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Finding a good roommate through a classified ad isn’t as easy as it sounds.
I was starting to lose hope.
Until a knock at my door came and God answered my prayers.
Except…uh…wrong prayer, God.
I’d definitely requested the big guy find me a drop-dead gorgeous man on more than one occasion...just not as my roommate.
Declan Tate talked me into interviewing him anyway.
While he was amusing and charismatic, I wouldn’t have been comfortable living with a man, so I regretfully declined.
Then cupcakes showed up at my door—freshly baked by Declan and just as sinfully delicious as he was.
You could say he was persistent.
I eventually folded. It wasn’t like I had another viable candidate anyway.
Plus, I was interested in someone else. And Declan was into another woman. So it wasn’t like anything would happen romantically.
After he moved in, the two of us became the best of friends. We even started to give each other advice on getting our crushes to notice us.
Eventually, Declan concocted an idea: we should pretend to be a couple to make our love interests jealous.
I was hesitant, but went along with it anyway. To my utter shock, his crazy plan worked.
Now I was dating the supposed man of my dreams, and my best friend had the woman of his.
But there was one problem.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Declan.
Those feelings we were trying to fake?
Yeah…I wasn’t pretending anymore.
Quelques années plus tard, ils héritent de la maison. Amélia, qui est institutrice, décide immédiatement d'aller passer ses vacances dans ce lieu qu'elle aime tant Elle est loin d'imaginer que Justin a eu la même idée. Il débarque un matin avec sa guitare et sa petite amie Jade. C'est là que les choses vont se compliquer et que les incompréhensions du passé vont ressurgir. La cohabitation va s'avérer plus que difficile.
Cuando mi abuela murió y me dejó la mitad de la casa de Aquidneck Island, había una trampa: la otra mitad iría al niño al que ayudó a criar. El mismo niño que se convirtió en el adolescente a quien rompí el corazón hace años. El mismo adolescente que ahora es un hombre con un cuerpo de escándalo y una personalidad igual de fuerte que sus músculos. No le había visto en años, y ahora estamos viviendo bajo el mismo techo porque ninguno está dispuesto a renunciar a la casa.
¿La peor parte? No ha venido solo.
Pronto comprendí que existe una línea muy fina entre el amor y el odio. Podía ver a través de esa sonrisa engreída. Debajo de esa apariencia... el niño seguía allí. Y también nuestra conexión. El problema es que ahora que no puedo tener a Justin, lo quiero más que nunca.
From the New York Times Bestselling authors of Stuck-Up Suit and Mister Moneybags, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
I’m writing this letter because it’s highly doubtful I’ll ever garner the courage to say this to your face.
So, here goes.
We’re totally wrong for each other. You’re the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I’m just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England.
But here’s the thing… for some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.
I want you.
The only reason I’m even admitting all of this to you right now is because I don’t believe it’s one-sided. I notice your eyes when you look at me, too. And as crass as I appear when we’re joking around about sex, my attraction to you is not a joke.
So, what’s the purpose of this note? I guess it’s a reminder that we’re adults, that sex is healthy and natural, and that you can find me just through the door past the kitchen. More specifically, it’s to let you know that I’m leaving said door cracked open from now on in case you’d fancy a British bedmate in the middle of the night sometime.
No questions asked.
Think about it.
Whatever you choose.
It’s doubtful I’ll even end up sliding this letter under your door anyway.
***Please note that the titles in this series do not have to be read in any particular order.***
A Series of Standalone Novels book series:
1. Cocky Bastard
2. Stuck-Up Suit
3. Playboy Pilot
4. Mister Moneybags
5. British Bedmate
An Amazon Charts bestseller.
From New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a love story about taking chances and the surprises that come with them.
My love story all started with a letter.
Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for.
You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months.
So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far.
While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father.
I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn’t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally.
Like when I showed up on their doorstep.
Quand une cam-girl et un riche héritier se rencontrent en ligne, ça fait des étincelles.
Nous nous sommes rencontrés de façon improbable. Au départ, tout était anodin. J'étais « ScreenGod », et elle « Montana ».
