Whiskey Men

I'm in love with Lucas Blaze, the player grandson of the woman I take care of. I'm nothing like the women he dates, so the chances of him noticing me are slim to none. Until the day he asks me to marry him. Lucas is the youngest Blaze Brother. He works twenty-four seven, and his only use for women is to get his rocks off when he's taking a break from putting his family's liquor brand into every store in the country. I don't mingle in the same high-profile groups, and I sure as heck don't know the first thing about pleasing a man. But to make his Granny happy, Lucas is willing to marry me.

Lilian always had a no-dating rule. For the last twelve years, she's been the guardian of her younger sister. She did the whole PTO, soccer mom thing. But now that her sister's a college graduate and married, Lilian is taking her life back . . . and looking for a good time. I respected her "no dating" rule even though I've wanted her since the day she started working for me. Two years later and my thirst for her has only intensified. Lily might think all she wants is a one-night-stand, but I'm determined to make her mine.

I just got home from serving in the military and I'm learning how to live as a civilian when I meet her. Elle is my younger brother's assistant, but the minute I see her, I want to know everything about her. Elle is hiding secrets. I'm hellbent on uncovering every one. Especially peeling away the layers of her frumpy clothes to reveal the curvy body that plagues my every thought.

I'm completely in love with my husband. And he takes care of my needs . . . as long as they're financial or physical. Anything more is too much to ask. I know that while I might have his name, I don't have his heart. It's almost like he keeps me in a very specific box: WIFE. He only opens that box when we're home alone, anything else would make me too much a part of his life. Even though I love him, I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to, but I ask him for a divorce.

I've been in love with my best friend for what seems like forever. But she wanted the one thing I couldn't give her. Now, she's pregnant with another man's baby. The "donor" wants nothing to do with her . . . or the child, so I do the one thing I've always wanted to do. I claim her—and her baby—as mine. She worries the whole town is gossiping. She has no money, no family and she thinks I'm doing this because I feel sorry for her. If only she knew. Allie is my best friend, and I tried to be content with only that. Things have changed though, and I'll stop at nothing until I make her my wife.

She's my best friend's daughter, and I have no business wanting her the way I do. Especially since it's my fault that her dad died. Call it survivor's guilt if you must. I just know I'm to blame. Still, when she comes to me for help, I can't refuse her. Which means sleeping on my sofa so she can take my bed. Emerson is temptation personified. Giving into my desires and touching her would make me the worst sort of man. But everyone has their limits.