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Recently divorced, Lainie Palmer-Bottoms is a woman on a mission—a mission to jump-start her romance writing career with a sexy novel about a badass biker gang. Keeton Gustafson is a badass biker dude and owner of Gustafson Custom Motorcycles. He's also Lainie Palmer-Bottoms's muse. The thing is, the second Keeton gets a look at the curvy beauty, it's him that's inspired.At their first encounter, they discover they need each other. She needs research material for her novel. He needs to do her on his desk. Can two people from different worlds find common ground? Keeton thinks so, but Lainie’s not so sure.
Sadie Palmer is in the middle, sitting smack dab in the middle of all of the Palmer Sisters. She’s determined, social, loyal and most of all, faithful. That’s why Sadie is shaken to her core when she discovers her boyfriend, Andrew Winchester III, in her bed, on her favorite sheets, with the stripper next door. When all that hits the fan, Sadie decides to go on her dream vacation sans the cheating boyfriend. She vows to push all thoughts of Andrew away so she can enjoy the cruise. A cruise where Sadie is determined to meet new people. People like Charles Ashbury––of the Boston Ashbury’s. While she has no intention of falling for another elitist snob, there’s something about Charlie Ashbury that just does it for her. It could be his broad shoulders, his deep blue eyes, or his wavy black hair. Sure, he’s great looking and he smells pretty good too but it’s his sweetness and attentiveness that gives Charlie the in that he needs with the beautiful but stubborn Sadie Palmer.
Hi there. My name is Cortland Ashbury, and this is my story. Not my entire life story, mind you, so this won’t take too long to read. I hope you like quickies. ;)Honestly, I’m a bit surprised I landed a spot amongst the lovely Palmer ladies but here I am sandwiched between six of the prettiest women in Arizona. Not the prettiest though. No, Miss Polly-Anna Joyce Phillips is the prettiest woman in the world. Stubborn too. It took me two months to convince her that we were meant to be. Luckily, I’m a lawyer. I’m trained to argue. And win.
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