Évidemment, ce n'était pas nos vrais noms, seulement les pseudonymes que nous avions choisis.
La nuit, me connecter et lui parler était mon échappatoire – mon refuge.
En réalité, elle s'appelait Eden, comme je ne tardai pas à le découvrir.
Dès notre premier échange en ligne, je fus captivé.
Elle devint vite une addiction.
Nous ne savions rien de nos vraies identités au début... Et elle comptait bien ne rien changer à ça. L'anonymat n'altérait en rien la complicité qui s'était spontanément créée entre nous.
Cela avait même eu pour effet de nous autoriser à être plus transparents l'un envers l'autre que si nous avions réellement su qui nous étions.
Eden était drôle, intelligente, splendide – elle était la femme dont j'avais toujours rêvé.
Mais elle continuait de m'échapper.
J'avais accepté que les choses restent ainsi, jusqu'au jour où un indice me mena directement à elle. J'ai saisi cette opportunité.
C'est là que notre histoire d'amour a commencé pour de bon.
Penelope Ward, l'une des auteurs qui rencontrent le plus de succès selon le New York Times, nous livre un nouveau roman original et séduisant.
We met in the least likely of places. It started out innocently enough. I was “ScreenGod” and she was “Montana,” but of course, those weren’t our actual names, just the virtual cloaks we hid behind.
Logging in at night and talking to her was my escape—my sanctuary.
Her real name was Eden, I’d soon come to find out.
From the first time we connected online, I found myself transfixed.
She was an addiction.
At first, we knew nothing about each other’s real identities…and she was adamant that we keep things that way. Anonymity had no effect on our unstoppable chemistry, though. If anything, it allowed us to open up even more in ways we may not have otherwise.
Eden was funny, intelligent, gorgeous—everything I’d ever wanted in a woman.
But I couldn’t really have her.
I had accepted things would have to stay the way they were—until the day I found a clue that led me straight to her.
So I took a chance.
And that was when our love story really began.
Growing up, the three of us were friends.
He was the nerd.
I was the playboy.
She was the beauty.
Deep down, I only ever wanted her. I kept it inside because Rory and I made a pact that our friend, Amber, was off-limits.
I went off to college, and he got the girl.
Amber never knew how I felt.
They were together for years--before he broke her heart.
Through it all and across the miles, she and I casually stayed in touch.
When my job sent me to Boston for a three-month contract position, Amber let me stay in her spare room.
Still reeling from her breakup, she'd sworn off men.
One night, I opened her computer to find the shock of my life. She'd hesitantly contacted a male escort company. Afraid to date and get her heart broken again, she was looking for sex with no strings.
Every emotion imaginable ran through me: protectiveness, jealousy--curiosity.
Amber had chosen Gentleman Number Nine and sent him a message.
She opened up to him, confessing, among other things, her physical attraction to her friend--me. But she considered me off-limits--and she thought I was a manwhore. (Ironic, considering the circumstances.)
Eventually, she set up a date to meet Gentleman Nine at a hotel.
When she showed up several nights later to meet him, she was stunned to see me standing there--with an offer I hoped she wouldn't refuse.
They called him Mack Daddy. No, seriously, his name was Mack. Short for Mackenzie. Thus, the nickname. Perfect, right?
So was he: perfect. The perfect physical male specimen.
At the private school where I taught, Mack Morrison was the only man around in a sea of women.
Everyone wanted a piece of the hot, single father of the sweet little boy.
I became a woman I didn't recognize, someone riddled with jealousy, because they didn't know that--to me--he was much more.
They didn't know about our past.
He'd chosen my school for his son on purpose, because Mack and I, we had unfinished business.
As my friend, Lorelai, so eloquently put it: "Unfinished business between two people who are clearly attracted to each other is like an eternal case of blue balls." And I was suffering in pain from my case.
I was still intensely attracted to Mack. I tried to resist him, immersing myself further into a relationship with someone else just to protect my heart.
Not to mention, getting involved with a parent was strictly against school rules. But seeing Mack day in and day out was breaking me down.
And soon I might be breaking all the rules.
Author's note - Told in alternating points of view, Mack Daddy is a full-length standalone novel.
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