The Books
Love Crazy
Alice
I shot him with my paintball gun.
It was instant lust, the moment I caught sight of his tattoos, well-muscled body, and cocky grin. However, it was ass over tea kettle love the minute that sexy bastard brought me coffee and a bacon wrapped donut.
I fell hard, and I loved every minute of it.
I was lucky enough to grow up in Spartan, but I’d been contemplating a move to somewhere more populated. Lucky for me, Luke moved here and showed me how awesome it is to meet someone who’s crazy matches your own.
It’s not all unicorns and rainbows, when an unwanted blast from my past blows into town, and tries knocking me off my pedestal of awesomeness.
Luke
She didn’t shoot me. She missed by a good ten feet.
I fell in love with her the minute I caught sight of her cute little ass in a big pair of flowered granny panties. I tell her it was her pretty eyes, and gorgeous red hair, but really, it was the underwear.
Moving to Spartan was the best decision I’d ever made. I never thought I would meet the love of my life when I moved to this small town.
The people who live here take a bit of getting used to. They sometimes forget what appropriate clothing is, and will use any excuse to party.
I wish I could say that everything followed the fairy tale path, but people intrude, and bring the devil with them.
Embrace your crazy, and enjoy your time in our comical, but absurd little town. Welcome to Spartan!
Accidental Heiress
Amy
Change is necessary, even more so when you’re sitting in the woods, alone, in what you suspect is a pile of bear poop. I grew up in these woods with my parents. We rarely, if ever, went into town or saw anyone. My parents—God rest their souls—are dead and gone, and I’m throwing in the towel and moving to town. I just need to dodge the persistent Parker long enough to get my life in order.
Time to move on and move up.
Parker
I've been lost and stumbling around these woods for days. Then, I find out that my little woodland sprite, Miss Amy Rain, has moved into town. I’m tired of chasing after the elusive Amy. She’s the one for me, and now, I just have to get her to see me as more than just the sheriff of our little town.
Time to put a ring on it.
Secrets burned and buried come to light. With danger on the horizon, and a fortune in old family money, Parker and Amy will need to lean on each other to get through it. Of course, it wouldn’t be a trip to Spartan without some shenanigans. So, hang on to your knickers and cover your nipples.
Shamus
Shamus
For the last, four fucking years, my life has consisted of grief, guilt, and sadness so profound; there were times I seriously considered throwing in the towel. I’m weeks away from bringing my kids home, and now I have hope, happiness, and an insatiable lust for the luscious Savannah. Being around Savannah is a test in control, which shatters like antique crystal the moment I get my hands on her. I got plans for my sexy vixen, plans to get my ring on her finger.
Savannah
I fell in love with Shamus the second he opened his mouth and that sexy Irish accent rolled out. When the opportunity to move to Spartan, to help Shamus get ready for his kids return home, I jump at the chance. I have plans to grow our relationship slowly, but then he pops the top on the sexy, and I never want to leave. It’s poetic, really. Maybe irony that the moment I get everything I want, and I think I have it all planned out, I throw a wrench into my own plans. I make a decision at work that could cost me everything. It’s not even about Shamus and me anymore. It’s about surviving.
It’s that time again to fall ass over tea kettle in love with Spartan Town, USA! So, snap on your spandex and bend over for a spanking.
What was I thinking, falling in love at nineteen?
I was thinking with my vagina, that’s what I was doing.
Physically speaking, he’s every good girl’s dream—All-American, blond hair, blue eyed, Marine, and business owner.
Strip him of his finery, the friendly smile, and the manners, he’s every bad girl’s walking orgasm.
He’s mine.
I wanted him ten years ago—I needed him.
A soul can only go so long without it’s mate.
This is rich, coming from the girl who can’t go ten seconds without making a comment about poop shoots, cum dumpsters (my ex-wife), inappropriately dancing, making lewd jokes, yet tries to give you a flowery description about our love story…
What? You thought you’d get the whole story here?
Naw, you have to read the book to find out about our epic love story—the trials, the intrigue, the sex (which is hot BTW) and my wife’s completely whacked sense of humor.
“Hey!” my wife yells.
“What? Fuck, don’t scare me like that. This is my portion of the blurb.”
“Fiancée! You haven’t gotten my sexy ass down the aisle yet, big boy.”
