Bøger af Roxie Noir

I lost her once. I can't lose her again.I fight wildfires. It's dirty, sweaty, and dangerous, but there's nothing else like it. There's no adrenaline boost like a hundred-foot wall of flame. There's no victory better than saving a town.Particularly when the town you save is your ex-girlfriend's.Clementine's that ex. The one I haven't seen in eight years. The one I thought I was going to marry.We were over a long time ago, and there was a good reason why. There were a hundred good reasons, and I know every single one by heart.Or at least, I thought I did. The more time I spend with Clementine, the harder they are to recall.She's still hotter than any fire I've ever fought. Still the same feisty, whip-smart, headstrong girl I fell for. When we're together, it feels like eight years may as well have been eight minutes.I already know how this story ends: we go down in flames. Crash and burn.But I've never loved anyone like I loved Clementine. Not even close.Maybe some fires are worth rekindling.Torch is a steamy standalone romance!

Fake dating my sworn enemy to make my ex so jealous he can't see straight? Worth it. Silas and I agree on one thing, and one thing only: my ruthless, heartless, narcissistic jerk of an ex-fiance needs to be taken down a notch. So we do what anyone would do: we pretend to be a couple.Even though Silas and I are polar opposites. Silas is a loud, cheerful, over the top showboat. He's his hometown's golden boy, the Marine who came back to rescue kittens from trees and walk old ladies across the street. And me? I'm the awkward new girl who freezes up around strangers and can't make small talk to save my life.It shouldn't work. We can barely have a conversation without arguing. There's no way we should be friends, let alone dating, except... Everyone believes it.Especially my ex.Now I'm having way too many real fantasies about the man who gets on my last nerve. My fake boyfriend is starting to feel a whole lot like a real one.The kisses feel real. The way he protects me feels real.The night we spend together in a hotel bed feels very real.This was supposed to be fake, but I think I might have fooled myself most of all.

We used to be best friends. Now we're snowed in together.There are probably worse things than being stuck in a remote cabin with the rugged-yet-grumpy forest ranger who saved my life in a blizzard. Getting mauled by a bear, for example, though I might prefer that to eating breakfast with Gideon Bell, the guy who nearly ruined my life when we were kids.It was twenty years ago. We haven't spoken since. Our families still hate each other, and our lives are completely different. I'm not sure we've got anything in common besides childhood memories.But when it's just the two of us for a couple of weeks, none of that really matters.What matters is the way Gideon grumbles, but makes my tea exactly the way I like it. What matters is how he always gives me the spot on the couch closest to the fireplace. What matters is how he looks at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention.And those childhood memories? He's in all my favorites.Up here, in the cabin, it's easy to look past all that because it feels so good to kiss him. It's easy to spend a wild night in front of the fireplace and wake up still wrapped together. But back in the real world, where everything that drove us apart is still alive and kicking? It's a lot harder.Can Gideon and I fix what broke twenty years ago, or does what happens in the cabin have to stay in the cabin?

It's a simple enough transaction.Marisol needs the money, and I need a nice girl to parade in front of the cameras.No feelings. No strings. No falling for anyone. I've been clean for months, but my record company's not satisfied. Apparently it isn't enough to only kick a heroin addiction - they're insisting that I find a girlfriend as well. If I don't, they pull Dirtshine's massive record deal. It's supposed to show that I've changed my ways, that I've turned over a new leaf, all that rubbish. But I've had it with suit-wearing wankers telling me what I'm to do, so I'm on the verge of telling them to go f*ck themselves. And then she shows up. Marisol locks me out of my own concert by accident. She's wearing a suit at a rock show, searching for her lost law school textbook, has no idea who I am... ...and for the first time in years, I'm hooked. She's smart, driven, and utterly gorgeous. The sort of girl who earnestly believes in following the rules and hates when others don't. I'm a huge rock star, recovering addict, and general f*ckup. Our relationship is for show, and that's all. But with every smile, every laugh, and every breathtaking glance at her curves, I want her more. Two months is all we agreed to. But it's never going to be enough.

This could ruin everything.I was born broken, with a past full of ugly secrets and a brother doing life in prison.Not that you'd know it if you read the tabloids. According to them I'm the rock-solid guitarist for the biggest band in the world. I'm the dependable one. The steady one. The anchor.They don't know the truth. No one knows who I am underneath, once the music is over and the lights are off. No one but Darcy.She's my best friend. She's my f*cking savior, my light in the dark, beautiful as hell and talented as f*ck and every bit as broken as me.And I f*cking yearn for her. I have for years. I see the way she looks at me, what's behind her eyes. I know what she thinks about alone, in the dark, because how could I not know.It's getting worse. Every second, every heartbeat, every moment we spend together and every secret we share makes me want her more. Even though I know that one kiss could ruin everything we have, I need her.But to get her? I'll risk everything I've got.

