¿Que cómo la conocí?
A ver, un caballero no alardea.
Menos mal que yo no soy un caballero.
En primer lugar, pagué por su cereza... (su tarta de cereza, aunque no viene a cuento).
Luego la desfloré.
¿Después? Le dejé mi tarjeta de visita y salí de allí pavoneándome.
Sí, ya ves que lo nuestro fue un flechazo.
Hailey:
¿Que cómo conocí a William?
Entró en mi pastelería, compró una tarta de cereza, robó un jarrón de flores (que sigo saber para qué las quería) y me dejó su tarjeta de visita. Antes de decirte lo que hice con la tarjeta de visita, debería dejar algo claro: William no podía haber aparecido en peor momento. Mi pastelería iba cuesta abajo. El asqueroso de mi ex no me dejaba tranquila. Ah, y era una virgen de veinticinco años, un detalle con el que mis amigos no dejaban de darme la tabarra. Arreglar el problemilla de mi virginidad con William sería como matar moscas a martillazos. Una exageración, pero de las buenas. William estaba tan bueno que no era normal, tan bueno que las mujeres hacían cosas que tampoco eran normales. Tan bueno que me llevó a hacer locuras. Como pensar que a la mosca no le importaría morir a manos del martillo de William y de sus duros abdominales. Y ya somos dos. Así que lo llamé. A lo mejor lo hice en contra del sentido común. A lo mejor estaba a punto de darme un batacazo. Sabía que acababa de meterme en un buen lío cuando soltó una carcajada y dijo con esa voz tan ronca y sensual por teléfono:
-Todavía me tienta tu cereza. ¿Haces entregas a domicilio?
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A mi nuevo jefe le gustan las reglas, pero hay una que nadie se atreve a romper. Tocarle la banana. En serio. El tío es un adicto al potasio o algo.
Si nos ponemos tiquismiquis, la verdad es que me la metí en la boca. Y la mordisqueé... Incluso me la tragué. Lo sé. Soy una chica mala, malísima.
Y luego lo vi, y te lo creas o no, atragantarte con la banana de un tío no es la mejor manera de causar una buena impresión.
Debería retroceder un poco en el tiempo. Antes de tocar siquiera la banana de un multimillonario, me asignaron mi primer artículo como periodista empresarial. No era el típico artículo de relleno que siempre me endosaban. No iba a entrevistar a un basurero sobre sus rutas preferidas ni a escribir un artículo que contara que recoger las cacas de los perros de los jardines de los demás sería el próximo bombazo.
No. De eso nada, monada.
Era mi gran oportunidad. Por fin podría demostrar que no era un desastre con patas, torpe y balbuceante. Me iba a infiltrar en Galleon Enterprises para investigar las sospechas de corrupción. Podía hacerlo. Solo tenía que conseguir el puesto de trabajadora en prácticas y bordar la entrevista con Bruce Chamberson.
Lo mismo daba que pareciera una estatua sacada de las fantasías y deseos de cualquier mujer, con ese «no sé qué» que lleva a algunos hombres a cuestionarse su propia sexualidad. Necesitaba el puesto. Nada de accidentes. Nada de desastres. Nada de torpezas. Solo tenía que mantener el tipo durante menos de una hora. Demos un salto hacia delante para llegar al momento previo a la entrevista y me verás en la sala de descanso, banana en la mano. Una banana que, literalmente, tenía su nombre escrito con un rotulador permanente negro. Al cabo de unos segundos, entró él y me pilló con las manos en la banana. Al cabo de unos segundos más, me contrató.
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Penelope Bloom es una autora americana best seller del USA Today, con más de 50 novelas románticas autopublicadas en Amazon. Llega a España con sus novelas estrella Su banana y Su cereza.
