Auteurs similaires à suivre
Gérer vos suivis
Les clients ont aussi acheté des articles de
Mises à jour de l'auteur
Livres de Deborah Bladon
Imagine my surprise when I found out that the bride-to-be is me.
Graham Locke is cocky, condescending, and looks sinfully sexy wrapped in a thousand dollar suit.
He’s also a nightmare to work for.
When he sends me a text message asking me to meet him because he’s getting married, I laugh out loud.
Who would marry him?
It turns out I do. I literally marry my boss.
It’s not for love. I can’t say it’s entirely for money, but that does factor into my decision to become Mrs. Locke for ninety days.
Three months will fly by, right?
Within twenty four hours, I’m counting the seconds until I can go back to being Trina Shaw.
I persevere because I’m not one to give up even though I seriously consider it.
It doesn’t take long before I discover that my husband isn’t the man I thought he was.
The secrets he keeps hidden close to his heart may end up breaking mine.
He’s rude, insensitive, and cold as ice.
After he crashes into me on a snowy night, I vow that I’ll do everything in my power to avoid him for the rest of my life.
That lasts a day.
When I realize that I’ll be forced to spend more time with him, I try to make nice.
Calder wants to get naughty.
That will never happen.
I don’t care that he’s gorgeous and could light up all of Manhattan with his brilliant smile. I haven’t thought twice about the way he looks at me.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t fall for a man until I made every one of my dreams come true, but what if those dreams are already my reality?
Author’s Note: This novella is as naughty as it is nice. If you’re looking for a holiday-themed read with a bit of heat, this book is for you. I hope it puts a smile on your face and sparks a little magic in your heart.
My job is to uncover all of his dirty little secrets.
Kavan Bane is painfully private, grumpy as hell, and an enigma.
He spends his time looking down at Manhattan from inside his palatial penthouse.
Most people view him as a cold-hearted bastard.
I see him as a ticket to the promotion I’ve always wanted.
When my boss tells me that I’ve been handpicked to interview the sinfully sexy billionaire, I jump at the chance.
Mr. Bane may be cruel, stubborn, and notoriously secretive, but that doesn’t stop me.
I’m a woman on a mission.
All I have to do is get the facts and report them.
It should be easy, but nothing in Mr. Bane’s world is simple.
I quickly discover how hard I have to work to uncover the truth and how determined Kavan is to keep it buried forever.
Stars shine brighter when the moon is dim.
I’ve always been the moon.
That’s what happens when you push your dreams aside to fulfill the wishes of the people you love.
It’s what brought me to a New York City subway platform with my guitar and a heart full of love songs written from pain and sung with hope.
When Berk Morgan tosses a handful of coins into my guitar case, he accidentally throws in a key.
It’s the key to someone’s heart.
Berk comes looking for it. What he finds is a connection neither of us can deny.
He tells me I’m his star. He wants me to shine brighter than I ever have before, but that comes with a sacrifice I’m not sure I can make.
The first and last one-night stand I had ended with zero orgasms for me and my wallet gone.
I fell asleep after the man who called himself Kent rolled off of me and out of my life.
The only thing he left behind was a business card on the floor next to the bed.
Griffin Kent. Attorney at Law.
Since I don’t know a soul in New York, I head straight to the jerk’s office on Madison Avenue to get back my wallet and reclaim my pride.
I’m not prepared for what happens when I arrive at the prestigious law firm of Kent & Colt.
I doubt that the real Griffin Kent would leave a woman unsatisfied in any way. He’s tall, dark haired and dangerously handsome. He’s also the complete opposite of the imposter I spent the night with.
The arrogant attorney orders his assistant to help me, but he’s the one who enrolls in the art class I came to Manhattan to teach.
He may be my student, but something tells me that Griffin is going to be schooling me in the art of seduction.
Author’s Note: This sexy standalone novel contains a dirty talking attorney, nude male models and a touching HEA. Although some characters from my previous books appear in BARE, you don’t have to read any of my other books to enjoy this breathtaking romance.
I see my half-naked neighbor staring at me whenever he gets a chance.
When I moved into this apartment, I knew I'd get used to the noisy tenant across the hall, the broken air conditioner, and the squeaky floors.
I didn't think I'd grow accustomed to the lustful stares of the gorgeous man who lives in the building next to mine.
He watches me when dusk falls with an intense hunger in his eyes I've never seen before.
I sense his gaze trailing over every inch of my skin as I strip slowly, just for him.
It’s innocent until I finally get the chance to pitch my business idea to a trio of private investors.
That’s when I realize that the man who stands at his window every night staring at me is one of the three people who hold the future of my start-up in their hands.
Rocco Jones has seen my body, and now he wants to touch it.
I want my business to succeed, and I want him, but is it possible for me to have both?
Until a handsome stranger stopped the ceremony.
My world exploded on my wedding day.
A dark-haired, gorgeous stranger objected as I stood at the altar in my long, white gown.
He told all my friends, family, and my fiancé that he was the man for me.
I had no idea who he was, but he offered me an escape I was craving, so I left the church with him.
He might have been a little drunk and horribly confused.
