I’m in love with Clark Wells; I have been ever since my mom married his dad. That was five years ago. Now I’m eighteen and still have a big crush on the billionaire. He’s every inch a man, and he’s off-limits because he’s forty-three and my stepbrother. He’s divorced and in desperate need of a nanny. I’m in desperate need of him and a job. I can’t tell him my secret. I will, in time. I hope once he sees all of me, he’ll love every inch, from my head to my toes, so he can forgive me for the secret that I’ve kept from him.

Neither time nor distance could erase the feelings we once shared... It had been five years since I last saw Beau and Garth, my stepbrothers. There was something special about them that I couldn't find in any other man. Beau had dark eyes and a seductive smile; it made me feel like I was his only one. Garth was the famous bareback rider. He had strong hands and arms, which felt as if they could protect me from anyone or anything. We hadn't seen each other for five years. Our parents had died, and we had to go back to the ranch. It would be the first time the three of us would be united like before. I worried we couldn't get over the events of the past, and that time wouldn't mend wounds. Let alone eliminate the lust and desires of the past.   Author’s Note: Ranchy Rides with my stepbrothers has no cheating with a guaranteed HEA. It is a standalone novella with enough sexiness for you to enjoy.Fall is the perfect time to snuggle up with a cowboy on the ranch, but why stop at one when you can have to? When two men who know what it means to put in a hard day’s work set their sights on a woman to share, you know it’s going to be a boot wearing, barn raising good time.

I’d given up hope of keeping the bakery open. Dad couldn’t keep up the payments, and he’d started dating before I could blink. We weren't the only ones living in a small apartment, but so were our new extended family. My stepmom I could deal with my stepbrother, the only person he ever loved, was himself. He was arrogant, rude, and a real prick. But he had one gift and not the one from the waist downwards, but upwards. The guy could bake. And I knew I had to ask him for a favor. The problem was the more time we spent in the kitchen, my body temperature rose, and I felt as if I was baking hot. And it wasn’t long until there wasn’t only a cake in the oven, but a bun in my oven too. I didn’t know what to do. Not only was the cake going to be perfect, but my dreams were going to be burned…as I got hot and bothered with Zach, my future soon turned to smoke.

Always the planner, but never the bride. Becky has always been unlucky in love. This was why she opened up her wedding store and became a planner, because she believed that was the only way for her to fulfill her dream. That one day, she would be a bride and have her happily ever after. A charity pie competition was organized by her friend Renee in their hometown of Hopeton. Becky enters, thinking that maybe her luck would turn around. It did. She ends up winning not one night, but an entire weekend in a five-star hotel. What she didn’t expect was to spend the weekend with not only one man, but two. Small college town Hopeton is gaining attention thanks to the number of menage and poly relationships in the town. A flurry of businesses hosting and celebrating alternative weddings is growing. As the town enjoys pies from the new Thankful Cafe for Thanksgiving, many singles in the town discover that they, too, are finding happiness with two or more people…

I didn’t just want him for one night or maybe two. I wanted more as I found myself lost in my stepbrother’s love. Mom had been married so many times, but this time she was getting married to a rich man. One who had a hot son. A son whose emerald eyes traced my body from my head to my toes, every time our paths crossed. He was arrogant, with too many tattoos and sultry eyes that made me want to explore every inch of him. It was clear where our attraction was headed, and like a kid in a candy store, I couldn’t keep away from temptation. Author's Note: This is a standalone novel, with no cheating and a happy ever after romance story!

I’ve been writing to my stepbrothers, Dean and Vale while they were away. It was easier, then I didn’t know if or when I would see them again. Now, they’re back home. They no longer pat my head and treat me like the little kid they used to. They’ve changed and become full of darkness. I should be scared and want to keep away from them. But I remember them as the teens before they left to go to war. I know I can mend them. I’ve been doing it for so long here on the ranch, fixing everything that goes wrong. Yet, I worry my heart could get caught in the crossfire and end up damaged.

A couple of guys, a couple of girls in the woods playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Number 1 - Liam was the bad boy in town, the type that I needed to stay away from. Number 2 - He was soon, to be my stepbrother. And now, comes the biggie...I'm supposed to be going to college, not having a baby. His baby. What could go possibly go wrong? Everything! If only, I hadn't gone to the private party in the woods!

Can fantasies come true? Evan Stewart. The quarterback love magnet, that was his nickname in high school. He just snapped his fingers, and all the girls came running. He didn't know that I existed, until that night. Well, not exactly that night. I got rid of my glasses, changed my hair, and crashed a party, to get close to him. He was my secret fantasy and as we played spin the bottle and I ended up alone with him, I was glad that I took the risk. Until the cops showed up and everyone had to leave the party. Later, opportunity knocked again, and I wasn't going to let it pass. We sat in the principal's office, and he soon found out who I was. This time, I wasn't about to let anything stand in my way, but I was scared that he'd find out my secret. I didn't know that he had secrets of his own. They were so deep that they just made me want him even more. I believed that romantic fairy tales were the only way to escape my reality. We were the modern version of the lady and the tramp; the problem was that I was no lady, and he certainly wasn't a tramp.