We used to be best friends. Now we're snowed in together.There are probably worse things than being stuck in a remote cabin with the rugged-yet-grumpy forest ranger who saved my life in a blizzard. Getting mauled by a bear, for example, though I might prefer that to eating breakfast with Gideon Bell, the guy who nearly ruined my life when we were kids.It was twenty years ago. We haven't spoken since. Our families still hate each other, and our lives are completely different. I'm not sure we've got anything in common besides childhood memories.But when it's just the two of us for a couple of weeks, none of that really matters.What matters is the way Gideon grumbles, but makes my tea exactly the way I like it. What matters is how he always gives me the spot on the couch closest to the fireplace. What matters is how he looks at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention.And those childhood memories? He's in all my favorites.Up here, in the cabin, it's easy to look past all that because it feels so good to kiss him. It's easy to spend a wild night in front of the fireplace and wake up still wrapped together. But back in the real world, where everything that drove us apart is still alive and kicking? It's a lot harder.Can Gideon and I fix what broke twenty years ago, or does what happens in the cabin have to stay in the cabin?

I spent ten years forgetting Wilder Flint, and it took every minute.I should have known better than to fall for his shallow charms and deep blue eyes, but I was good at calculus and bad at understanding people.He shredded my heart to pieces, but I moved away, grew up, and got over him. At least, I thought I did.Of course he shows up again in my new life. He's got the same eyes, the same cocky grin, and a brand-new swagger that makes me weak in the knees.I've got a summer research project in the Arctic and three canceled flights. Wilder's got a plane.But when we crash deep in the middle of nowhere, all we've got is each other.I've spent ten years hating Wilder for what he did to me back then. I don't know if I can forgive him.I don't know how to forgive him.But that doesn't mean I can resist him.After all, love and hate aren't so different.

I don't need a bodyguard.My stalker is fake. I'm positive those letters were written by my controlling, ultra-religious father so he'd have an excuse to hire someone to watch my every move. It's just my luck that he's a U.S. Senator and my new bodyguard is a Secret Service agent with one strike left.It's worse luck that my new bodyguard isn't just hot, he's... nice. Gabriel treats me like I'm more than a bargaining chip or a potential wife to do his cooking and cleaning. He laughs at my jokes. He listens to my opinions.When he thinks I'm hurt, he goes ballistic.And when he catches me sneaking out of my family's house, he keeps my secret. He even buys me a drink.Just because he's sweet, protective, and fills out a suit like nobody's business doesn't mean I can trust him. He's still working for my father, and his job is on the line.If only that were enough to keep me from sneaking into his room every night. Now we're keeping a secret that could ruin us both.I need a way out. He needs a way back in.There's no way this can work, but I've always had faith.Safekeeping was previously published as Slow Burn by Roxie Noir. The title and cover are different; the text is the same.

It's a simple agreement: for one month, Silas is my boyfriend of convenience.Once this is over, we'll go our separate ways. It's fake, after all. I need some arm candy to prove to my ex-fiancé that I've moved on.He needs his old-fashioned boss to think he's ready to settle down.Perfect, right? Except for one minor detail: we can't stand each other.Silas thinks I'm a stuck-up ice queen. I think he's a cocky, obnoxious jerk who's always trying to charm his way out of trouble - and succeeding. He's the beloved golden boy. I'm the awkward new girl in town.It would be the worst idea ever, except... everyone falls for it.That's the thing about pretending to date someone: it looks just like real dating.And the other thing about pretending to date someone? It feels like real dating.The heated kisses in my office: fake.The possessive way he touches me: fake.The night we spend together in a hotel bed: ...maybe not so fake.One month. Then this charade is over.

