He’ll break her three-date rule or go down in flames trying… Firefighter Jackson Hart is back in Brooklyn and on the hunt for the girl who’s kept him burning for ten long years. The girl he left, in a total prick move, without saying goodbye. Now he’s determined to make it right, to hell with her three-date rule. But Becca’s not ready to forgive and forget. In fact, she seems determined to stoke his fire every chance she gets. She wants to avoid sexy distractions like him? Fine. Because what she doesn’t know—yet—is that Jax isn’t the kind of man to give up when he wants something. And he always gets what he wants.
It’s now or never.
Solidifying her resolve, Becca reached out, resting her palm on his bicep—his rather massive, rocklike bicep—and proceeded to curse herself for noticing. So not the point. Just because he could wrap her in that steely embrace, didn’t mean she wanted him to. This was the same boy who’d broken her heart and left her crying into her pillow more nights than she cared to remember.
Looks changed, people didn’t.
Jax shifted on his stool, turning his body toward her. He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on the hand that rested on his arm. Their eyes met, and he smiled at her, a sexy grin that hooked up on the left playing across his full lips. And, oh sweet Jesus. When he turned those dimples on her, her panties nearly went up in flames.
Damn. She’d forgotten those dimples. How was that even possible? No matter. He was a player and she wasn’t falling for it this time.
Fool me once.
“Can I help you?” he asked, the words smoother than a shot of Johnnie Walker Black.
Pretending to study him, she gave a coy smile in return. Then, tapping into her inner vixen, she stroked his bicep, relishing the way his muscles rippled at her touch. “That remains to be seen. I’m Becca.”
“Jackson Hart,” he said, offering his hand. First a smile and now a handshake? If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he’d gone off and become a proper gentleman. With no choice but to accept his offer, she released his bicep and met him halfway, trying not to think about the way his calloused hand swallowed her own, wrapping it in warmth and sending a tingle racing up her arm. Or about the way her heartbeat accelerated at his touch. No way they had chemistry all these years later. No. Freaking. Way. “You can call me Jax.”
“Because that’s what all the ladies call you?” She leaned into his personal space, reminding herself it wasn’t real. It was a set up. A role she played. Jax needed a hefty dose of karma, and she fully intended to deliver. Nothing more.
“The ladies?” He raked a hand through his dirty blond hair. Interesting. Jackson Hart was nervous. She was sure of it. After all, how many times had she watched him do the very same thing as a kid? His hair was shorter now, cropped close on the sides with an artfully messy spike on top, but that gesture? It hadn’t changed at all. “I just moved back to town. So, yeah, no ladies.”
“No ladies yet,” she said, correcting him with a growing level of confidence. Pressing her body against his, she snaked a hand up his arm. “Which means you’re all mine.”
“These guys might have something to say about that,” he teased, hooking a thumb over his shoulder at his buddies.
“I’m really not interested in what they think.” Licking her lips suggestively, she kept her eyes fixed on him, pretending he was the only man she had eyes for in the crowded bar. Guys liked to feel important, too, right? And really, she didn’t give a crap about his friends. They were definitely not part of the plan. “But I’ll make this easy for you, Jax. Me and you. Saturday night. Eight o’clock. Co.”
ONCE UPON A DARE: The first night was a dare. The second night was trouble…
Advertising guru Olivia Masterson is all work and no play. But on the eve of earning her dream promotion, her best friend dares her to drop her ice queen façade for one night and seduce a sexy stranger. Olivia’s worked her ass off to get where she is-why the hell not?
Cole Bennett never thought he’d run into his feisty one-night stand at the office, furious that he stole her promotion. No matter how hard she tries to ice him out, they can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves…or their clothes on.
Olivia’s talented-maybe even more than Cole-so when his dropped hints to the boss net her a promotion of her own, he’s ready to celebrate…until she accuses him of fueling office rumors that she slept her way to the top. She wants to earn her own way? Fine. So what the hell does a guy have to do to permanently melt an ice queen?
ONCE UPON A POWER PLAY: He’ll do whatever it takes to get her against the boards… Sidelined by a potentially career-ending injury, the only thing hockey player Ryan Douglas should be thinking about is recovery. But after sharing a near death experience and a night of passion with a spunky brunette, the only thing on his mind is five and a half feet of sexy sarcasm. And he’ll do whatever it takes to get her back in his bed–even if it means playing dirty. Chloe Jacobs is done with fairytales. And men. She’s kissed her share of frogs and what’s it gotten her? Dumped by text–again. Determined to eighty-six illusions of romance and prove she’s more than just a good-time girl, the last thing she needs is a pushy, arrogant hockey player testing her resolve. Especially one who’s sinfully good with his hands and thinks date-by-blackmail is a perfectly acceptable social convention. Ryan wants to play games? Fine by her, but this is one faceoff he’s going to lose.
Jennifer Bonds writes sizzling contemporary romance with sassy heroines, sexy heroes, and a whole lot of mischief. When she’s not writing or wrangling toddlers, she can be found curled up with a good book and a bottle of wine. Jennifer lives in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, where her overactive imagination and weakness for reality TV keep life interesting. She’s lucky enough to live with her own real life hero, two adorable children, and a pair of rambunctious dogs. Loves Buffy, Mexican food, the Winchester brothers, and all things zombie. Sings off-key.