Showing results for "Mason" in Women's Fiction

Seventeen-year-old Elizabeth St. Leger is accustomed to doing as she pleases and apologizing later if necessary. However, simply saying sorry did not work the night she was caught eavesdropping on a mysterious ceremony in her home, Doneraile Court. Bound and blindfolded, she listened as the men debated unusual ways to kill her until one suggested another option that would change the history of the world’s oldest fraternity forever.

Everyone thought I was next in line to lead the Untouchables MC. That is, until a tragic accident takes my heart out of the game. I decided life was simpler on my own. Well, other than the strays I take in. I have a scruffy dog and two cats. I even had a teenage runaway under my roof before she up and married an FBI agent. But that's another story. Now I'm all alone, running the biker bar I own and love. Hell, if the Mason Jar was a person, I'd marry it. When the gorgeous girl walks into my bar looking for a job, I'm inclined to say no. Not because I don't want her around. Because I do.

Mason Thatcher gave me chills when I first laid eyes on him. The good kind. The kind that makes your body ache and your heart hammer. What's better is that he looked at me the same way. There was a hunger in his eyes that wouldn't be sated and a confidence in his stride that told me I could never run from him. Back then I didn't want to. It's not fair that his touch eased my pain. That his lips on mine made my worries vanish. That his love gave me a reason to breathe again. With him I felt complete, as if fate had given me a second chance.

I know all the rumors in the neighborhood. Andrew Mason is rich. He’s gorgeous. He’s a recluse. He’s a genius. He’s a jerk. The sign he puts on his porch on Halloween makes all of the kids cry. Oh, and a car crash seven years ago left him in a wheelchair. He seems to think that’s going to put me off. I’m determined to get his attention, though he doesn’t want company. I can’t help it. I want to know what makes a man so beautiful and so complicated tick.

Eine bezaubernde Slow-Burn-Small-Town-Romance voller Herzklopfen und winterlicher Magie! Emma. Es ist nur ein Trip in die verschneiten White Mountains – bis mein Auto plötzlich den Geist aufgibt und Mason Kensington auftaucht. Er ist nicht nur charmant und gut aussehend, sondern auch der Erbe eines riesigen Familienunternehmens. Der Haken? Er muss heiraten, um das Vermächtnis seines Onkels anzutreten. Ausgerechnet sein Cousin Xander hat es sowohl auf das Erbe als auch ... auf mich abgesehen? Mason.

She was supposed to be mine forever. But the night our fathers were killed, Sydney decided this life wasn't for her. So she ran. She left me, and our club behind. I never expected to see her on my doorstep six years later. With our child. She looks different, but she's still as beautiful as ever. Those hips, her sultry smile, I can't get over her. But she didn't leave the life, and she's got a DEA agent on her tail.

Rylie Marshall has blue, green, yellow, and a mixture of pills that made her "normal". But her idea of normal and what her mother or society wanted her to be never seemed to match up. She lives, day by day, in a fantasy land within her own troubled head and books. Reading was her escape whenever even her head denied her such a haven. So, how was she to know that one day, sitting on the beach, a book would show her the one thing she didn't have, but might change her life!

I'm no prisoner. And I'm no coward. I won't stay locked away at the clubhouse hiding from those *ssholes, The Devil Saints. So I go to a bar, away from my brothers. I need a break from all the chaos. Until drama walks right through the door. Laiken. The one who got away. Or I pushed away, I can barely remember. She's looking fine in that police uniform. I wonder if she'd let me use those cuffs on her. But we can't be together. A patched member and a cop? No. But you know what they say. The heart wants what it can't have.

I have a job to do, for my club. To get information on the indictment of our rivals, the Devil's Saints. I’m going to find out how to put away those *ssholes for good. The club didn’t give me the nickname Fox for my good looks. The mission changes when I meet Harlow Carmichael. Getting involved with her is a bad idea, but I can’t get my mind off her lips, or those curves. I don’t care if she’s the daughter of the man working for the enemy. When her life is threatened, I have to decide who to save. Her or my club.

What started out as a small spark between the unlikely pair grew into a deep and intense love. After a year-long engagement, the two have finally been able to set a wedding date. It's off to Mexico for a destination ceremony on a private beach. After a heated week-long honeymoon in a tropical paradise, the two return to the real world of touring and making music together. As the newlyweds settle into married life, another twist of fate challenges their love. For once, Abby isn't able to be the rock of strength that Jake needs.

Ten classic public domain short stories offering a feminine perspective on work, written from 1868 to 1925 by an incredible lineup of authors. These works present an early and poignant perspective on the role of work in society and relationships and its effect on women.

I do whatever it takes to get information for the Bad Disciples MC. I always keep my emotions in check. Especially after Sage left. But when she comes back into town, feelings come rushing back. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of her. When Sage sees firsthand what the Dragon Knights are doing to women, she wants to help the MC. But I refuse to let her get involved. It isn’t safe for a girl who looks like Sage to take on the rival club. But Sage doesn’t like to take "No" for an answer. How do I keep her safe when I am the one who keeps pulling her back in?

I'm the heir to an empire, but I left the army as a broken man. A dangerous man. I should stay clear of her. She's too fragile, too broken herself - and too beautiful to resist. Worst of all: She wants me to take her. But where she seeks solace, I seek sanity. The Velvet Rooms provide our sanctuary. A place of safety, bliss and unbridled play, untainted by the clamor of reality. Here, there is no sight. There is no sound. Only skin against skin. Testing. Claiming. Our fondness for the absence of sound and light is what binds us.

Brooke Stewart, a realtor in New York, is sure of one thing. She has to stay away from the one man who betrayed her. Jett fooled her once, and she won't let it happen again. When Brooke's loans are settled by Jett - who's a murder suspect - she has little choice but to confront him and risk falling for him again.