Author: elisefaber
First came the director yelling, “Action!Next came the actual acting.Last came . . . the end scene.Or at least, that was what I liked to call my job as a publicist to Hollywood’s elite. If my client hit it big, I was the one who’d made that possible. And while being on call twenty-four seven meant I was chronically single, I was fine with that. I’d been in a serious relationship once and had … relationship once and had ultimately discovered that I wasn’t cut out for commitment or being tied down or living in a small town.I needed lights…
Liam Williamson was a legend in the NHL. Or rather . . . his family was legend. He was the least talented of his family of hockey players—with his father and two older brothers seriously outplaying, outscoring, and out-succeeding Liam’s limited achievements. He’d been traded to four teams in as many years and it was widely accepted that his career was nearly at an end. Now he was with the San … Francisco Gold, barely on the lineup and just waiting for notice that he’d been scratched from every game. His trade to another—and probably final—team was imminent. That was…
The white dress.The diamond ring.The full church.The . . . missing groom.Molly Miller had become a cliché when Jackson Davis left her at the altar, but she’d crawled back from the heartbreak and embarrassment and was living her dream of running a successful eatery in San Francisco.Well, good riddance. She didn’t need Jackson, or any other man in her life. She had Molly’s, her restaurant, she had … Molly’s, her restaurant, she had her customers, and she finally had found some happy.Who cared that she had unanswered questions as to why Jackson had left? It didn’t matter. He’d gone and…
Kate McLeod was desperate. Her younger sister was having her first baby, her younger brother was recently married, and . . . Christmas was coming. And in the McLeod household, Christmas was everything. Every year her parents’ house looked like an assembly of angels had puked everywhere. She was talking lights and glitter, garland and plaid. EVERYWHERE. All of that Christmas spirit was topped off … off with the annual McLeod Holiday Party, complete with mistletoe and happy couples and . . . her lonesome single ass. Kate, the one everyone tried to set up with their friend or cousin…
Soon after she’s hired as the new assistant coach for the San Francisco Gold, an unintended pregnancy sends straitlaced Calle Stevens into a tailspin. But star player Cooper Armstrong wants to help her — and he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he’s father material…
My life was boring until I met him.Painfully tedious, pathetically lonely, and I absolutely hated it.But I was too scared to do anything about it. Too scared to change . . . at least until I met Kace.I should have been terrified of him—scared of his size (he towered over my short, curvy self), freaked out by the fierce tats covering his arms and torso (they even crawled up his neck), and … up his neck), and definitely frightened by the angry scowl he unleashed on anyone who dared to disrupt him (though this happened rarely, it still did happen).Except,…
Trixie Donovan had been born stupid.Okay, not so much intellectually inept as born with a stupid name. Named after her flighty mother’s favorite pooch, Trixie had spent most of her life fending off comments of her canine similarities from her siblings.They thought they were hilarious, and she thought . . .Well, there was a reason she’d moved to the opposite side of the globe and it wasn’t because … globe and it wasn’t because she was close with her family.She’d left California for bigger and better things then had kept on moving, putting her nursing skills to use to help…
Age was just a number.Or rather, for Artemis Lang, anything over eighteen was just a number.She was nearly forty, in excellent shape, with a nice face, and a decided weakness for pretty boys. She also didn’t care if those pretty boys were her age or much younger. A man was a man and she loved men.But just because she was open to seeing younger men, didn’t mean she was open to a future with them.… open to a future with them.Artemis lived her life in temporaries.Temporary relationships. Temporary production contracts. Temporary lengths of time in different locations around the world.No…
They’d always called her a bitch.But she didn’t think that was a bad thing.Bitches were strong, tough AF, spoke their minds, and definitely didn’t take any crap from anyone. So when anyone called Olivia a bitch, she took it as the best type of compliment. She was strong and tough, never hesitated to speak her mind, and was about as far away from a pushover as one could get.Great for her job—she’d … get.Great for her job—she’d become a VP at Prestige Media Group, managing some of the best athletes in the world and she was excellent at her career…
Eden didn’t do second dates. Not ever. Like never, ever. She wasn’t built for them or for commitment or for anything that resembled a relationship. Been there, done that, got the lousy, souvenir T-shirt. She’d married young, divorced really young, and the only thing that crappy relationship had given her was a taste for how sweet her freedom could be. So now if she saw a man and liked him, she … be. So now if she saw a man and liked him, she had him. No judgment, no censure or self-loathing. She took what they were willing to give…