Author: caradee
Finnegan O’SheaThe Sons of Munster have been living this life for generations. We have our own protocol, our own traditions, dating back to when two families merged and created our syndicate in Ireland. Now, we have our strongholds in Philly and Chicago, and the wrong man holds the highest position. The day my uncle decided to betray us, he signed his own death warrant, and after a five-year … and after a five-year hitch in the can, I’m ready to take everything from him. In order to ensure the demise of his management, I have to get close to him.…
I’m not saying Henry jinxed us when he chose to send out two hundred holiday cards stating we were going to have a blissful Christmas at home… Before we knew it, our peace and quiet went out the window, and we were headed to Mexico for a photo shoot my agent had neglected to tell me about. Of course, we had to deal with the man who didn’t want us to be together, and then we ended up back in LA, … back in LA, and we had to figure out what was going on with my brother, and, and……
I was my own worst enemy. For as much as I depended on order and a structured life to easier manage my bipolar disorder, fire was irresistible and indisputably my favorite toy to play with. On the ice, it turned me into a hotheaded hockey player. In the bedroom, my attitude was my last defense, a front I wanted to see tumbling down. But lately, all I got was burned. Love sucked. Correction: it … Correction: it sucked when you were in love with your parents’ closest friend and he didn’t feel the same. I admitted my feelings for Madigan…
Have you ever woken up and expected to see destruction everywhere?In 48 hours, I lost everything. I came home to find my girlfriend of four years with another man. The next day a plane crash ripped my family away from me, shattering me in the process. In many ways, I died that day, too. The fun-loving man who’d lived in the fast lane and loved his career in the film industry was gone. Left was a … Left was a forty-year-old shell that dwelled at the bottom of a bottle.Only one person knew what I was going through. My sister’s…
Zach came to Los Angeles to explore his sexuality and track down a friend’s uncle, Henry Bennington — but falling in love with Henry was never part of the plan! A fun, sexy romance.
When life gave you lemons, you learned who stayed and made lemonade with you. Or something to that effect. And the day Ellis Hayes kidnapped me—or, he borrowed a yacht and didn’t know I was on board—he’d definitely been handed too many lemons. We faced a dilemma when I woke up hungover in the middle of the ocean. He needed to get the hell out of town to do some soul searching and decide whether … decide whether or not to divorce his wife, and I needed to get back on land because humans didn’t belong on the water. There…
Family man Austin Huntley and mechanic Cameron Nash couldn’t be more different — but when they survive five nightmarish months together at the hands of a kidnapper, they develop an unbreakable bond… A riveting, intense read with over 1,700 five-star ratings on Goodreads.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve only had one goal: survival. It’s what I know. There is no future beyond making it through another night and getting my hands on as much money as possible, by any means necessary. Pride and dignity are things I can’t afford.It’s been the worst year yet—and not because I live on the streets. That’s nothing compared to being separated from my little girl. But I … girl. But I do what I can, and I send any money I make for her care. I can only hope she remembers me. I’m past…
One novel… than one, which would be totally inappropriate. —Isla Roe.…two love stories.Shock can be good or bad. It can be a good shock to discover you’re going to be a father at eighteen. This isn’t that kind of shock. This is bad. Several weeks after she was supposed to return home, one justifiably infuriated father makes his way to northern Washington. That would be me. Checking in at Cedar Inn, I think of ways to confront Jack and Isla—until I spot a familiar face from my childhood on the other side of the desk. But it can’t be her,…
At ten years old, Kelly and I were two rambunctious boys who carved our initials into a tree in the forest. We promised to be best friends forever and bumped our fists to seal the deal. I never should’ve kissed him that summer before college. It was a day that buried me in shame, a day I spent the next twenty-four years regretting, a day I never told anyone about. At forty-three, depression was … depression was suffocating me. Not even my wife and two children could lift the heavy fog. I was riddled with guilt and self-hatred, and I…