Henley agrees to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for a fee, falling in love as she wonders - how is he involved in her brother's false conviction? ****** Henley Linden's brother is in jail for a crime he didn't commit, and she'll take any job to raise the money needed to free him. Soon, she's agreed to pretend to date millionaire Bennett Calloway for ten thousand dollars, so his mother will ease up the pressure on him to find a wife. But once Henley is enmeshed in Bennett's world, he falls for her, and she starts to have feelings for him as well. Despite her romance with Bennett, as she grows closer to the Calloways, Henley realizes they are somehow involved in her brother's conviction. Journeying deeper into a world of wealth and conspiracies, Henley is forced to rely on Bennett, though doing so could cost her everything. [[word count: 200,000-250,000 words]]

When protection and passion collide. She can run, but she can't hide. Jessica Turner tries her best to blend in. You'd think she's the average B+ Psychology major whose life revolves around decorating her small Boston apartment and never having enough free time between work and school. But Jessica has a past. A dark past that never stops tracking her down, no matter where she goes. She thought she'd covered her tracks this time, but you can't outrun someone determined to find you. Joey Cavannaugh has been on the Boston police force for three years. His number one priority has always been helping people. When the department doesn't take an imminent threat seriously, Joey takes matters into his own hands, breaking rules and risking his career to protect a woman he doesn't even know. But will saving her cost him everything? 2018 Evergreen Books. All rights reserved. Warning: This novel contains graphic sexual encounters, strong language, and other mature content. Reader discretion advised. EXCERPT: As he leaned over with his arms folded, resting on the table, I took a second to admire the way his slightly messy hair fell in front of his face and the back of his black jeans hugged his ass. He glanced up at me, knowing I'd been staring at him, and I felt my face heat up. "I'm going to give you fifteen minutes to grab a bag with some spare clothing, your toothbrush, and whatever necessities. Then we're leaving," Joey ordered. He walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, tapping his foot impatiently. "If I go with you-" "When you go with me," he corrected. "You will not take your phone or computer because they can be tracked. And now you have fourteen minutes."