Bøker av Karla Sorensen

There's only one course of action when your dad wants you to marry a clammy-handed wimp to make one of his board members happy-you get yourself stuck in an elevator with a hot stranger and have the steamiest make-out session of your life. Years of etiquette lessons went out the window thanks to Cameron Wilder, who managed to unleash my hidden bad girl with naught but his talented mouth and deliciously rough hands.Afterwards, he went back to his small-town life, and I marched home to inform my dad there would be no business-centric nuptials. As punishment, he shipped me off to Sisters, Oregon and demanded I turn a healthy profit on a not-so-healthy property.You see where I'm going with this-the buttoned-up city girl stuck in a small town hires a local builder to help her ... and he's the hot stranger from the elevator. Turns out, I have a weakness for the broad-shouldered nice guy who's not so nice behind closed doors. Keeping things professional gets harder the longer I'm in town, until the only lesson I have left to learn is how to keep both our hearts from getting broken.

A decade-old animosity is the only thing Liam Davies and Zoe Valentine have in common. Until their mutual best friends pass away and they're appointed co-guardians of the trusting couple's precocious toddler, Mira. Liam is committed only to professional football. Relationship-wise, he's even better at defense. Still wrestling with a tough childhood, he's not cut out to be a father. Why his late best buddy believed in him, Liam has no idea. An optimistic romantic, Zoe has always dreamed of a fairy-tale life. But even though Liam's biceps make her dizzy and she can't stop thinking about his lips on hers, he's not exactly Prince Charming.

"'Go inside, Adaline. Unless you want them to see this.' Imagine the guy you've always wanted just whispered that in your ear. That you have one night to see what you've been missing. I've had a crush on Emmett Ward for as long as I can remember. And not just because he looks like a Greek god and has the audacity to walk around like he could break your headboard given the chance. But I was friend-zoned from the start, so when he got drafted into the NFL and moved across the country, I moved on to someone else-and ended up with a broken heart. Now Emmett's on my doorstep claiming he never forgot about me. And this time...he's not looking at me like we're just friends anymore. The heat between us is undeniable, but I'm no fool. Football will always come first for Emmet Ward, and I'm scared I'll end up left behind with my heart in pieces again. But when he asks for one shot to win me over, I can't walk away. Even though I already know, one night will never be enough"--

Have you ever fake dated your bodyguard? I don't recommend it. Especially if he's anything like Erik Wilder: former football player, world class know-it-all and unapologetic grump. To be clear, I didn't want a bodyguard (hence the fake dating idea). Most days, I can't figure out why he wants the job either. We drive each other insane, probably because we're as opposite as two people can be. He's suspicious, never talks about his past and has the comfort skills of a cactus. I'm a happily-ever-after kind of girl who knows exactly what she wants out of life. Erik's words might say that the lines have to stay firm between us, but those dark eyes of his? They tell another story when he looks at me. He's just as stubborn as I am, but when our fake dating plan starts to feel a lot more real, it's only a matter of time before his professional walls come crashing down. I just have to hope my heart doesn't get buried in the rubble.

"Rule number 1 for the team owner's daughter? Don't date the players. Especially not hotheaded tight ends with tattoos and impulse control problems. That's why Dominic Walker is completely off my radar. Sort of. Babysitting the team troublemaker when he's forced to volunteer for the foundation where I work means I can't exactly avoid him. I wish I had though. Because once I get to know Dominic, it's almost impossible to ignore the feelings he brings out in me. Pretty soon, I'm breaking all my rules. I just have to hope he doesn't break my heart in the process.

"Former Dallas football player Burke Barrett is weathering a lot of changes. He s retired from football. He s mourning the loss of his best friend. And now he s been bequeathed a dilapidated house in northern Michigan he doesn t want. To his surprise it comes with a long-legged, blindly optimistic renovation manager with big ideas for Burke s inheritance. She s passionate, irritating, and irresistible. Restoration expert Charlotte Cunningham is used to rough exteriors. This surly client, with his stubbled jaw, towering physique, and inflexible attitude, is worth smoothing over. The attraction sizzles, and a proposal is in order: a romantic tryst to relieve the tension. No strings attached. A safe bet for both of them since Burke is prepared to renovate, sell, and move on. A pet project with an end date. Does that go for love too? Burke must decide what he really wants and what he s willing to risk. He should know by now that the best-laid plans can change in a heartbeat."--Provided by publisher.

My new neighbor is a complete jerk. A tall, brooding, tattooed jerk. I tried to be nice, bake some cupcakes for him and his adorable daughter, and the only reaction I could come up with to his ice-cold reception was to shove those pink cupcakes right into his muscular chest.In my defense, it was a rough week.Being back in Seattle for the first time in years was hard enough, the fact that I was there for the dispersal of my father's will made it even harder. I had no intention of staying, until I got a football stadium-sized surprise as my dad's final gift to me.No ... really. He left me a football team.It's how I found myself in a conference room, staring down the veteran quarterback who wants nothing to do with a new owner. And that quarterback? It's my tall, brooding, tattooed jerk of a neighbor.Now he's everywhere. Next door with his daughter. In meetings. Don't even get me started on away games.Luke Pierson is under my skin, and pretty soon, I'm not sure I want it any other way.