She's just temporary, a momentary blip in my life. Although I have to admit she's quite attractive, as far as blips go. She's also the first person my son has ever actually liked, which has to count for something. New plan: I will not... let myself get too attached to the nanny. I've always been the kind of man to keep my plans flexible. Adaptation is key. Just like I've had to adapt to having a beautiful woman waiting for me when I get home every night-temporarily, of course. My son deserves better than temporary. And I won't dangle the prospect of a happy, complete family in front of him when I know the relationship wouldn't last. Beneath the innocent big doe eyes and the charming awkwardness, the nanny would turn out like the rest. She'd find some reason to leave. They all do. So I'll make one final amendment to the plan. Yes, I may think inappropriate thoughts about the nanny and get attached to the nanny, but I will not fall for the nanny. And if I do, I will deny it until my cold dead heart freezes over.
The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner.Now the wedding planner thinks I'm the world's biggest bastard. She thinks I'm in love with the woman I'm supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesn't know the truth.She's got no idea she's going to fall for me by the time this thing is over. She's got no idea our little hookup wasn't meaningless-not to me at least. And worst of all? She thinks she's safe around me. She thinks I'm off the market, that there can't be a repeat because there's someone else.But there's nobody else-just her. And ever since the first taste, I knew she was all there'd ever be.
ChelseaYou know that instinct to run when something bad is coming?Yeah. I apparently missed out on that one.Because when Damon Rose came, instead of running, I got pregnant.DamonI remember Chelsea Cross. I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me. Proving her wrong was...enjoyable. She had hair I wanted to fist, a mouth that only stopped when I kissed it, a body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim.And now she wants a job.A smart man would say "no."But I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago...She can't even begin to handle me.
The third novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom’s Anyone But… series sizzles with a sexy and hilarious story about letting go of the past to chase the love of a lifetime.
Seven years ago, I swore I’d never date Nick King. Ever.
Now I’m supposed to work under him—and no, despite the way he glares like he wants to strip me bare, I mean he’ll be my boss. But what better way to prove I’m really over him, right?
I was a nerdy overachiever in high school, and Nick was my hopeless crush. I even laminated a note he passed to me; granted, I had a thing for laminators, but that’s beside the point.
Now, my only shot at getting my life back on track is to crawl to him on my knees and pray I nail the interview. Maybe I should pray that’s the only thing that gets nailed in his office—especially since he looks like he wants to devour me.
Nick broke my heart once. But hey, I’m still pretty handy with a laminator. Maybe I could run my heart through one before I take this job.
The second novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom’s Anyone But… series turns up the heat and hilarity with a story about second chances and promises worth breaking.
After Cade King cost me everything, I vowed I’d never fall for him again—even if he became rich and megafamous.
Now he’s back, and he’s still the embodiment of a big, shiny red button. Everybody knows you shouldn’t touch red buttons, but it’s so, so hard to resist.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it a little when I arrested him for disorderly conduct. Unfortunately, I think Cade liked it a little too. So when he asks for my help raising the son he just found out about, I know exactly what to say: “No, you stupidly sexy red button. I won’t touch you, even to help a cute little kid.” You’re damn right that’s what I said. Mostly.
Still, Cade doesn’t know the first thing about commitment. He lives completely in the moment. I’d need to have a recurring case of amnesia to believe he could change, even for his son. Or me.
From USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom comes the first novel in the romantic, sexy, and hilarious Anyone But… series.
Seven years ago, my best friends and I made a promise: No matter what, we would never date one of the King brothers. Even if they grew up to become megafamous, gorgeous, heart-stopping billionaires. Even if they crawled on their knees and begged for forgiveness.
But guess who just flew back into our lives in a private jet? And guess who just showed up to my job on my first day? Richard. King. Fortunately, it takes two seconds for Richard to reveal he hasn’t changed. Conceited. Cocky. Rude. Unfortunately, he’s also the kind of gorgeous that’s borderline offensive—with a jawline to make statues self-conscious and a grin that short-circuits my brain.
He’s spent years taking what he wants. I doubt he’s hungry for anything else—except me, apparently. There’s no way I’ll let him maneuver his way back into my life. My friends would never forgive me. I would never forgive me. But did I mention his jawline?
What happens when the matchmaker meets her match?
Better question: What doesn't happen?
