4 Books by Melinda Minx
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Overview: Melinda Minx lives in Denver with her loyal Corgi. She writes late into the night with a hot cup of Earl Grey.
Genre: Romance
Book #1 – Smolder
Guess who’s on the f*cking naughty list?
I live for three things: Hunting, fishing, and fighting. Once a SEAL, always a SEAL. But if there’s one thing I do best, it’s making women scream for more.
Tough luck, because all they ever get is one night.
But when Andrea winds up numb and freezing on my doorstep, I can’t keep my f*cking hands off her. I warm her up, from her full lips down to her long legs, and I don’t stop there.
Then she’s gone in the morning, just the way I usually like it. But I can’t forget those gorgeous, lust-filled green eyes.
When I see her again, some prick’s fingers are wrapped around her throat. Everything goes red.
The next thing I know, I’m in the back of a cop car. Some asshole’s blood is on my hands, and the only way out of jail is a fake marriage to Andrea. But that’s not even the craziest part.
…I want to make her my wife, for real.
Book #2 – Stay
I’ve made a lot of mistakes—a decade and a half of scars and ink.
I’ve hurt. I’ve killed.
But those aren’t the mistakes keeping me up at night.
Leaving her was the worst decision of my life.
But I’m back now, and you better f**cking believe I’m staying this time.
MASON
I’ve been through three wars, but winning Sophie Sinclaire back will be harder than any battle. She was the one good thing left in my life, and I abandoned her.
She’s furious with me. Even after fifteen years. She looks at me like she wants to kill me. Hell, I’m pretty sure she does want me dead.
If she wants me dead, she can get in line. Front and center, where I can see those big doe eyes and freckled cheeks. Besides, she wouldn’t be angry with me if she didn’t still want me, right?
Just a few weeks. That’s all I need, because I have a habit of getting what I want, and I want her.
SOPHIE
I came back to Tuckett Bay to take care of my Dad. The last thing I expected—or wanted—was to see Mason Steel again.
He was my first crush, my first kiss, my first…everything.
He walks into the room chest first, and there’s enough heat in his blue eyes to melt straight through my cold shoulder. His insufferable smirk gets my heart pounding just like before, but there’s no way in hell he deserves a second chance—no way I should even consider it.
One month. That’s all he gets. I’ve got a job waiting for me back in Boston, so what the hell. Maybe watching Mr. Action Figure try to win me back over for the next couple weeks is just the thing I need.
Book #3 – Single Dad’s Bride
I have one month to find a bride or I lose my daughter.
They say a tattoo artist with a dirty mouth can’t be a kickass father.
Bullsh*t. But my lawyer says I need a wholesome bride to convince the judge.
I know just the perfect girl—hell—I think she might even be a virgin.
Only problem? She’s my sister’s best friend, and she hates my guts.
When my sister’s best friend asks me to marry him, I nearly slap him in the face. I’m pretty sure he’s teasing me—just like he always has—but marriage isn’t something to joke about. Not when I’m pushing thirty with no hope in sight. And not when I’ve always had a huge, stupid crush on him.
Then he tells me he’s serious. He needs me to do it so he can keep his daughter.
I have to refuse. He’s always treated me like crap, which makes my feelings toward him even more sad and pathetic.
How can I not have a crush on him though? He’s always wearing a thin, tight undershirt that shows off his cut abs and broad shoulders, and despite what some people say about his chops as a father, he’s as sweet to his daughter as he is mean to me.
Maybe I can say “yes.” I’d be doing it for his daughter, not for him. And I certainly wouldn’t be doing it with the sad hope that he’d look at me as anything other than his sister’s dorky friend— that he’d touch me and make me—no, definitely not that.
Book #4 – Fianceé for Hire
Marry the woman I love? Not likely.
I’ve got an hour to marry a woman. Period.
Either I get engaged, or I marry my ex.
So I do what any guy would do.
I grab the cocktail waitress at my party and propose.
What kind of over-the-top crazy woman would fake her own death to trap a billionaire into marrying her? Well, that’d be my ex. And yeah, I know, my taste in women sucks.
Then again, the cocktail waitress at my party has every ounce of my attention, and I’m pretty sure she’d taste just fine. She’s got this nervous laugh and just the right amount of freckles. She’s the kind of girl you’d be proud to take home to your parents, but I’m just interested in taking her to bed.
But then my ex crashes my party.
So I do what any guy would do. I drag the cocktail girl into the pantry and get down on one knee. She gets a ring, a couple million bucks, and all she has to do is say yes.
What could go wrong?
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