Book One: An Affair Across Times Square
Layla Morgan is tired of getting into trouble, and getting
hurt. And she fears her wild nature is going to strike yet again. But maybe
this time, she’s finally met the guy that can stand close enough to touch her inner
flames, and not get burned.
Tyler Lachlan doesn’t stand a
chance of resisting the delicious distraction of the mystery woman across Times
Square. He’s sure there’s more to her than her sultry voice and mahogany
thighs, but he doesn’t know if he’s willing to risk his career to find out.
Could what began as a voyeuristic affair across Times Square
develop into something more?
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Book Two: An Engagement in Paris
All Mandy Lachlan
wanted was her own identity. All she had to do was run away to Paris to find
it. Instead, she finds love, a baby, and a marriage proposal.
Julien Chevalier needs a
family. Ever since his mother left when he was a kid, he’s been searching for
the security and consistency that comes with marriage and babies. So when he
falls for the young African American professor at the Sorbonne, he knows
immediately this is the woman for him.
Julien needs to get
married the same way Mandy needs her freedom. When they find themselves at the
impasse of matrimony, one of them will have to compromise what they want and
Mandy Lachlan strolled through the
Latin Quarter… le Quartier Latin, she
corrected herself automatically. Julien was encouraging her to think more in
French, and she had to admit, it was helping. Rubbing her open palm against the
fabric covering her stomach made her heart flutter. She didn’t know if she was
ready for this. Marriage, babies, happily ever after.
Her gaze roved over the cream-colored
buildings with their wrought-iron balconies and gates.
Honestly, she didn’t
think she’d ever tire of living in Paris. Taking in a deep breath, she turned
the corner and entered the main Sorbonne university. A few international
students milled about in the Cour
d’honneur, the bright summer sun shining down on them.
Where was Julien?
Two of her students waved from
across the stone courtyard and she returned the gesture, still searching for
her fiancé. The word felt foreign, even in her mind, let alone when she said it
aloud. She’d never pictured herself getting married. And never to a Frenchman.
But Julien had stolen her heart from Bonjour.
It had been an intense four months since then. A summer in Paris, wrapped in
your lover’s arms. What more could a woman ask for?
She gasped, finally spotting
Julien. With his arms wrapped around another woman.
“What the hell?” she yelled. Her
loud, American voice drew stares from around them, but she couldn’t care.
The dark-haired girl drew back from
the lip-lock she’d had on another woman’s fiancé. Mandy’s gut clenched, and
nausea rolled through her. This time, it had nothing to do with morning
“Ma belle,” Julien whispered, shoving his new friend aside.
No, he didn’t have the right to
call her his beauty. Not now. Maybe not ever again. If he thought she would
just let this go, he was sorely mistaken. Much as it would kill her, she’d move
back to New York and raise this baby without him if she had to.
He moved toward her, his hands
froze, “Calme-toi, ma belle, c’est rien.
“If it’s nothing, why the hell did
you just have your tongue down her fucking throat? And don’t you dare tell me
to calm down.”
He took a deep breath and spoke
again, in English this time. “I’m sorry. Please, let us go back and speak at
She’d loved the way he’d called her
studio apartment their home just this morning, but now it was like a kick to
She clutched her belly.
“We have no home. Not if this is
the way you act days after proposing to me,” she said, her voice hollow. It was
better than screaming, perhaps, but not by much. She glanced around and turned
Head held high, she walked back through the stone courtyard.
Courtyard of Honor, her ass.
She forced her feet to keep moving,
stopped her knees from buckling by sheer will alone. She walked through the
iron gates she’d come to love, still moving forward. And then she began to run.
She didn’t stop until she reached the Metro station. Mandy refused to look
behind her to see if Julien would follow her or not.
And she couldn’t
decide which would be worse. If he followed her. Or if he didn’t.
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A Murder in Times Square
When detective Lawrence Daniels gets called to the
Marietta hotel to investigate a murder, one woman immediately heads up his
suspect list. Isobel Jacarter sexual prowess is definitely a ploy to keep him
off her scent. But what if she’s really interested? Can he ignore the first
spark of attraction he’s felt since Kathy’s death just because she might be a
Isobel knows she can’t ignore the attraction to the detective
investigating the murder, but can he be trusted to keep her secrets and believe
in her enough to keep her out of jail? Or will his hard-nosed partner convince
him she's guilty, landing her behind bars in a foreign country for the
rest of her life?
Nuptials in Niagara
After their third chance meeting in a foreign country, Tristan and Jessica agree to meet in Niagara Falls. But a border closing, a terrorism threat, and lack of American Visa stand in their way. Can a couple who fate seems to want together risk a prison sentence for the one night they could actually be together? Or will they break their promises to each other, ruining their one chance at happily ever after?