Author: eviemitchell

ErikNappies, poop and so many sleepless nights I was pretty sure in some countries this would be considered torture and my kids could be tried for war crimes. Yep, I was now a dad. A dad who had no clue what he was doing. A dad who somehow ended up with two kids who weren’t his but I fuc- er, I mean – gosh-darn I loved them. Only… I needed help. A LOT of help. My house was a wreck and I needed … was a wreck and I needed sleep. Badly. Enter Laura — the Queen of Clean. She…

EmilyThe doctors told me I have amnesia. They’ve said it’s a result of the concussion I sustained after getting hit by a drunk driver on New Years Eve, but I know the truth. I’ve been transported to a parallel universe, it’s the only plausible explanation as to why I’m now living five years in the future where I’ve morphed into some kind of body-conscious diet addict who has a better relationship … relationship with my mother-in-law than my husband. Or should I say, ex-husband. How is it that Calvin Jameson and I have gone from hopelessly devoted to separated and…

I’d always been told I had thunder thighs. Chunky, thick, beautiful – I embraced my curves just waiting for the right thunder god to come along and rock my world. Then Gunnar Larsson strode his tall, blonde, Viking butt through my bar doors. My thighs awaited his plunder. Walking into Ella Bronze’s bar was the best decision I’d made all year. Fuck, all decade. The gorgeous bombshell had curves … had curves for days – the kind that made me drool. There was no way this seductive siren was escaping. Looked like it was time to do what my ancestors…