Bøger af S M Shade

The residents of Happy Haven Trailer park have been waiting for this for a long time. The slumlord who abandoned this place and let our homes deteriorate has been court ordered to live here while making repairs.Imagine our surprise when the guy who shows up to move in to the dilapidated trailer across the street isn't the sixty year old man we expected, but his son.With a teasing smile and unshakeable positive attitude, Cooper Addington Junior pushes every one of my buttons. It doesn't help that he also looks like he stepped off a fitness magazine cover.The women who live here are all over him, but for some reason he's focused on me. Too bad I see through his good guy act and I'm not falling for some spoiled rich boy.What I am going to do is keep my eye on him and make sure he's doing his job. I'm the one who took his father to court in the first place and he can't put anything over on me. Book Two in the Happy Haven Series of connected standalone novels. Can be read as a standalone.

An enemies-to-lovers, fake relationship romantic comedy. The Happy Haven Trailer Park is not where I hoped to be at age twenty-five.Circumstances have left me without a job or a car in a small town where work is scarce. When my insufferable neighbor approaches me with a very indecent proposal to co-star in his videos on the Lonely Hands app, I have to resist the impulse to punch him in the mouth.I'll admit, Monroe is hot with his dark eyes and quick grin, but he's the most infuriating man I've ever met.After weeks of no luck finding a new job, I finally accept his offer with one condition. Nobody can know what we're doing.Now, I'm stuck faking a relationship to hide the real reason that I'm spending so many nights at the home of a man I despise.It's going to be a long summer. Can be read as a standalone romance.

The first time I met Mason Reed, we were standing naked in a bank, surrounded by guns. That should have been a warning. An MMA champion, trainer, and philanthropist, but not a man who gives up easily, Mason is trouble dipped in ink and covered in muscle. Growing up in foster care, I'm well aware that relationships are temporary, and I do my best to avoid them. After a sheet clenching one night stand, I'm happy to move on, but Mason pursues me relentlessly. Sweet, caring, protective, and at times, a bossy control freak, this persistent man has climbed inside my heart, and I can't seem to shake him. After saving me from a life threatening situation, he's also won something much harder to obtain. My trust. But does he deserve it? Is his true face the one he shows the world? Or is his charitable, loving manner only a thin veneer? This book contains sexual situations and is intended for ages 18 and older.

Hit it and quit it. One and done. Hump and dump. That has been my philosophy on relationships for the last seven years. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy. I'm always upfront and truthful with the women I date. I don't promise them anything but a good time. I could've gone on happily sleeping my way through the major metropolitan area if it wasn't for her. The dark haired beauty who haunts my days and keeps me awake at night. Strong and sweet, she makes me reconsider everything I believe about love. Too bad she's completely off limits. I've never been good at following the rules.

Tucker She's beautiful.She's young.She's driving me out of my mind.I've always done my best to avoid Leah Bolt. I have enough problems without having to deal with a young woman with a crush. My life has been a disaster since I was court-martialed and dishonorably discharged from the military. After spending a year living on the streets, I'm finally starting to pull things together. Now, I'm stuck with her, living side by side in my house with my complete opposite.If spending every day with this peppy, optimistic, energetic woman doesn't kill me, her brother will. Dare is a friend and a member of In Safe Hands, a group that tracks down sexual predators and brings them to justice. He has also done time and is the size of a mountain.I've survived combat, but I may be taken down by a perky blond. LeahHe's gorgeous.He's older.He's a stubborn, broody jerk.Tucker Long is every woman's dream...until you talk to him. He may be sexy when he's out sweating in the sun with sawdust clinging to him as he hammers and saws, but try to hold a conversation and all you get are grunts and nods.He was the one who wanted a house sitter and just because his plans fell through doesn't mean I'm changing mine. My future is up in the air while I try to decide who I want to be, and Tucker's farm is the perfect place for me to do it. He calls me kid, but the way he looks at me doesn't lieI may be ten years younger, but I can still handle him. This is book four in a series of standalone novels.

