Welcome to Conception Ridge (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9781998523047)

A three-book collection of age gap, off-limits attraction spicy bedtime reads!

Before He Was Her Headmaster

We met at a truck stop. The chemistry was immediate, and we both do something out of character: one night, no explanations. The next day, I arrive at my new private school. Now I'm the off-limits forbidden temptation Sebastian Craig can't forget, and we both try our best to behave. It works for a few weeks...until our secret cravings come tumbling out in the library after hours. How will we keep our private connection hidden until the end of the term? I want to be his sweet girl forever, but the age gap and responsibility of his job might be too much to overcome...

Above the Shop

He was my mom's high school boyfriend.

I have seventeen dollars to my name and a one-way bus ticket to my new college town-two months early. Oh, and the name of a man I've never met scrawled on a piece of paper. Henry Wilde.

But when I show up on his doorstep, he has no idea that my mom said I could stay with him. And he only has one bed.

It's eight weeks until I can move onto campus.

Eight weeks of living with him above his barbershop. So I'm going to make myself useful. Help him out and try not to pester him about what it will be like at college. Because this homeschooled girl has a lot of questions, but they're not appropriate for my de facto guardian. Not even if we're both consenting adults...

Santa's Baby

Ford Gamble is my dad's best friend. He's also the reclusive keeper of the Conception Ridge lighthouse. I remember a time when he was around more-the perfect, hotter-than-sin fodder for all my teenage fantasies. And if I'm being honest, for most of my fantasies since then too. . .

Now there's just enough silver in his shock of sexy hair and thick beard that he looks a little like a hot forty-year-old Santa with six-pack abs. And that's what has me heading to the lighthouse on a dark, stormy Christmas Eve when the retirement home where I work needs a fill-in Mr. Claus for their annual celebration.

Except I underestimate the bad weather. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in his bed, and I realize I may have revealed my forbidden fantasies to him in my feverish sleep. Can I convince him to finally let me call him Daddy Christmas? Or will he deny he shares my taboo feelings?

Because I know Ford can't stop looking at me with a wild heat in his gaze. And my desperate Christmas wish is that he's thinking about corrupting his little, not-so-innocent angel.