Sparks fly between a die-hard romantic and a sexy cynic in this fresh, funny romance from  USA Today  bestselling author Adriana Locke.  That cream-filled, caramel-topped doughnut should have been hers. Still, Haley Raynor can’t deny that the pastry thief with the dreamy blue eyes looks even more delicious. But moving in on a handsome devil like Trevor Kelly is bad news for a die-hard romantic like Haley. Trevor doesn’t believe in love. She does. Giving in to a fling and Trevor’s irresistible charms can’t end well. Can it? What can it hurt to give it a shot?  Girls always fall for Trevor, and in the end, he always ends up looking like a bad-boy cad. Still, spending some time with Haley and her smart-talking, kissable mouth sounds pretty perfect. Besides, he’s only going to be in Dogwood Lane for one week. How much trouble could they possibly get into?  The only answer? A “no falling in love” contract. All Trevor and Haley have to do is follow the rules and resist the attraction sizzling between them…before their hearts get completely tangled up in temptation.

Sparks fly between a die-hard romantic and a sexy cynic in this fresh, funny romance from USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke.

That cream-filled, caramel-topped doughnut should have been hers. Still, Haley Raynor can’t deny that the pastry thief with the dreamy blue eyes looks even more delicious. But moving in on a handsome devil like Trevor Kelly is bad news for a die-hard romantic like Haley. Trevor doesn’t believe in love. She does. Giving in to a fling and Trevor’s irresistible charms can’t end well. Can it? What can it hurt to give it a shot?

Girls always fall for Trevor, and in the end, he always ends up looking like a bad-boy cad. Still, spending some time with Haley and her smart-talking, kissable mouth sounds pretty perfect. Besides, he’s only going to be in Dogwood Lane for one week. How much trouble could they possibly get into?

The only answer? A “no falling in love” contract. All Trevor and Haley have to do is follow the rules and resist the attraction sizzling between them…before their hearts get completely tangled up in temptation.

Three years of her life are gone in an instant.  Her memories of becoming a famous artist - forgotten. Of the falling out with her best friend - lost. Of her charming boyfriend - erased.  The doctors tell us getting Sara back into her normal routine is what's best for her. But what happens when she doesn't want her old normal?  Some would say I'm trying to save ghosts from my past. I think they're wrong.   Maybe  all  of them are wrong. Maybe the best thing for Sara is  me .

Three years of her life are gone in an instant.

Her memories of becoming a famous artist - forgotten.
Of the falling out with her best friend - lost.
Of her charming boyfriend - erased.

The doctors tell us getting Sara back into her normal routine is what's best for her.
But what happens when she doesn't want her old normal?

Some would say I'm trying to save ghosts from my past.
I think they're wrong.


Maybe all of them are wrong.
Maybe the best thing for Sara is me.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.   What should've been a simple fact-finding visit changed in the blink of an eye.   I'm a patriot. A CIA officer. A master at manipulating the double agent schemes.   The straight and narrow path I set out on turned into a hundred winding roads, all leading to the same destination: I'm now aiding and abetting a foreign spy.   Kira Petrov stole something from me the moment we met--my breath, my heart, my allegiance. If I'm caught, I'll be tried as a traitor. But there's more to her story than anyone knows, and time is not on our side.   The only way out this tangled mess is to march straight through it.   Staying between the imaginary lines on a map is easy when the boundaries are clearly defined.   It's that blurred line in real life that trips up the best of us.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

What should've been a simple fact-finding visit changed in the blink of an eye.

I'm a patriot. A CIA officer. A master at manipulating the double agent schemes.

The straight and narrow path I set out on turned into a hundred winding roads, all leading to the same destination: I'm now aiding and abetting a foreign spy.

Kira Petrov stole something from me the moment we met--my breath, my heart, my allegiance. If I'm caught, I'll be tried as a traitor. But there's more to her story than anyone knows, and time is not on our side.

The only way out this tangled mess is to march straight through it.

Staying between the imaginary lines on a map is easy when the boundaries are clearly defined.

It's that blurred line in real life that trips up the best of us.

