120 Proof Honey

The complete 120 Proof Honey Series here just for you! Includes the stories "Daxton", "Knox", and more.

Daxton Holt thought getting his honey on Mason's shelves would be simple. Walk in, flash a smile, and fill out some paperwork. But this owner was something else. She saw right through his charms, pushing him to really sell his product. He liked that, and he liked her. A feisty little minx is sweeter than any honey his bees made.

Jasmine has always known that life wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that all her hard work keeping a home wasn't appreciated. It wasn't fair that none of that time counted as "experience," but she was desperate, so she had to take whatever there was. Stepping off the bus, she reminded herself that life didn't have to be fair, but it did have to be survived. As soon as she laid eyes on the handsome man who answered the door, she remembered something she'd suppressed for a long time: life had its sunny moments as well.

Just get in, get the scoop, and get out. Kora Lane stepped out of her air-conditioned car and into the blazing heat of this muggy Ozark valley. Her boss had sent her down here to sniff out a story: a local honey harvester was producing illicit moonshine on the side. The tip came in from an anonymous source, but she never passed up a juicy tip. Now she just had to get past this gorgeous mountain of a man that answered the door. Amir Thorne was a man with a secret. No matter how low key he tried to play it, there was always a type of woman who could sense it.

"Don't put that in your mouth. Don't push your brother. Please stop crying." Harmony just needed to get through this day of nannying. The little boogers in her charge were turning their trip to the county fair into a competition of who could cause a migraine the fastest. She spotted a honey stand and thought a few sweet treats might win her a moment's respite. She spotted the owner of the stand and thought about something other than honey....

Veronica Harper was ready to let bygones be bygones. She'd spent enough years fighting tooth and claw to know that nobody won in a drag-out brawl. It was better for all parties to come to the peace table. But being the leader of a Bear Shifter Clan meant many things, the most important of which was to be the kind of leader that the rest of the Clan would follow. That meant never losing face. Even if the person you're staring down is a handsome hunk with more charm than he realizes.