4 Books by Colleen Charles
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Overview: According to my very own U of MN, messy people who swear too much are more intelligent than those who don’t. I must have a really big brain…
. My office looks like a June twister blew through it and all I can say about that is f*ck it!
Braving the eye of the paper storm, I’ll be writing stories with sassy, curvy heroines and swoon worthy bad-boy book boyfriends who have an a**hole (there I go again) edge and hearts of gold. I might sprinkle in some romantic comedy along the way. By my side will be my fur posse, Starbucks espresso with cream and Cheetos. If my butt gets too big, don’t tell me. It will be our little secret.
Genre: Romance
Book #1 – Line
Callum
The proof’s in the pudding and I’m the top contract lawyer in NYC. I’m a filthy rich, playboy workaholic that doesn’t have time for a relationship. Women equal fun, and I cut them loose once I’m through. Lucky for me, the corporate climbers in this fast-paced city are just as cutthroat as I am. We keep it light and tight. That way, no one gets hurt. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?
Until I want to buy the cow.
She slays me. My talented, beautiful Lydia. It’s too bad she’s one of those airhead creative types just like my douche bag actor brother. Always climbing, striving, manipulating. Then turning into a stage five clinger. If it wasn’t for that, I’d make her mine.
Lydia
Charming NYC playboy, Callum Markham, is completely unexpected. He’s trying to chase away the ghosts of his past with work, work and an extra helping of work. Nothing is more important to him than closing the next billion dollar deal. I just started dating his brother and I care about Tristan. So why do I see Callum’s face every time I close my eyes?
I have to resist this blazing lust I feel whenever he’s near. And I will. Because I’m not the kind of girl that betrays another, even if I’d like to throw Callum down and devour him. I’m a famous romance author and he’s a hot shot lawyer. On the paper I love, Tristan is the obvious choice. He’s an edgy and arrogant actor who gets me. Why bark up the wrong tree?
Until I want to let out a little yelp.
Callum’s brought me to my knees. He’s so compelling he’d make the perfect hero for my next novel. Sexy, intelligent, magnetic. It’s too bad he’s not interested in anyone employed in the creative arts. If it wasn’t for that, I’d let myself fall.
Book #2 – Sinker
Rhett
I’m superstar Yankee’s pitcher Rhett Bradshaw and like another famous Rhett, frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. I’m filthy rich, filthy mouthed, filthy on the mound and in the mound. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t worship at the altar of my cleats. Opposing batters eat my smoke and scream for their mama as they swing through dead air. They’ll never be running the bases on my watch. But with the lovely ladies…I’ll take them around the bases and drive for home all day and all night long. I get everything I want whenever I want it.
But not her.
Beautiful, smart, Brenna Sinclair. My arch nemeses.She’s a reporter for Sport Taste magazine and she’s been charged with hating my guts. She relishes every single hit piece she writes about me containing a sensational headline in bold, black letters. And I give her plenty to write about. RHETT BRADSHAW TAKES NEW YORK BY THE CROTCH. Yeah, that one was my favorite.But she got beamed with my baseball. And now she doesn’t remember anything. In spite of the fact that I know it’s wrong, I’ll make her fall madly in love me.And she’ll squeal my name. Payback’s a bitch.
Brenna
Charming Yankee’s pitcher, Rhett Bradshaw, is a chauvinistic,immature playboy. He’s an embarrassment to mankind. Women lift their shirts at games and throw their panties on the field. Their panties. What self-respecting woman does that? There’s nothing I love more than announcing to the world what I think of him and his juvenile antics.Threesomes in a limo? Check. Blow jobs in a back alley? Check, check. He disgusts me. Bad decisions happen when money and talent meet those panty-melting good looks. I’d love to know if there’s any semblance of a decent human being underneath his pinstripes. I have the journalistic world by the tail and I’ll write anything I want whenever I want to.
But not about him.
No,not anymore. I’m done with Rhett Bradshaw. Until an errant Sinker from his glove knocks me for a loop. Now, I don’t remember anything from the recent past. And like an angel sent from heaven, there’s this gorgeous baseball player hovering over me, worried about me.And before I know it, I’m thinking about what’s underneath his sexy uniform. He’srich. He’s talented. He’s charming. For the first time in my life, I want to throwcaution to the wind and just take what I want. Besides, what could possibly bewrong with letting myself fall?
Book #3 – Wasted Vows
Love.
Who needs it? I can survive on my talent and good looks alone. Love’s a useless emotion that sucks away a man’s time and energy. I’m a behemoth in the boardroom, and I don’t allow women to interfere with my successful career by weakening me with their emotional drama. I haven’t let a woman get close enough to hurt me since college. They just aren’t worth the heartache.
Until Luna. My charming little klutz.
I knew from the moment I saw her that she was different. From her accidentally dropping her hand-written diary in my office to getting her skirt caught in my desk drawer, she’s slayed me with her vulnerability. She’s scarred and broken, running from history that haunts her. But she only thinks her wings have been clipped. Her past hasn’t destroyed her, and life hasn’t ended because of him. But I can save her; I know I can. Her shattered heart can be mended. Just like a jigsaw puzzle I can solve, I’ll put the pieces back together.
But she has secrets that threaten to overwhelm us both. Something from her past that she can’t or won’t reveal. I should stay away. There’s a protectiveness in me that only she can evoke. She wants to run every time she’s scared. At first, I’ll let her.
Until the day that I can’t. Until the day that I don’t.
For the first time in my life, a woman’s killer curves and tender soul make me feel like a man and not a corporate robot, willingly working myself into an early grave. I’ve seen my future in the depths of her eyes, and now I have it within my grasp. And whether she’s ready or not, I’m going to take it.
Book #4 – Played
Would you sell your soul to save your daughter’s life?
With my NHL career ripped to shreds by a devastating knee injury, I’ve hit rock bottom.
Dead Ass Broke.
Divorced.
Single Father.
My new life isn’t glamorous and people love to judge and label. The groupies have dried up and all that remains after my ex-wife stole all my money and left the country is my hell hole of an apartment and a beat up car I won in a shooting contest my rookie year. But none of that matters to me. It’s all about my precious little girl. My heart. My soul. She’s sick and she’s hurting. There’s a special trial at the Mayo Clinic but it costs six figures. I’m uninsured, and the only thing in my bank account is a string of zeros.
So when temptation makes its siren’s call inside a hotel bar. I answer. How hard could it be? Escorting rich, powerful women around town? Besides, I’ll do anything.
Anything.
My daughter’s uncertain future hangs in the balance. A simple mistake invites a ghost from the past back into my life. She’s only a name and a beautiful face in a photograph on a computer screen. Until she isn’t. Something about her is so familiar.
Tempting me.
Threatening to destroy me with one look. One touch.
It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. She’s a trick. A sexy means to a desperate man’s end. In spite of the raging chemistry between us, she’s veiling her angel’s light behind an icy exterior. And she’s got her reasons to hide. Especially, from a man-whore like me. I’ve been reduced to a pathetic shell of the man I used to be. I’m someone would could drag her down from her ivory tower running one of the most powerful tech companies in the world into the cesspool of my meager existence. And I can’t. I won’t.
We both know this is a one-time thing. No repeats. Bought and paid for in a simple transaction. But I don’t think I could ever be finished with her. She calls to me, salving my pain and despair with her kindness and vulnerability. But even she can’t help me and my beautiful Jessica. No one can.
Coming up with the money’s all up to me. Saving my daughter’s life is all up to me. And come hell or high water, I’ll get it done.
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