Brielle Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned. Mine certainly didn’t. One moment I was going off to NYU on a fully paid scholarship, and the next, I had become something I never thought I would be. I learned quickly and the money I made allowed me to pay for my mother’s chemo treatments. Once all of our debts were paid off, I met a man and got out of the business. Then a string of events forced me back inside the world of escorting. But this time, things were different. I built a business and became a high-end escort to the wealthy of the wealthiest; to men who paid me well and allowed me to live a comfortable life. Then one night at an event, I met a man. A sexy, rich, single man who paid me a ridiculous amount of money to spend one night together. I broke my number one rule: Never fall in love with a client.   Caden The moment I saw her, I had to have her. I knew what she was, and I didn’t care. I would pay any amount of money for one night with her. After our night was over, I wanted more. I craved more. She was the perfect woman and I didn’t have to worry about her wanting a relationship or falling in love. I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I owned her. Everyone has a price. Then things became complicated, and the more time I spent with her, the more my past haunted me. Feelings for her started to take over, but the demons inside me kept me in check, reminding me of what I’d done and making sure that I’d never make the same mistake again.

Brielle
Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned. Mine certainly didn’t. One moment I was going off to NYU on a fully paid scholarship, and the next, I had become something I never thought I would be. I learned quickly and the money I made allowed me to pay for my mother’s chemo treatments. Once all of our debts were paid off, I met a man and got out of the business. Then a string of events forced me back inside the world of escorting. But this time, things were different. I built a business and became a high-end escort to the wealthy of the wealthiest; to men who paid me well and allowed me to live a comfortable life. Then one night at an event, I met a man. A sexy, rich, single man who paid me a ridiculous amount of money to spend one night together. I broke my number one rule: Never fall in love with a client.

Caden
The moment I saw her, I had to have her. I knew what she was, and I didn’t care. I would pay any amount of money for one night with her. After our night was over, I wanted more. I craved more. She was the perfect woman and I didn’t have to worry about her wanting a relationship or falling in love. I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I owned her. Everyone has a price. Then things became complicated, and the more time I spent with her, the more my past haunted me. Feelings for her started to take over, but the demons inside me kept me in check, reminding me of what I’d done and making sure that I’d never make the same mistake again.

The Art of Sex… In Writing.  The name alone would have made it the most sought-after writing course at Columbia, but it didn’t hurt that the professor was smoking hot! Addison Tomms was an aspiring romance novelist and senior Creative Writing Major at the prestigious Ivy League university. The class was packed and judging by the tongues wagging and the obvious swooning by the male and female student body alike, she figured she was one, in maybe a hundred, serious writing students in the auditorium.  Addy knew Dr. Jaxon Michaels was a New York Times bestseller many times over, and secretly, she devoured his books. His love scenes set the pages, and her body, on fire. It was no secret that the associate professor teaching the course was sexy… but could he really be as sensual as his words? Addison had her answer on the very first day of class when the handsome Dr. Michaels taunted and teased his students with what the class actually entailed; all watching with mouths agape. He was a thousand percent more stunning in person than the television entertainment interviews she’d seen or any of the photos that she and her best friend, Michelle, had spent hours searching online. Something stirred deep inside her when his sensual eyes raked over her because she’d been the only one brave enough to answer his first question. Her reaction was physical; his gaze felt as if he’d actually touched her, and she was more and more intrigued. Addy knew this man would rock her world… but it wouldn’t just be between the pages. Class... is NOW IN SESSION!

The Art of Sex… In Writing.
The name alone would have made it the most sought-after writing course at Columbia, but it didn’t hurt that the professor was smoking hot!
Addison Tomms was an aspiring romance novelist and senior Creative Writing Major at the prestigious Ivy League university. The class was packed and judging by the tongues wagging and the obvious swooning by the male and female student body alike, she figured she was one, in maybe a hundred, serious writing students in the auditorium.
Addy knew Dr. Jaxon Michaels was a New York Times bestseller many times over, and secretly, she devoured his books. His love scenes set the pages, and her body, on fire. It was no secret that the associate professor teaching the course was sexy… but could he really be as sensual as his words?
Addison had her answer on the very first day of class when the handsome Dr. Michaels taunted and teased his students with what the class actually entailed; all watching with mouths agape. He was a thousand percent more stunning in person than the television entertainment interviews she’d seen or any of the photos that she and her best friend, Michelle, had spent hours searching online.
Something stirred deep inside her when his sensual eyes raked over her because she’d been the only one brave enough to answer his first question. Her reaction was physical; his gaze felt as if he’d actually touched her, and she was more and more intrigued.
Addy knew this man would rock her world… but it wouldn’t just be between the pages.
Class... is NOW IN SESSION!

Morgan Barrett is off limits.   Why?   She’s my best friend’s sister and insists that she isn’t interested in a relationship.   That didn’t stop us from sharing one incredibly passionate night together. However, one night was not enough for either of us.   I want more.   She needs more.  When we give in to the temptation, something amazing happens. But can we keep the past from destroying the future we both desire?

