice," she whispers when she finally gets the box open to reveal the locket nestled inside. "It's so beautiful."
She feels along the edge of the delicate two-tone heart until she finds the hidden release.
"Justice," she whispers again, her voice shaking. She strokes a finger across the picture of her and her mom I had placed inside. "How did you-?"
"Ainsley brought me a picture," I mutter.
"I was going to ask how you knew I was missing my mom," she whispers.
"Lucky guess," I lie. It's not luck. I know everything about her. God help us both, but I love every little thing about her. I don't tell her that though. I can't. Instead, I finish my beer before dropping the bottle into the trashcan.
"Will you help me put it on?" she asks, holding the necklace out to me.
I don't tell her no. Of course I don't.
"Yeah, I'll put it on you."
She smiles at me, lifting her mass of hair up and spinning to present her back to me.
My hands shake as I slip the necklace around her neck. It takes four tries before I finally manage to clasp the delicate chain. All I can think about is pressing my lips to the curve of her neck. Would she melt into me? Moan for me?
"Thank you," she says, though she doesn't move away from me.
I can't resist leaning forward to touch my lips to her cheek. Her scent swirls around me, clouding my mind. Lust swirls through me, muting my conscience. Her skin is soft as silk, instantly addictive. She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat; one I know I'll be hearing in my dreams for eternity. I want to be inside her when she makes that sound.
I take a step away from her and then another. It's the hardest thing I've ever done. But for her sake, it's the best thing I can do. Stay away from her. Pretend I'm not in love with her. Give her a chance to find someone who deserves her, someone who doesn't have blood on his hands and guilt in his heart.
"Justice?" I hear the confusion in her voice. The question.
"Happy birthday, Milan," I murmur…and then I flee like the fucking coward I am.
About The Billionaire's Big Bold Wish
This billionaire just broke every rule in the book.
People say I'm cold. Autocratic. Merciless.
They're half right.
There's only one woman in the world who gets my blood heated...my niece's best friend, Milan.
She's been taunting me for years, pushing every single one of my buttons just because she can.
Now, it's my turn.
She thinks she knows me.
She has no idea how long I've been obsessing over her.
I plan to show her just how merciless I can be.
And I'm not backing down until this curvy little firecracker is mine.
People say I'm spoiled. A princess. Mouthy.
They're half right.
There's only one man in the world who makes me want to misbehave…my best friend's uncle, Justice.
He makes me ache for things I don't understand.
Dream about things I shouldn't.
He thinks I'm afraid of him and his reputation. I'm not.
I was born to be his princess.
And I'm not giving up until he knows it too.
When this obsessed daddy sets out to win his sassy princess, he'll break every single one of his rules. If you enjoy curvy heroines, over-the-top billionaires, and age gap romance, you'll love Justice and Milan's story. This sweet, steamy romance from Nichole Rose comes complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.
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We reflect back in the dark glass, him, standing like a warrior at my back. Me, trembling and wide-eyed in his arms. There's something captivating about the way we fit together, not as two individual pieces, but as one whole, as if we were made to fit exactly like this.
Six years ago, Adrian Kane walked away from a lucrative career in the NFL with no warning to become a romance novelist. Curvy journalist Stella Quinn's job depends on her finding out why. But when she falls hard for the reclusive star, she learns that some secrets are worth keeping. If you enjoy grumpy heroes, sassy heroines, and sugary-sweet romance with heat, you'll love Adrian and Stella's story! ❤
Falling Hard, a standalone addition to the It's Raining Men series, is now available in Kindle Unlimited!
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About Falling Hard:
He's a mystery she can't wait to solve. She's a challenge he's desperate to win. When a spring storm strands them together, a secretive author and his feisty journalist will go all in.
Once upon a time, Adrian Kane was a football legend.
He now owns a small newspaper and writes romance novels.
He never leaves his little slice of paradise.
He's a mystery I'm dying to solve.
I'm an annoyance he'd rather forget.
Until I show up at his place during a fierce storm and fall right into his arms.
Now, my job isn't the only thing on the line.
My heart is too.
Stella Quinn is relentless in her quest to get me to talk.
She's also a curvy goddess I can't get off my mind.
She wants to share my sad story with the world.
I'd rather forget it ever happened.
Before she turned up on my doorstep, I thought I wanted her to leave.
Now I have to convince her to stay.
My past didn't kill me, but losing her will.
And in a town like Spring, Florida, there's always another man waiting to step in.
They can't have this one. She's mine.
If you enjoy over-the-top growly men, feisty heroines, and sugary-sweet safe romance, you'll love Adrian and Stella's sweet and steamy story!
This small town is paradise. Beautiful beaches, year-round warm weather, and friendly neighbors. There’s only one thing missing—single ladies. It’s Raining Men in Spring, Florida and the lonely residents are hungry to find their soulmates.
During the month of April, some of your favorite instalove authors are bringing you stories set in this fictional town where the men significantly outnumber the ladies. Come meet us in Spring to find your next book boyfriend.
The makeovers continue! Check out the new covers for the His Bride series.
Same steamy sweet goodness. Brand new look!
His Future Bride: When a billionaire agrees to help a country music star save his manager's company, he runs headfirst into love. Now he just has to convince his curvy girl to put her heart in his hands too.
His Stolen Bride: A country music star will go to extraordinary lengths to keep his only love from marrying another man for convenience…even if he has to steal her to convince her that they're meant to be.
His Secret Bride: This billionaire has been in love with his best friend's curvy little sister for years, but he had no clue she felt the same way. Now the race is on to lock her down before her brother finds out and tries to keep them apart.
His Curvy Bride: He had his chance at fame once and walked away. Now he's got another shot…but he needs this shy, curvy girl to help him make it big. Can he keep her and the music?
His Captive Bride: This bossy giant knows there are some things in life worth fighting for. Love, freedom, honor…and a chance with his sassy, curvy girl!
His Blushing Bride: This bossy billionaire has had a rough time since his little sister ran off to Vegas and married his best friend. But his luck changes when he meets his sassy assistant for the first time. He'll do whatever it takes to make this younger woman fall in love with him…even if it means turning his whole life upside down.
If you enjoy instalove, over-the-top (OTT) alphas, and sassy heroines, you'll love this series of sweet, steamy stories.
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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