Reasons not to sleep with Flynn Phillips. Again. 

1.He’s cocky.
2.He’s annoying.
3.And I can’t stand his Australian a$$!

I can’t stop thinking about it either . . . 

Since our wedding hook-up months ago,
He’s ruined me!
My O has gone—it’s been months since I . . . well, you know . . .

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Dear birthday gods,
I’d like my very own Australian experience, if you know what I mean.
One with a panty-melting accent and a very wicked grin.
The icing on my birthday cake would be if he takes a trip down under tonight . . . 

A bad boy trying to be good and a good girl determined to break ALL his rules 

There are a few things I regret in my life. Okay, more than a few. Like . . . 

1. Waiting for Prince Charming.
2. Saving my virginity for our wedding night.
3. Then finding out my prince was nothing more than a lying, cheating toad.

Actually, I don’t regret the last one.

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Remember that time your friend hired you a male escort?
No? Just me then.

He was supposed to be arm candy.
A strong, sturdy presence to escort me to the party of my crush.
Pity he isn’t any of those things.
But he is pretty,
And funny. Charming.
And determined to get into my panties…

A man walks into a coffee shop and gets offered a job in the movies.
Sounds like the start of a joke, right?

Or every man’s fantasy.
Until I remember I’m trying to be a good man.
A single father.
One who doesn’t do casual relationships,
Let alone get paid for s*x.
But for those curves and that mouth?
Any man might be tempted . . . 

Technically, I might be breaking and entering,
I didn’t come down the chimney.
And I’m no Ho (Ho Ho)
But I did get my hands on his . . . Surprise Package.

When I arrive at my remote holiday cottage, 
I don’t expect to find a hot Scotsman in my bed. 
I also don’t plan on being snowed in with him. 
He says I have the wrong address—that the cottage is his.
But I think there’s another story…

Captain Ben Monroe has an a$$ made for touching, 
And a panty-dropping smile.
He’s also my best friend’s younger brother.
And the worst mistake of my life. 

Or maybe the best.
It’s hard to tell.

He was a blight on my childhood.
A thorn in my side.
I haven’t seen him in years, 
And now he needs a place to stay.

The best way to get over a man is to get under another one?
Not for this girl.

Check out my break-up list:
1.Get a new job
2.Move away
3.Don’t add a new man to this list

Because no way I’m risking my heart again.
Until I meet a man hotter than sin,
And impossible to resist. 
At least, that’s what I tell myself when I wake naked in his hotel suite.

Fantasies. We all have them.
The night I go home with him, he’s mine.
Dark. Dominant. His hot Brit accent makes me wet. 
He has secrets. A past. A son.
But that night, I only know I want him.

I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.
I don’t get drunk.
Don’t go home with handsome strangers…

Fin Hayes has ninety-nine problems. Quite literally. 

She’s lost her husband, her job, recently avoided jail time, and is back living in the place she’s always loathed . . . when problem #100 walks in.

Rory Tremaine is ripped, rich, and handsome, and a blast from the past who seems to have no recollection of Fin. But second time around that’s okay, because when she’s near his firm ass and tattoos, she’s using a fake name anyway.

When Ivy Adams is summoned back to LA by her secret husband, it’s for the purpose of revenge, not a second chance. Estranged as long as they’ve been married, Ivy’s never told anyone she even has a husband, let alone he’s the Scots born movie star, Dylan Duffy.

Yeah, that Dylan Duffy. The sexy-as-sin bad-boy. The man whose rumbling accent makes panties damp…

He’s dirty, hot, and Scottish.
Hear him speak and you’ll understand . . .
So. Damn. Sexy.

He wears a suit like a hooker wears lingerie.
For the business of temptation.
I’m not giving in.

Even if his hands were in my panties the night we met . . . 
It won’t happen again.

#1 Rule of nannying?
Don’t screw the daddy.

It doesn’t matter that he’s single.
Or that he’s more God-Bod than Dad Bod.
Or that he’s got that whole rugged Scottish thing going on.
He’s off limits.
Gruff and complicated.
And he recently rearranged his life for a son he never knew he had…

I used to think that true love was like Santa Claus.
As in, make believe.
That stockings were for peeling off.
Not filling up.
And that stuffing . . . Well, I’m sure you see where I’m going with that.
But this Christmas everything’s changing.
We’re still getting naughty under the mistletoe.
Bells are still being jingled a-plenty.
And there’s heaps of the white stuff around.
But this Christmas we’re finding the best gifts aren’t pulled from Santa’s sack.
Or found under the tree.
Because the best gift of all is family.

What does a Scotsman wear under his kilt?
On a good day, lipstick!

The Hot Scots Boxed Set includes three smokin’ hot Scotsmen in three standalone, related novels from the Hot Scots world!