Kenzie is a champion at the barrels, but untried in the bedroom. That all changes after an unexpected encounter with Tommy Joe, the brother of her biggest rival and a champion bareback rider in his own right. When Tommy Joe offers to give her a hard and unprotected ride, will Kenzie rise to the challenge? And will his big ride leave his innocent partner with a big belly?
I’ve never been that kind of girl, but when I discover the biology professor I’ve had a crush on all semester lives right next door to where I’m housesitting, the opportunity is too good to pass up. The right clothes, some makeup, and surely he won’t recognize the quiet little mouse from the back of the class. The last thing I expect is for this dominant older man to recognize me, and decide my extracurricular activities require a hard and unprotected lesson in human reproduction.
Wren knows well the dangers of the old forests all around her people. She has never strayed from the path… until now. Caught in the grip of the forest’s ancient magic, she enters into the realm of one of the old gods of the land – a god who will claim her innocence, body and soul, her fertile purity offered up in exchange for all that her family takes from the forest. By the oldest rules she has the chance to deny his claim, but will she?
When I started swimming to work off my Freshman 15, I never imagined I’d wind up spending more time oggling the guys on the college’s swim team than burning calories. Lucky for me, Aaron and Josh – the team’s hunky co-captains – noticed me watching. They planned a special workout that would get my heartrate up more than just swimming laps…especially when I found out these two best friends share EVERYTHING, and my fertile, curvy young body was on that list.
I’ve never been a Scrooge, but it’s hard to find the Christmas spirit when your boyfriend and your job dump you on the same day. My best friend Shelly thinks she has a better cure for my holiday blues than a cookie binge, though: a trip to the local park’s Winter Wonderland, complete with a visit to jolly St. Nick. I don’t have high expectations, but when I sit on Santa’s lap, I discover he’s packing more than a bowl full of jelly under his red suit. And his name may be Nick, but he’s no saint…