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Driving Him Wild

The Mortimers: Wealthy & Wicked

by Zara Cox

Graciela Mortimer may be famously rich, entitled and beautiful, but photographer Jensen Scott is not thrilled about working with her on a remote Alaskan photoshoot. And yet, when a blizzard snows them in, he knows it’s time to thaw this dominant ice queen’s heart...

Taming Reid

Miami Heat

by J. Margot Critch

Influencer Lila Campbell’s life is filled with posh parties, luxe travel and millions of followers. But one night with a mouthwateringly gorgeous stranger in Miami’s South Beach could destroy it all. Especially when the man is Reid Rexford—the sexiest, most distrustful man Lila’s ever met...

Pure Temptation

Fantasy Island

by Rebecca Hunter

For extreme athlete Daxon Miles, enforced R&R at a Hawaiian resort is agony. But there’s nothing relaxing about physical therapist Kendall Clark. Their chemistry is volcanic—and dangerous. Daxon is hanging from a precipice and losing his grip—and falling for Kendall might cost him everything...

Dirty Work

by Regina Kyle

CHAPTER ONE

Ainsley

I’VE SEEN A LOT of strange things in my line of work. Manhattan is full of oddballs, and I seem to be a magnet for them. I’ve taken each and every one of their, shall we say, eccentric requests in stride. You know what they say. The customer’s always right. Well, almost always. I do have some hard limits.

And this may be one of them.

I get down on my knees and look my newest prospective client in the eye. The trendy Tribeca loft is big by Manhattan standards, but he seems to dominate the space, his massive frame making the Mad Men–style furniture look like it belongs in a dollhouse. He’s impeccably groomed and sleekly muscled, coiled and ready to pounce like a jungle cat at the slightest sign of weakness.

Honestly, I’m a little afraid of him. He’s more than a tad overwhelming. I’m not sure I can handle that much raw, unadulterated power. I wonder not for the first time what he’s doing here, in this apartment. With his bulk and brawn, he seems more suited to country living than city dwelling. I can’t help feeling he’d be happier somewhere with more room to roam.

“So what do you think, Ainsley? Can you do it?” an uncertain female voice asks from over my shoulder.

Brie Lawson. I’d almost forgotten she’s there, that’s how uncharacteristically rattled I am. In truth, she’s the prospective client, not Roscoe. We met at a spin class in the Village. I made the mistake of telling her what I do for a living, and she insisted I was the only one who could help her.

And Roscoe.

“Please, Ainsley. I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t say yes.”

“I don’t know, Brie,” I answer, not taking my eye off Roscoe, who’s been surprisingly quiet throughout this whole ordeal. “This is totally out of my comfort zone.”

“I’ll pay double your usual rate. Triple. Well, Jake will. Lord knows he can afford it.”

That’s right. It isn’t even Brie who’ll be my client if I accept her crazy proposal. It’s her mysterious, heretofore unseen brother who’ll be footing the bill for my services.

The very exorbitant bill.

I make one last head-to-paw assessment of the Irish wolfhound sitting on his haunches in front of me, then get back to my feet with a crisp nod. This may be an exercise in insanity given my spotty history with dogs, especially large ones, but three times my going rate is too damn good to pass up. Odds & Errands—the concierge service I started out of my apartment a little less than a year ago—needs the business. And mama needs those Louboutin striped leather sling-backs she saw in the display window at Saks.

“Deal.”

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