Bøker av Ashley Munoz

NOW AN AMAZON TOP 50 BESTSELLER!I shouldn't have been out in that storm.I knew it the second my feet hit the ground, and my flip-flops slid in the mud.Unfortunately, I had no idea what in the world I was doing. Not with my kids, or the three horses in my barn...and definitely not in the small, country town we'd recently moved to.Being told all these facts, while being reluctantly rescued by my brand-new neighbor didn't help matters either.Arrogant, bossy, and rude-and okay, impossibly sexy- Reid was easily the most infuriating person I'd ever met. I had zero plans to ever speak to the recluse again after that night.Unfortunately, he happened to be the only local horse instructor and the only hope I had at getting my kids in a saddle.Desperation had me creating an alliance with him.Envy had me craving the connection he had built with them.Distracted by his gentle touches, and his smooth smiles, I missed how close his demons danced to my ghosts.While I was slowly letting him into my heart, I didn't even realize he'd already stolen it once before.

They call him the Wolf.His club, his brothers, and even my best friend Callie.I didn't really care what they called him, not when the only name I had ever called him was, coward.Because three months ago he snuck under my resilient heart, like the thief he is, and stole it.Then he broke it.Going home wasn't an option, not when I promised Callie I'd stay. She swore I'd eventually feel like I belonged in this small town.The club ensured I had a job, and a place to live which reluctantly earned my loyalty.Until I discovered their little caveat.The apartment technically belonged to the new president.I was welcome to stay...as long as I understood it meant sharing.And my new roommate?The very man who turned avoidance into an Olympic sport.������������ ����������������.

Usually, watching a notorious biker club mourn the loss of their beloved president would be a dangerous choice. Ten out of ten do not recommend. Unless of course, you're family. I didn't really consider myself part of my father's legacy, until I found out what he left behind in his will. Property, ten acres to be exact, which included the headquarters for his beloved motorcycle club. I had no idea that by accepting the terms of my inheritance it would thrust me into a battle with the new club president.Wesley Ryan was unfathomably handsome, menacing and formidable in every way. But his derision toward me only made me cling that much tighter to my birthright.That is until he decided to play dirty. Wes didn't just taunt me by bringing up our past, he wanted us to go all the way back to where we started. Back to when we were nine and I was just the girl next door who snuck into his treehouse.Back to when he'd fight the boys who made me cry.Back to when he first kissed me and stole my heart.I had to remember Wes wanted to claim my father's property, not me.I walked away once, I just had to prove I was strong enough to do it again.

Dueling neighbors finally call a truce when winter barrels into their town, but the kindness suddenly extended by grumpy Colson Hanes, seems to have ulterior motives.

Being a nanny for three girls who belong to a grumpy boxing legend was not on my list of plans when I followed my brother to Macon, Oregon.I went from ruling the boardroom to baking cupcakes in the blink of an eye.And aside from a few mishaps and seemingly always upsetting their dad, it oddly fits me better than anything else I've ever done.Until Liam put everything into question.Bossy, broody, and rude, he's twelve years older than me, and a force-An annoyingly overprotective wall of muscle and ink.But behind that perpetual scowl on his face was something deeper...worry and fear that no one saw him carry.I wanted to help him.But Liam Croft doesn't want my help...He just wants me.I gave in to his touch, surrendered to our desire, and handed him my heart.It was reckless and maybe even a little stupid...Because I want to rescue Liam Croft...Even if saving him means losing him.

AMAZON Top 50 Bestselling Author, Ashley Munoz, brings a deliciously fun small-town romance, full of hilarious antics and a grumpy recluse-with no idea he has to not only win the girl but redeem himself in the process. Stalking the town recluse wasn't exactly wise.Davis was five years older than me...antisocial and temperamental. And there was the little fact that he didn't know I existed.Still, I gave him my heart, and he crushed it.So I picked up the pieces and ran away to New York City. I had a plan that would keep my heart intact for years.But one phone call changed everything.Returning home meant facing the past...and the man who ruined me.I had hoped that the mountain had swallowed him whole.But, as I set out to help my parents, I discover he's not only alive and well, but that they apparently love the jerk.He has no idea that we have a past, which is both a relief and salt in the wound.I promise myself I'll ignore how his eyes linger on me, or how his touch feels like a live wire, and I'll remember that once upon a time he broke me, and for that, I refuse to fall for him again.But I can't control that he seems to be falling for me this time.

Breaking news: Hollywood's biggest heartthrob, Ryan Prince, was caught vacationing in his hometown, but who's the mystery girl?No, I hadn't heard that Ryan Prince was staying at the very resort I had just started working at.If I had, maybe I would have called in sick.On second thought, maybe I wouldn't have, because I really needed that paycheck. Being a single mother and having a lapse in child support had made me that desperate.Still, I would have rather avoided the circus that rolled into Hawk Tail Resort and the man who sauntered in with it.All these years later and he was still that same gorgeous football player I left behind in college.Except now he wasn't gracing the gridiron unless it was for a movie role.I assumed he wouldn't even recognize me, not with the actress on his arm and the crowd pressing in around him.Ryan Prince didn't just recognize me; the angry tilt of those lips on that too perfect face told me he remembered exactly what I did when I left.I thought maybe this was a gift, a way to put the past to rest...but the look on his face told me he had plans to dig up everything that was unfinished between us.The summer was about to end, but it felt like my penance for the last decade was about to begin.*This is a standalone romance novel with no cheating.*

Faith: Our story was classic.A typical fairytale.Two young kids falling in love under an onyx sky.He was my dream ...and I naively thought I was his.>Now, I'm returning to the life I once knew...but not as the pathetic mess that left five years ago.I'm a married woman, wed to the richest man in Nashville.>Hardened by life, Jace Walker's glares drip with heat and derision.He has war in his eyes and venom in his veins. I thought I would be safe coming back home, but it seems I only ran from my present to be caught in the crosshairs of my past.Jace: I traded my future for a life.I knew what was on the line when I made the deal, I knew what I could lose, but I also knew that I didn't really have a choice.I gambled and lost.Now the one person I had dreamed of having a future with was walking back into my life bearing the last name and wearing the ring of another man.Lips painted red, hair that same honey gold and there against her creamy throat was our promise to one another, still dangling, reminding me that I may have lied, but she ran.I was a liar, she was a coward.Now she was home, and she wasn't mine.This is a standalone- second chance- enemies to lovers romance

Single father, member of a local motorcycle club, bar owner...and currently looking for an accountant.In another life, he was someone I'd stay away from.Not because of his tattoos, his past, or even the messy single-parent drama.It was his looks that would have kept me away.Dark blonde hair, mussed and unfairly perfect, lake green eyes, and that strong jaw that could easily cut glass. Don't even get me started on those dark jeans that were always straddling his chrome bike and the white t-shirt he wore that barely fit his sculpted arms.He was too much.It didn't help matters that he was also a massive jerk.But in this life, the one where I was broke and unemployed...he was my best shot.All I had to do was resist his adorable kids, deny their movie night invitations, and under no circumstances crawl onto their trampoline and stargaze with them and their dad.I had a plan, a way to keep my distance but I had never been great at following my own advice.Maybe if I had been, I wouldn't have found myself being used as a pawn between a notorious biker gang and the man who was slowly claiming my heart.