The moment those words come out of the doctor's mouth, I feel sick. So sick. The life I have dreamed of...obliterated. And Brody. God, Brody. How will he look at me? How can he accept me? He'll know what I hid from him. He'll know everything. It's over. It's completely over. I can't tell him "I love Us" anymore. Even though I do. Even though it will kill me. I can't tell him anything. Everything is ruined. Pummeled. Broken. I have to leave him. I have to give up us. I know he'll come after me. I just have to do something to make him not want to.

The dreaded friend-zone... The last place I ever want to be with college basketball God, Jake LaShae. I am losing my mind trying to figure out what this gorgeous and confident man wants from me. I need to break through his walls. What is it about me that makes him not go there? What am I lacking? When a mind-blowing betrayal knocks the wind out of me, and I think I can't feel any lower...Brody stumbles into my path-barefoot no less, and sexy as hell. His direct and mouth-watering swagger is a breath of fresh air. The feelings this man gives me are like nothing I've ever experienced. But Brody...

A London Lovers Series Stand-Alone When Leslie Lincoln, a spunky, red-headed American, suffers an awkward moment with an arousingly-sexy British man-she thinks her life can't get any more pathetic. She's done with men. She doesn't need them. She especially doesn't need their muscular thighs. No siree, she's going to forget all about the brooding, complicated, and seductive "Theo" who captivated her on the dance floor of a London nightclub. Keep telling yourself that, Lez..... Immersing herself into a new type of romantic cleanse, Leslie thinks she'll never lay eyes on Theo again. But somehow,...