Forbidden Desires
Logan Chance
Jenna Hartley
Piper Rayne
Harloe Rae
Ella Fox
Grahame Claire
Jasmin Miller
Staci Hart
K.K. Allen
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Sexy Filthy Boss Copyright © 2020 by Piper Rayne
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Tonic Copyright © 2020 by Staci Hart
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The Husband Checklist Copyright © 2020 by Jasmin Miller
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Falling From Gravity Copyright © 2020 by K.K. Allen
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Some Beach Copyright © 2020 by Harloe Rae
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Hard To Handle Copyright © 2020 by Ella Fox
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It’s Not Over Copyright © 2020 by Grahame Claire
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Contents
Rendezvous by Logan Chance
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
More on Logan Chance
Perspective by Jenna Hartley
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
More on Jenna Hartley
Sexy Filthy Boss by Piper Rayne
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
More on Piper Rayne
Tonic by Staci Hart
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
More on Staci Hart
The Husband Checklist by Jasmin Miller
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Epilogue
More on Jasmin Miller
Falling From Gravity by K.K. Allen
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
More on K.K. Allen
Some Beach by Harloe Rae
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
More on Harloe Rae
Hard To Handle by Ella Fox
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
More on Ella Fox
It’s Not Over by Grahame Claire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
More on Grahame Claire
Note From The Authors
Rendezvous by Logan Chance
LOGAN CHANCE
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Prologue
‘Legend has it that when the gods were still mortals there existed a love so deep, so true, that it created the sun and the moon. It also created all the stars that shine from above.’
* * *
A big pile of sacred rubble is a great place to lurk. I pretend I’m taking pictures of the Ixchel ruins, on the island of Cozumel, but instead I snap picture after picture of the gorgeous blonde listening intently to the tour guide explain how Ixchel’s beauty charmed dozens of Mayan men. I’m sure Ixchel was charming, but I couldn’t care less about that folklore. What I care about is wearing a saucy pink sundress that flutters in the breeze, teasing me.
“Women would journey twice a year to make offerings to the goddess of fertility,” the tour guide drones on, leading us to the temple ruins. “She was also the goddess of the moon and rainbow.”
I follow along with the tour group, keeping my distance from the goddess near the front of the pack and chuckle when I hear her say to the tour guide, ‘Wow, she was very busy.’
Consumed, I hang back in the shadows, taking picture after picture of her beauty. She looks forlorn staring at what’s left of the shrine to Ixchel. When she moves away, she loses her footing, stumbling over a deteriorating step, and a scarlet trail of blood seeps from her knee.
Immediately, I move in to help. My intentions are not noble; I came to this island for one reason, and one reason only—her.
Chapter 1
Kyla
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Bad decisions always seem like a good idea. Cozumel in the Spring probably wasn’t the best choice for a woman like me. Noel’s idea for me to come to a place like this just goes to show your therapist doesn’t always know best. I mean, looking around, it’s nothing but a bunch of college kids on spring break. There’s rock hard abs in every direction, and string bikinis too.
Liquor of every variety is the drink of choice around here. It doesn’t matter the flavor or taste, because the name of the game is how quickly you can consume your weight in alcohol in the shortest amount of time possible.
Crazy, really. Or maybe I am, for agreeing to this.
Maybe I’m in the middle of my mid-life crisis. Well, I’m only thirty, so hopefully I live long past sixty. Maybe it’s a mid mid-life crisis. Actually... it’s a divorce crisis. Never thought I’d say that. It’s tragic how quickly things can fall apart. How the stress of miscarriage after miscarriage can weigh so heavy on something you thought was solid until it’s suddenly fractured. But this vacation is just what the doctor ordered—a break from watching your world crumble to bits.
An oversized man-child, the size of a linebacker, barrels toward me as I step into the lobby of the Mirage.
“Sorry,” he apologizes as he passes, slowing down to give me a once over.
I make a mental note to call Noel and tell her this place was definitely the wrong choice.
Ignoring the man-child, I slide my Chanel shades on top of my head and cross the marble floor toward the hotel lounge. I’ve been here a mere two hours, and already the bar is looking like the place I’ll be spending most of my time. The tropical lounge is like being outside, without being outside—potted baby palms, bamboo everything, view of the beach, and colorful flowers draped along the bar.
“Pina Colada, please,” I request from the bartender, sliding onto a wicker-backed stool.
“Make that two,” a masculine voice orders from behind my shoulder before taking a seat right next to me. Ocean-colored eyes glance over at me. “How’s the knee?”
“Just a scratch,” I answer, unable to look away from the raven-haired man—definitely a man, not a boy— and his slow smile.
Finally, I tear my eyes from his ruggedly handsome face and watch the bartender pour the ingredients into the blender.
“Paradise, right?”
My attention leaves the blender, and I glance over at him. “Yeah, that’s what they say.”
“You don’t agree? Look around.” He gives a head nod toward the panoramic windows. “It’s beautiful here.”
“I haven’t seen much besides the ruins.”
“Trust me, you’ll love it here.” He plays with the coaster in front of him, spinning it in his hands as we wait for our drinks.
“Trust you? I don’t even know you.”
He smiles wide. “Well that can change.”
I eye him for a second. “When in Rome, right?”
“That’s what they say.” He stops spinning the coaster. “You here alone?”
“Yes.”
He assesses and undresses me from head to toe. “Good.”
I swivel in my barstool to face him, just as the bartender hands us our blended drinks. “Why is that good?” I ask, taking a big sip and wincing when the brain freeze sets in.
“You have to be careful of brain freeze,” the man says with a grin.
“I know.” I rub my temple. “Are you here alone?”
“I’m not now,” he says with a smile, holding out his hand for me to shake. “Mason.”
“Kyla,” I tell him, while our hands embrace.