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  Luke Saint

  I'm good at three things: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires.

  I'm not looking to settle down. Women with baggage? Pass.

  Autumn Mayburn definitely has baggage.

  She's the opposite of my type -- uptight, too smart for her own good, and, shi**, she has a kid.

  I don't even like kids.

  She's the last thing I need.

  She's everything I want.

  Autumn Mayburn

  I don't believe in fairy tales. Not since I caught my Prince Charming screwing his secretary while I was pregnant.

  I moved to West Bend with my baby to start a new life. I'm a single mom. I'm not exactly looking for romance.

  And definitely not romance in the form of a cocky, womanizing, bad boy like Luke Saint.

  I hate him from the moment I meet him.

  He's nothing that I want. He just might be everything I need.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Autumn Mayburn

  Today should have been the happiest day of my life. Today was the day that Edward and I had been trying for the past four years.

  The test was positive.

  I took it three times this morning, just to make sure. And then I drove straight to my family doctor's office and got the blood test. Still positive.

  I did a happy dance in the office room. My doctor is my family doctor -- he's known me for all of my twenty-seven years, and I think he was as tickled as I was. He knows how hard this journey has been for us.

  And then, this. Two hours later, I got the call from my doctor again. "Now, Doc Statham, don't tell me that I have to come back for an appointment already," I said, my voice teasing. Nothing could knock me off the cloud I was floating on.

  Nothing, that is, except the words that came out of his mouth after that. "Your father," he said. "I'm sorry, Autumn."

  I shook my head, trying to get my brain to process what he was saying. His voice sounded like it was far away, like he was speaking to me through some kind of tunnel. "No," I said. "It's not possible."

  "It was sudden, Autumn," he said. "Heart attack on the golf course."

  "Where -- is everyone at the hospital?" I asked. "But -- they'll fix him. He's in surgery, right?"

  "I'm sorry." It's all he kept saying, the phrase I continued to hear later, echoing in my head, rattling around in my skull. I'm sorry, over and over and over.

  I hadn't gone straight to the hospital. I drove to Edward's office in a daze. I called his cell phone, but he didn't answer. On the passenger seat in the front of the car was a little gift-wrapped box, pink and blue paper, my "surprise, we're going to have a baby!" box. It seemed tainted somehow. I contemplated not bringing it with me, but decided I couldn't keep it a secret, even if I were intermingling the news with the news of my father's death.

  When the elevator reached the thirteenth floor, I stood there, staring at the number like it was some kind of omen. The floor was empty, lights under the doors of a couple of the offices down the hall visible. Edward's secretary had gone home, and I wondered if he were at the golf course. Maybe he'd been with my father, I thought. Except that wasn't true. My sister said he was missing at the hospital. Not like that's any big surprise, she'd said bitterly.

  My family had never liked Edward. But that was all going to change after this news. More than anything, my father wanted a grandchild.

  Past tense, I realized. He would never see his grandchild. The thought brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes, and I didn't care that they were streaming down my face when I reached the door.

  I didn't bother to knock before turning the handle.

  I should have.

  I stood there, holding the pink and blue box with the ribbon on the top, the one that contained all of our hopes and dreams, the words on the tip of my tongue: I have news. Good news and bad news. I'll take the good news first, Edward would always say. Because I'm an optimist. I anticipated it, my mouth forming the words before my brain had even processed the scene before me: I'm pregnant.

  But I didn't speak those words. I stood there, staring at them. Edward's pants were around his knees, his pale ass thrusting into the woman on the desk. His secretary. Brittany. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her clear -- yes, clear, like stripper shoes -- shoes, heels digging into the small of his back.

  "Oh shit," she said. I wasn't sure at first if the words were meant for me or him. Her arm flailing, she slapped Edward's forearm repeatedly.

  "Oh yeah, your fucking pussy is so tight," he groaned.

  "Your wife," she squealed.

  His head finally turned. "Oh shit."

  I stood there, holding the box and watching my husband fuck his bimbo secretary. I opened my mouth to speak, and the words finally came out. "I'm pregnant," I said. "And my father is dead."

  ***

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  River Andrews

  Call me Cinderella. I’m a rags to riches story - girl from trailer park becomes Hollywood starlet. And I’m about to get my happy ever after.

  That is, until I walk in to my house, three hours before my wedding, to find my rock star fiancé sticking his c**k down my sister's throat.

  With cameras behind me, filming.

  I’m running from the whole humiliating thing. I’m not prepared to run straight into him- Elias Saint.

  He’s completely wrong for me- damaged, dirty, and demanding.

  But once he touches me, I can’t walk away.

  Elias Saint

  Some people carry their wounds on the inside. Every f**cking step I take, I’m reminded of mine.

  I lost my leg in Afghanistan. Since then, I’ve just been lost.

  Now I’m going back to West Bend, Colorado, the place my brothers and I ran like hell to get away from.

  And she’s hitched a ride- River Andrews.

  A f**cking movie star.

  This isn’t a fairytale. Happy endings don’t exist. And I’m no f**ing Prince Charming.

  But, for her, there’s a chance I might be.

  ***

  Silas, Book Two in the West Bend Saints Series

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  Tempest

  Call me Robin Hood.

  I'm a grifter. A con artist.

  I don't just steal from the rich. I take from the worst of the worst, the people who deserve to be hustled.

  I have two rules - keep moving and never fall in love.

  I only ever thought about breaking them for one boy. And that boy just walked right back into my life, a ghost from the past. Silas Saint.

  Now he's a man. Arrogant and sexy as f**k, he's sure as hell not the person I fell in love with, a lifetime ago.

  But when he touches me, it's enough to make me forget my own