Luke Jones stumbled into the wrong church. He was trying to stop the woman he loved from marrying another man.
I took him to his apartment, got him into bed so he could sleep it off, and left a note.
Two days later, he showed up on my doorstep.
I should have sent him away, but I didn’t.
Luke was the hero I always needed. The calm, confident, sexy-as-sin fireman saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life.
I saved him from the unending pain of a broken heart.
Right when I start to think luck brought us together, fate’s bittersweet hand threatens to tear us apart forever.
Subject: The Dick
Mr. Calvetti is as ornery as ever today.
He scolded me for taking a message from a woman who asked me to pass along this to him – “your lips are the purest form of pleasure this side of the Mississippi!”
She may not be a poet, but she is obviously head over heels for him, so I thought I’d play cupid and give him the message.
Dominick (The Dick) Calvetti told me once again to ignore all messages women leave for him.
He’s a cruel bastard with a gorgeous face and rock hard abs. I imagine he has those. He’s 6’3” and works out every morning. He has to be built under those suits, right? I know that the nickname I gave him is based on his attitude, but I sometimes wonder if it “fits” in other ways if you know what I mean. Even if it does, I still loathe him. He’s the worst boss on both sides of the Mississippi.
I attached a picture of the lingerie I bought for my date tonight. I snapped a selfie in the mirror this morning since you were still asleep.
Let me know what you think, roomie.
P.S. Tomorrow we’re getting you a new phone. I miss texting. Emailing is for old people like The Dick.
Subject: Re: The Dick
Thank you for your email.
I hardly think 34 is considered old, and for the record, I’m 6’4”.
Details matter. Sending an email to the intended recipient matters more, especially when you include a sensitive image exposing so much of your body.
Also, cancel your date, as you will now be working late tonight.
And report to my office. Immediately.
Asking for a friend.
I found something that belongs to Keats Morgan, the notorious bad boy sports agent.
So I do the right thing.
I return it.
You’d think the man would be happy to have it back.
Instead, he proceeds to fire his assistant right in front of me.
He looks to me to step in as a replacement, but I want nothing to do with the jerk.
Keats is gorgeous and charming as hell. It’s his arrogant attitude that makes me turn around and almost walk out the door. The problem?
I desperately need a job. Any job.
And Keats is offering me an incredible one.I agree to his terms before I realize there’s a catch, and it’s a big one.
Author’s Note: This standalone novel features a gorgeous boss and the assistant who turns his upside-down world right side up. Toss in a cute sidekick named Dudley, a trio of professional baseball players, and a twisty road to a happy ending. You’re in for a swoony read with a dash of heart.
My twenty-fifth birthday was just like the twenty-four before it.
I stood next to my identical twin sister as we blew out the candles on our shared birthday cake.
She wished for a healthy new baby to add to the family she already has with her husband.
I wished for my parents to stop asking me why I wasn’t more like my twin.
When I get back to Manhattan after my birthday trip, a surprise is waiting for me.
A tall, gorgeous, tattooed stranger is in my apartment.
Did I mention he’s naked?
He says it’s not a big deal. I say it is a BIG deal, if you know what I mean.
I assume he’s here to see my roommate, but apparently I’m wrong since she left town while I was away.
Sebastian Wolf is my new roommate.
I’m tempted to throw him out after the first day, but I agree to give him another chance.
When I start to wish for more, I discover that my new roommate isn’t the man I thought he was.
Author’s Note: Although some characters from my previous books appear in WISH, you don’t have to read those to enjoy this swoon-worthy standalone romance!
Liam Wolf should come with a warning.
The man is all kinds of hot.
He’s nailed down the tall, tattooed, gorgeous-as-sin look.
I shouldn’t be swooning over him.
He’s in my floral shop to order a bouquet for the woman of his dreams.
I swallow the bitter taste of envy and design a to die for arrangement.
I offer to deliver the flowers personally because I’m a glutton for punishment.
The delivery should go off without a hitch.
I end up at Liam’s office with the bouquet in one hand and a no thank you note from his ex-girlfriend in the other.
I walk away. Liam follows me.
What blooms between us is based on a rebound.
We agree to a simple no-strings-attached fling, but I soon discover that nothing in Liam’s world is simple.
I lucked out this morning in a BIG way.
Dr. Hawthorne left his apartment just as the elevator was about to leave our floor.
Bonus fantasy points for the fact that he was talking on his phone as he sprinted toward me. Technically, he was racing to catch the elevator, but I was standing front and center in it.
Whenever I hear him speak it’s like liquid pleasure in the middle of an orgasm drought.
The velvety rasp in his voice was the cherry on top of the visual delight I was witness to.
Dr. H was on his way out for a run, so it was no shirt, muscles for days, tattoos, and my imagination running circles around his half-naked body.
As always, he didn’t even glance in my direction, but a virgin can dream, right?
That’s just one of the many entries in the diary I found last night.
It belongs to the woman who lives across the hall from me.
The pink-haired beauty has no idea that I’ve read every single word she wrote about me in that diary.
The right thing to do is to forget what I read, slam the diary shut, and return it.
But, there’s no way in hell I’m doing the right thing.