Living on Violet Circle, a place that's less of a neighborhood and more of an insane asylum poured into the street, I thought I was prepared for anything. After you've seen a woman strip down at the laundry room to wash the clothes she's wearing, then saunter across the street naked, you've seen it all, right?How naïve I was.After the factory closed, leaving me and a good portion of the town unemployed, I took a job managing Scarlet Toys. I knew it wouldn't be a typical work environment, selling adult toys in a town more uptight than a constipated nun, but some things you just never see coming.Like the protesters covered in poison ivy, screaming about smut peddlers.Or a dancing dinosaur named Fappy.Or the allure of the man standing in the center of all the chaos.Wyatt Lawson, a six foot, four inch heap of muscle with a quick smile, ignited my interest in more than the available manager position. Like the missionary one. Or the rodeo. Maybe the side rider. What can I say? I'm an overachiever.Let's just hope he doesn't scare easily.

Melissa I escapedFor the first time in almost four years, I'm free.My freedom came at a steep cost, leaving me on my own with no family or friends. I have a lot of healing to do, and this beautiful lake house seems like a perfect setting to find myself again.I can do this.The only thing I have left is hope. JeremyI ran.For the first time in my life, I'm alone.I failed to appreciate what I had until it was too late, and now I can't bear the grief of my friends while suffering my own. That's not the only reason I've relocated.Twenty-two people were murdered, including the woman I love.The only thing I have left is revenge. This is the fifth and final book in a series of standalone novels.

Ayda I hear him.His deep voice and rumbling laugh. The bang of the headboard slamming the wall and fake screams from yet another woman. Derek is a pile of muscle and ink, a bad boy fantasy only a few layers of wood and plaster away. It's all I expect or want him to be.Until that irresistible voice begins talking to me. DareI hear her.The clicking of her fingers on a keyboard, her music or TV playing in the background. Her musical laugh and soft cries of pleasure, accompanied by a low, steady buzz. Ayda is a good girl who keeps to herself, and I have no business pursuing her, but I'm not a man known for doing the right thing.I'm an ex-con. I'm a criminal.And I want her. This is book two in a series of standalone novels.

Justus I'm not conceited. Really, I'm not. It just so happens I have a body a Greek God would be jealous of, and a face that could make an angel weep. Other than that, I'm just your everyday normal guy who happens to take his clothes off for money. Sure, I've had to dispose of a few guys for In Safe Hands, the organization I work with that helps track predators and child molesters, but other than that, completely normal.Women flock to me, screaming and paying for the right to touch me, so why is this woman so stubborn? Sadie Belmont's curvy body and sharp tongue have haunted me since I met her a year ago. There's something about her that gets stuck in my head like a bad song, and I'm determined to find out why I want her so badly, and why she can't stomach the thought. SadieI can't believe I'm doing this. Of all the men in the world, I'm taking Justus Alexander to my childhood home in Oklahoma to meet my mother. A stripper who has a revolving door of women jumping in and out of his bed.When I lied to my mother and told her I had a steady boyfriend, I didn't expect it to come to this. She doesn't have long to live, and her only wish is to know I have a man before she goes. I can't disappoint her, and male escorts cost way more than I can afford so when Justus volunteered, I took him up on his offer.I know what he wants. After annoying me with constant pick up lines for a year, he sees an opportunity to get me in bed. It's not going to happen. I just need to get through this week with my sanity intact. This is book three in a series of standalone novels.

Frat Hell.That's how the whole neighborhood refers to the apartment where I live with three other college students. It's a bit judgmental, considering the neighborhood we live in is more like a zoo than an apartment complex, but not inaccurate. If you put that many young guys together, things are bound to be interesting. I still maintain that the giant water guns filled with poison ivy water were not my idea.January Dixon.She's the girl I've lusted after for years. A smart mouth and sharp tongue surrounded by soft beauty and a body I'd give up an organ just to touch. An important organ, like a kidney, not one of those lame ones like a gallbladder. It's a tricky situation since she lives right down the street, and dating a neighbor generally isn't a good idea. But this is Violent Circle, where normal may as well be a dirty word. Thanks to an impromptu fashion show where I tossed all self-respect aside and strutted my stuff in full bondage gear in front of our small town, she now owes me a date.And I plan to collect.