He''s been my weakness since I was sixteen years old.Two years ago, I moved back to my hometown. I started a business, bought a house, took up yoga, and went on hiatus from dating. Life is good.If I never had to see Seth, it would be perfect.After all, my history with my ex-boyfriend is anything but simple. It''s taken us years, but we''ve finally learned to live in the same town without killing each other.Is there an elaborate set of rules governing our every casual interaction?Yes.Do I still think dirty, off-limits thoughts every single time I see him buying apples at the grocery store?Of course. I''m only human, and Seth and I are practically experts at the two F''s: fighting, and... sleeping together.Still, we''re managing just fine. But then?He shows up at my sister''s wedding. The man looks like pure sex in a suit, handsome as the devil himself and twice as charming.Worse, he claims he''s my date.We flirt. We dance. We break every one of our carefully-crafted rules.We should stop, but I''m having the time of my life.I know I should end it. After all the heartbreak, hurt, and anger we can''t be more than enemies.But Seth asks me for one more night. Just one night, and then we''re back to being virtual strangers.I know I should turn him down.I know this ends with my heart shattered into a million pieces.I know lunacy is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.But I''ve always been bad at resisting a weakness.

I told a judge I was engaged to my best friend.Now we''re faking it.How hard can it be?My life has room for exactly two women: my daughter Rusty and my best friend Charlotte - known to everyone as Charlie. One is a feisty, tomboyish firecracker. The other is my seven-year-old. I can''t imagine life without either.So when my ex springs a custody hearing on me, I find myself telling the judge that I''m engaged to Charlie.The only problem? I''m not. Time to fake an engagement.Pretending we''re a couple will be no big deal.We''ve been friends for years. We used to sneak cigarettes behind the bleachers. We turned cans of hairspray into flamethrowers. We got drunk on stolen malt liquor. She''s beautiful, vivacious, spontaneous, and she loves my daughter to death. It''s the perfect answer: we fake it for a few months, then go back to our lives.Until we touch, and sparks fly. Until I can''t take my eyes off her. Until I can''t stop thinking about what she''s got on under her coveralls.It takes one kiss. One touch. One shared secret and suddenly, I''m not pretending anymore. I want her, I need her in ways I didn''t know I could.But there''s a lifetime of friendship between us, and falling in love with Charlie could risk everything.

Teach me everything.My whole life, I''ve been a good girl. I follow rules like nobody''s business. I obey guidelines like I was born to it. Show me a line, and I''ll toe it.I''m even a twenty-two-year-old virgin. Good is my middle name.And then, I break one tiny little rule. Miniscule. Inconsequential.Next thing I know, I''m trapped with an incredibly handsome stranger. He''s got eyes like cut emeralds, biceps that makes my head spin, and a smile that has me rethinking all my life choices.We escape a bar bathroom together. We go on an impromptu date. We share the hottest kiss I''ve ever had, one that leaves me panting for more. We promise to see each other again.Turns out, we see each other the next morning.In my calculus class.Which he''s teaching.My handsome, sexy date is Professor Loveless, and we''ll be seeing each other plenty. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday all semester.There''s no choice but to call it off. We both have too much at stake: I could lose my scholarship, and he could lose his entire career.But I can''t call off the way I feel. I can''t call off the way he looks when he rolls up his sleeves and explains imaginary numbers. I can''t call off the heated glances, or the way our hands touch when I hand in my homework, or the memory of his body pressing against mine that night.I''m a virgin.He''s my professor.And if we give in, it could cost us both everything. But I''m so tired of being a good girl.

She''s my best friend''s kid sister.Now she''s not a kid any more.As a forest ranger, I believe in the simple life. I prefer cabins to apartments, trails over freeways, and trees to people. My life is orderly, predictable, and quiet.Until it''s hit by a woman I never saw coming -- Hurricane June.She''s fierce. She''s feisty. She has a laugh like the first day of spring, and she''s so pretty that I can''t breathe when I look at her. June will only be in town for a few months-just while job-hunting. She won''t last until winter, but how can I resist?Except I have to. She''s my best, oldest, and most loyal friend''s baby sister. Betraying him would be the worst thing I''ve ever done. Not betraying him might be the hardest.Especially once we start working together on a secret project. All this spending time together, sneaking around at night, and lying to her brother about what we''re doing sure feels like more than friendship.June might break my heart. Her brother might break my nose.But I guess some things were made to be broken.

I don''t love him.I don''t even like him.I just want him.Eli Loveless was my nemesis from the first day of kindergarten until we graduated high school. Everything I did, he had to do better - and  vice versa. The day he left town was the best day of my life.Ten years later, he''s my co-worker.Grown-up Eli Loveless is sexy as sin and hotter than asphalt in the summer. There are looks. There are smirks. Then there''s a shared kiss that leads to the hottest night of my life.What''s a girl to do when the man I can''t stand is the one I can''t stop lusting after?Enter into a friends-with-benefits agreement, of course.