Morgan Barrett is off limits.

Why?

She’s my best friend’s sister and insists that she isn’t interested in a relationship.

That didn’t stop us from sharing one incredibly passionate night together. However, one night was not enough for either of us.

I want more.

She needs more.

When we give in to the temptation, something amazing happens. But can we keep the past from destroying the future we both desire?

One deep breath. Two slow blinks. Three hollow beats. I’m still here.  After three years, that reminder isn’t as necessary. But everyone has their bad days. This is definitely one of them. Until an adorable little boy dashes into my store. His zest for life makes me smile in a way that’s been long lost. Then I meet his father. Well, confront is more like it.   Brance Stone is volatile.  Offensive.  Harsh.  And can’t be bothered to care.  Not that I want him to. I get frostbite just looking into Brance’s glacial stare. But there’s something undeniable about him.   My misery suddenly craves company. The suffocating numbness lifts whenever Brance is near. That alone should have me running in the opposite direction. Try as I might, there’s no avoiding him. If only I could understand why. As if he’d let me.   I don’t ask. He doesn’t tell. A silent, bitter truce settles between us.  That was our first mistake.  It’s certainly not the last.

One deep breath. Two slow blinks. Three hollow beats.
I’m still here.
After three years, that reminder isn’t as necessary. But everyone has their bad days. This is definitely one of them. Until an adorable little boy dashes into my store. His zest for life makes me smile in a way that’s been long lost. Then I meet his father.
Well, confront is more like it.

Brance Stone is volatile.
Offensive.
Harsh.
And can’t be bothered to care.
Not that I want him to. I get frostbite just looking into Brance’s glacial stare. But there’s something undeniable about him.

My misery suddenly craves company. The suffocating numbness lifts whenever Brance is near. That alone should have me running in the opposite direction. Try as I might, there’s no avoiding him. If only I could understand why. As if he’d let me.

I don’t ask. He doesn’t tell. A silent, bitter truce settles between us.
That was our first mistake.
It’s certainly not the last.

Hollywood The moment I laid eyes on Finn Parker's headshot, I knew that if this guy could act, I wanted him for the hero role in the film being made from my book, Fleeing an August Moon. The tall, blond, and ruggedly handsome actor looked exactly like the picture I'd seen in my head the entire time I was writing the book. The studio, however, had different thoughts on a leading man. Box Office crusher, Maverick Dailey, made it clear that he wanted the role. The producers, studio, and everyone involved were thrilled to score such a celebrity. Well, everyone except me. And it's my vote that counts since, according to my contract, I get final say on casting. Maverick is amazing, yet I'm just not sure... It certainly didn't help that Finn Parker and I seemed destined to cross paths. We ran into each other all over Hollywood. And the more time we spent together, the more the sparks between us flew. We had an intense chemistry, something I'd only ever read about in books like mine. Which made me wonder, was I really falling for Finn or just living out a fantasy with a red-blooded, live version of my hot hero character? It's easy to confuse fiction for reality in Hollywood. Everything is not as it seems in this town. Not to mention, Finn's life would forever change if he landed the role. Which made me question how good of an actor he really was? Was he interested in me, or the role I had the power to give him?   Is this Real Love or just Reel Love?

Hollywood
The moment I laid eyes on Finn Parker's headshot, I knew that if this guy could act, I wanted him for the hero role in the film being made from my book, Fleeing an August Moon.
The tall, blond, and ruggedly handsome actor looked exactly like the picture I'd seen in my head the entire time I was writing the book.
The studio, however, had different thoughts on a leading man. Box Office crusher, Maverick Dailey, made it clear that he wanted the role. The producers, studio, and everyone involved were thrilled to score such a celebrity. Well, everyone except me.
And it's my vote that counts since, according to my contract, I get final say on casting. Maverick is amazing, yet I'm just not sure...
It certainly didn't help that Finn Parker and I seemed destined to cross paths. We ran into each other all over Hollywood. And the more time we spent together, the more the sparks between us flew. We had an intense chemistry, something I'd only ever read about in books like mine.
Which made me wonder, was I really falling for Finn or just living out a fantasy with a red-blooded, live version of my hot hero character?
It's easy to confuse fiction for reality in Hollywood. Everything is not as it seems in this town.
Not to mention, Finn's life would forever change if he landed the role. Which made me question how good of an actor he really was? Was he interested in me, or the role I had the power to give him?
Is this Real Love or just Reel Love?