"Overachiever was hands down one of the best rom coms I have ever read. One word. Banter. It has that in spades and gets better as you read as if that's even possible!" -- #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken It started with a summer job and a ridiculous sex dream. If you were to ask my friends to describe me, they'd tell you I'm an ambitious person. Responsible, driven, and focused on my goals. Words like stubborn and uptight would probably get thrown in there too. I'm not sure about that, but I know who I'm not. I'm not the woman who lets a guy derail me from my plans. Watching others make that mistake has taught me well. No serious dating. No relationship until I'm successfully settled into my career. That's the promise I made to myself and I'm determined to keep it. Despite being an excellent student, there's one lesson I fear I've learned too late. Funny men aren't as harmless as they seem and should be avoided at all times. They sneak in under your radar and end up under your skirt. One second you're laughing. The next you're hunting for your underwear on a hotel room floor. Believe me, it's not worth it. If only my heart would stop screaming louder than my brain, I might be able to believe that Owen falls into that category. He's my friend, but every day we spend together in this hotel, or working on our summer job building houses for charity, the harder it gets to convince myself we shouldn't be more. Years of diligence, and I'm being destroyed by a goofy smile.

It's hard to believe it's almost over.After three years of living in the wildest apartment in the craziest neighborhood, the clock is ticking down.College is ending.My friends and I, known around Violent Circle as the Frat Hell Guys, have managed to make it to graduation without a major injury or arrest record. It was a close call.My career path as a video game designer is laid out clearly before me, but I have one more objective to achieve before the school year is over; show the beautiful, stubborn, infuriating woman I'm in love with that she's mine.She just doesn't know it yet.Can be read as a standalone.

I'm in over my head. My decision to run from my comfortable upper-class life was an impulsive one, but I'm determined not to regret it. It's true I have no car, have already been fired from my first job, and can't cook without starting a fire, but I can do this. Anything is better than the life I was raised to lead as some successful man's arm candy. I'm adjusting to my new circumstances living with three roommates on Violent Circle, a neighborhood known for being eccentric at best and an insanity filled edible trip any other day. On my own for the first time, I am quickly realizing there's a lot I need to learn, so signing up for the adulting club that teaches life skills at college seems like the perfect solution. That is, until I walk into the first meeting and come face to face with my gorgeous economics teacher. Screw learning how to change a tire or file your taxes.There are much more adult things I want this man to teach me.Each book in this series can be read as a standalone novel.

"Strip everything away from us and love is what's left. It's what we get to keep." We thought things couldn't get worse but the passing days proved us wrong.I could handle the public backlash and the cops at my door.I could handle the doubt and disbelief of our friends. As long as we were together, I thought I could handle anything.As the threats loomed closer, our days together dwindled away. After losing everything that mattered to me, I had to ask myself how much sacrifice was too much?How far would I go for him?

Ninety- two days. Thirteen weeks. That's how long it's been since I lost my love, my best friend. It's been everything I can do to drag myself out of bed and get back to work, but I know Cooper would want me to move on. I think he'd even be happy if he knew who I want to move on with. The target of my affection, though, may not be so thrilled about my choice. He's straight. Or he thinks he is. A womanizer of the worst kind with a face and body that keeps a steady stream of willing women at his door, he seems happy to work his way through the entire female population. But there's no mistaking the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention. One way or another, I'll show him what he really wants. This is book four of The Striking Back Series, but can also be read as a standalone novel.

