Picture this: I've got five brothers, and I'm the only girl. Standing out isn't easy. So, when I pitched my genius idea for jazzing up our family establishment, Atta Boy Brewery, you can bet he wasn't on board. Maybe he thinks I'm too much of a risk, or maybe he's just protecting his turf. The best friend? Griffin Cole, the hotshot chef and my brother's lifelong buddy. When I suggested turning a dusty storage room of the brewery into a party zone, I didn't expect Griffin to have my back. Suddenly, we're cooking up more than just great beer ideas together.

When my boyfriend Cole invited me to celebrate Christmas at his stepdad's cabin, nothing could have prepared me for what would happen next. Griffin's nothing like I pictured. Instead of a typical middle-aged man, I'm faced with broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and a jawline sharp enough to kill. Spine-tingling grazes and heated glances that last too long have me feeling guilty about how my body's reacting. That is until my boyfriend asks to share me with his stepdad.

I spent years on the run, trying to hide from my father and our society. I was careful and never stayed in the same place for very long, but when I landed in Braxton Falls, I couldn't leave. I fell in love, made my first real friend in years, and let my guard down. I built the closest thing to a normal life that I could, until it all crumbled. Everything was taken from me in mere moments. One simple decision has me at the whim of three men who manipulate my mind and body, but have me craving more. Revenge.

She’s the virginal cheerleader, and he’s the tortured bad boy. Their worlds are different, but college life at Dickson University brings them together in a passionate, angsty, fiery collision.

Ellis Atwood is the devil. Ok, maybe that’s too harsh. Ellis Atwood is ruining my life. First, he demolishes a perfectly good wedding trellis. Second, he destroys a gorgeous doggie wedding that I spent ages planning. (I kid you not.) Third, he makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and that is not ok. I prefer the cold and harsh way my fiancé makes me feel so much better. (Wait, that didn’t come out right.) Fourth, and there is a fourth, he gets me all wound up and flustered.