Young And In Love
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A STEAMY five book collection by Olivia T. Turner
Includes: I’ll Be Taking This Spring Break is for wild girls. I really don’t know why I’m here. This is not my scene. The excessive drinking, the half-naked bodies, the horrible decisions being made. Ugh. I’d rather be studying. So, when my friends throw me on stage for a wet t-shirt contest, I nearly die. Hundreds of people are watching as the MC approaches with the water jugs to show off my jugs. That’s when I see him. Jackson. Charging through the crowd like a nuclear bomb about to go off. First, I feel the possessiveness in his eyes. Then, I feel his hands on me, grabbing me, throwing me over his shoulder, stealing me away. Saving me. He’s the rich owner of the hotel and he’s not having any of this. It’s not the wet t-shirt contest that he’s against. It’s the hundreds of people watching. He still wants me to get wet, but it will be for an audience of one. Just me, him, a tight white shirt, and a big ole jug of water. That’s a contest I don’t mind entering. One look at Ella and this hot rich alpha will become totally obsessed! Nothing or no one is going to keep him from his girl. Insta-love at its finest in a SAFE read with no cheating and a super sweet HEA guaranteed. Double V-cards. Spying On My Roommate I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. Who hasn’t? Languishing in my room twenty-four seven. Working, sleeping, eating, drinking. Too much of all four. I was totally going to lose my quarantine weight until that didn’t happen. At all. Something had to change to shake things up. Enter my new roommate, Emmett. He hasn’t just shaken things up. He’s flipped and twisted me around in every position possible. My world has never been so shaky. There’s a hot shredded alpha prowling around my apartment and he has a slew of new rules. Rule #1 - No clothes for me. Ever. Rule #2 - Doors stay open during showers. Rule #3 - Three orgasms a night. He enforces them with a dominant hand and a possessive gaze. Following the rules has never been so fun… Everything is changing. Comfort zone? Gone. I’m trying all sorts of new and devilish things. My little bubble has been popped. And Emmett’s big prick was the thing that popped it. Get ready, there’s a big growly alpha moving in and he doesn’t like to sleep alone. Play by his rules and you’ll be just fine. Break them at your own risk. Insta-love at its finest in a SAFE read with no cheating and a super sweet HEA guaranteed. Enjoy! Revved up We were supposed to go to the Cheesecake Factory. I had my heart set on an Oreo Dream Extreme Cheesecake. I should have known better when going out with my delinquent cousin. Instead of the Cheesecake Factory, she takes me to an abandoned factory. There’s an illegal street race going on outside and she drags me into the middle of it. It’s not my scene. At all. So, I’m as shocked as my cousin when they choose me to drop the flag. I’m terrified standing in the headlights while several rumbling engines wait for me to start the race. I yank the flag down and all the cars whizz by. Except for one. Dillon Sanders—street racer, alpha badass, extreme hottie—is still sitting there, staring at me in awe. The connection is immediate. The sudden longing is intense. We were made for each other and I know it in that instant. The other drivers are racing around the curves, trying to win the prize. But Dillon looks ready for curves of another variety. And he looks ready to claim a different prize. Me. One look at his girl and this alpha speed racer is ready to move at a reckless pace. Will this Over-The-Top possessive alpha be able to handle his woman’s curves? SAFE, no cheating, double V-cards, and a sweet HEA that will have you grinning and blushing! 216 Rancher Way The town of Cherry Falls is a lot of things, but exciting is not one of them. Which makes my job as a reporter for the town paper really freaking hard. The front page of the last issue featured a story about a raccoon who looked like Samuel L. Jackson. Not exactly thrilling. But when I’m forced to cover the new albino calf on the Cherry Blossom Ranch… I find out the meaning of thrilling. And it’s not the baby cow. It’s the rough, wild-looking rancher, Butch Steele. Every hair on my body stands straight up when I see the possessive way he’s staring at me with those fierce dark eyes. Now, the only story I want to know is his. And the only thing he wants is me. There’s nothing this obsessed man won’t do to get me. I don’t think he believes in freedom of the press, because he’s about to tie me up to keep me from leaving. If you see my editor, tell her I might miss my deadline… Actually, tell her I’m taking the week off. This place is way too exciting to leave. First Everything I’m at that kind of rough party you wouldn’t want to see your daughter at. That’s when I see her. A cute little rich girl who’s found herself on the wrong side of the tracks. I know immediately that she doesn’t belong here and it sends a protective streak surging through me. She reminds me of a chipmunk. Just as small, adorable, and helpless. These guys will eat her alive. I want to go over there, pick her up, and take her away from this place. I want to lock her in my room where it’s safe. Where only I can lay eyes on those soft tender curves. But I can’t move. I’ve never been like this… so, paralyzed in the presence of a girl. Utterly helpless in my feelings for her. But when I see another man touch her, something in me snaps. My civility is gone. Hundreds of years of human progress, culture, and civilization are wiped out with a single touch. I’m back in the dark ages. I’m primal. Barbaric. I’m a goddamn caveman about to beat the life out of a rival mate who dared to step into my territory. The touch breaks me. The restraints of society crack and fall to the floor. I’m free to defend and take what’s mine. And most importantly, I’m free to claim her as my own. After one look at his girl, Colton shows just how much of an Over-The-Top possessive alpha he really is. SAFE, no cheating, and a sweet HEA that will have you grinning and blushing! |