"Sometimes, hope holds us by the throat." We were teenagers the first time Alden Stokes climbed through my bedroom window.He was the first boy to hold my hand.He was my first kiss.He was my first everything.The tumultuous years made us into adults while circumstances pushed us apart. Now I've found my way back to the only man I've ever loved.And I won't let him go.

Zoe I'm not interested. I'm not interested in his blue-green ocean colored eyes, his lean muscular body, or that crooked smile that can be so infuriating. I have more important things to worry about, like how to keep myself in college and my sixteen year old brother fed and sheltered. We all know life is hard, some of us just learn that lesson younger than others, but that doesn't mean I'll give up. I intend to succeed and make sure my brother has the opportunities he deserves, and no privileged jerk is going to distract me. Landon I don't date. Don't get me wrong, I'm far from celibate, but my condition makes carrying on any kind of normal relationship impossible. My life revolves around In Safe Hands or ISH, the underground group I work with to track down and take care of predators and sex offenders who beat the system. I'm satisfied with my life until the day I meet the smart mouthed, compassionate, determined woman who opens my eyes to possibilities I never thought existed. This is book one in a series of standalone novels.

From the moment I saw her, I wanted her in my bed. I should've stopped there. Everly Hall burst into my complicated life and changed it forever. I'm a fighter, but I had no defense against this beautiful, stubborn woman. Now, I stand to lose everything I have, everything I am. My secrets are dangerous, and put more lives at stake than my own. I intended to tell her in time, but my time is up. Everything rests on Everly. This is the conclusion of Mason and Everly's story.

I found my stillness, my space between breaths, when I was a kid. The answer is simple. If it hurts, I pour music on it.After years of hard work, it's finally happening. Tragic has a number one album and we've gone from being discussed as one hit wonders to hearing words like meteoric mentioned alongside our name. With two tours planned and another album on its way, we have a lot to look forward to. Playing in a different city every night, the shimmer and roar of the crowd, after parties and endless women.My lifelong dream is in the palm of my hand until one phone call leaves everything hanging in the balance.

Everyone knows the rumors about Violet Circle and the crazy inhabitants, but becoming a resident was my best option. These are the kind of decisions you're faced with when you have a baby at eighteen, and your knight in shining armor turns out to be a deadbeat dad in saggy boxers.Don't get me wrong, my five-year-old son, Aiden, is the love of my life, even when he's telling random strangers I'm constipated, or lecturing his preschool friends on the differences in their anatomy. I wouldn't trade him for anything, but raising him as a single parent while cleaning motel rooms for a living is like walking a balance beam made of sand. One wrong slip, and we're homeless.It doesn't take us long to adjust to our new home with all its eccentric people, and Aiden is happy here, but danger lurks right across the street. Not in the apartment of the odd woman who always wears a floppy sun hat and trench coat, or the crazy apartment full of college kids. I wish it were that simple.Neal Chambers, the single father who is ten years my senior, sets off alarms in my head. Mainly because he sets off other things in my panties.

He's a musician on his way to the top. She's a woman scraping herself from rock bottom. An unbelievable year brings a love that changes everything. Opening for Tragic, one of the most famous bands in the world, catapulted me from mediocre anonymity into the limelight. The leap from struggling musician to successful rock star happened quickly. Just as suddenly as my career began, it slammed to a halt, stopped by a word uttered worldwide. Pandemic. With my tour postponed, it looked like my year wasn't going to be a promising one, until I ended up quarantined with Geneva Rowe. Sexy, funny, and a frustrating mystery, Geneva made the days fly by. Now if only I could convince this stubborn woman we could have more than a temporary isolation fling.

I knew better and I let it happen anyway.I was drawn in by her kindness and the way she sees into people. The way she looks through their motivations, their fears, into the heart of them where the good waits. One glance and she's stripped away the layers we wrap ourselves in to keep from being unique.She saw into me.Then used it to her advantage.Now, my son is in danger and if she's behind it, there won't be a hole deep enough for her to hide in.I broke my own rules for Naomi.My son will not pay the price.