Riley Edwards

Tuesday Knowls is done. Once burned, twice shy. Twice burned? Game over. On the outside, Tuesday has it all. She comes from money, she's a beautiful runway model, her smile comes easy, and she's quick to laugh. But looks can be deceiving. Inside, she's lost and lonely. So when the smokin' hot firefighter swoops in with his sweet talk and promises, she decides to be the one who uses, for once. Jackson Clark is a man who knows what he wants. And he...

Ethan Lenox became a single father at sixteen when his girlfriend signed over custody of their newborn daughter and left to chase her dreams. Eight years later he's a police officer, fiercely protective of the little girl and dedicated to his work. He's never had time for dating and won't allow any woman to betray his trust or abandon him again. But the intriguing woman who shows up to rent the room he's offering has him rethinking his ideas. Photographer...

He lives to enforce the law. But he'll break every rule to protect her. Nick Clark I clipped a shiny, new FBI badge to my belt, thinking I could save the world. Four years later, the shield's got some dents, along with my idealism. And there's one cold case that's come back to haunt me. A killer has resurfaced, and all my instincts tell me he's after the victim that got away. I'll break every rule in the book to protect beautiful, scarred Meadow....

He's a trained killer, but she's found his one weakness. The moment Jasper Walker hears Emily Jenkins's sultry voice, it's like a punch to the gut. An instant and heated reaction that winds its way through his heart and warms his skin. Then he hears the one word capable of breaking that electrifying connection: "son." That one word rocks his world sideways, triggering his "hell no" reaction-for reasons he keeps imprisoned in the darkest corner...

He lives in the shadows to protect her. But to save her, he'll have to rise from the grave. Lily The day Shane boarded the plane for basic training, I was happy for him. He escaped a life we both despised. Then he was killed in action before I had the chance to tell him I loved him. Now I write letters he'll never read. Talk to a cold gravestone, heard only by the wind . . . and maybe that guy in a baseball cap I only glimpse before he disappears....