A small town is the last place I ever thought I’d find myself, but I’m desperate to save my failing business, and a mysterious client makes an offer I can’t turn down.
She wants me to match her with the man of her dreams, and if I pull it off, she’ll pay me more than I can imagine.
But when a cowboy everybody calls “Country” welcomes me to town with a “get lost” and a side of drop-dead gorgeous, well, things get a little more complicated.
I mean, what kind of woman wouldn’t go following a guy like that back to his ranch? And what kind of woman wouldn’t go marching up to tell him off, even if he was shirtless?
Between my insane client and my inability to stay away from the cocky cowboy, I have my hands full.
And Lucas Tate, the man my client wants? It turns out he's also my cowboy.
**As always, this is a totally SAFE, full length book with a happily ever after, no cheating, and plenty of steam.**
I’m wrong for her in all the right ways.
Everyone in the city knows who I am: Vincent Citrione, top capo of the most powerful crime family in the city. If you’ve got two brain cells to rub together, you’re scared sh*tless of me.
As for women, I given them the hardest, dirtiest f*ck of their lives before showing them the door. They know better than to expect more.
Commitments? F*ck ‘em.
At least, that was my motto until I caught her snooping in the wrong place at the wrong time. Aubriella. I wanted her to be like all the rest of the girls. I wanted to forget her.
But I can’t forget her lush curves… or the soft moans spilling from her lips.
She thinks she can say no to me and get away with it. She thinks she can walk away after what she’s seen. But one taste and I know she’s going to be mine. I don’t care what it takes.
I get what I want. And I want her.
This is a standalone, full-length mafia romance with a filthy-mouthed, possessive bad boy. Happily ever after guaranteed.
I never thought I’d see Makayla Pierson again.
Then I was assigned to protect her.
One week. No touching. Absolutely no sex.
Just seven days of restraint...
How hard can that be?
When I walked away from Makayla ten years ago, I swore I’d never look back. So did she, after the haunting lie I told her… But it was the only way to keep her safe and as far away from me as possible.
She’s better off without me. I don’t care if I’m broken without her.
But years later, when I’m hired by her agent to act as her bodyguard, I can’t keep myself away, especially when I learn how much danger she's in.
Now she’s mine for a week, and I’m not going to let anything happen to her. Even if she seems intent on making my life a living hell. She always did know how to hold a grudge.
She doesn’t have to like me, she just has to follow every single one of my commands.
There’s only one thing I’m not sure I can protect her from.
Me.
**This title was previously released as 'Protector'. I've added over ten thousand words, making Makayla and Jesse's story sexier, packed with more intensity... and did I mention sexier? Fans of the original story will fall in love all over again, guaranteed. Also, this is a totally SAFE, full-length book with a happily ever after, no cheating, and plenty of steam. **
Getting kidnapped isn’t so bad.
At least, it’s not when your captor is a billionaire with a huge… heart.
He saved me from my abusive ex-boyfriend when I couldn’t get away.
Now he owns me, and he wants to get engaged.
The only problem is, my ex isn’t letting me go so easily.
Dean Sharp is breathtakingly gorgeous, arrogant, and an asshole. At least that’s my first impression when he knocks out my abusive boyfriend.
When we get home, I know my boyfriend’s going to make me pay for what Dean did.
But Dean Sharp isn’t done meddling in my life. Not even close.
He grabs me from outside my motel, throws me in his car, and says I’m his hostage. He doesn’t want money, though. What he does want is the last thing I would’ve ever expected.
He wants me to pretend to be his fiancée so his daughter and brothers don’t suspect anything. And he says he won’t let me go until he’s sure I’ll never go back to my abusive boyfriend.
The thought of crossing my boyfriend terrifies me, and I’ve spent the last two years trying not to even think of what he’d do if I left. He owns me.
At least he did until Dean Sharp stepped into my world. He saved me from my abusive relationship, and now he wants to give me something even bigger: an enormous diamond ring. How can a girl say no to that?
**This is a full-length, standalone fake marriage romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and as always, Happily Ever After guaranteed.
