Mystery writer, Kara Keaton, moved to small town Stonebridge to start her life over after her husband's death. Between writing, renovating the hundred-year-old home she purchased, and trying to figure out how to keep the plants in her greenhouse alive, she stays busy. But not so busy that she doesn't enjoy her daily visits to the Plumber's Pub where the cheer of the town rings long and loud. And it certainly isn't a hardship to watch the stoic and sexy Ben Roberts behind the bar. The steadiest of the siblings, Ben's love and pride in being part of his family's pub is palpable. He's a straight-shooter--when it's important--with a strong stature and golden eyes that show darker hints of what runs deep within him. And from the day he meets the mysterious Kara, he's a man who knows what he wants. He just hasn't found a way into her world. Yet. With a spring storm barreling through the quaint New England town, Kara begins to let down her guard, and starts to understand that her heart truly is ready to love again. SPECIAL NOTE TO READERS: Each book in the One Night Collection is a standalone novella, featuring new characters with a story all their own, that takes place over the course of one night. The exception to this is One Summer Night which features a fun roundup of all the main characters in the collection as they come together for a fabulous Fourth of July celebration. One Night Collection ONE AUTUMN NIGHT ONE WINTER NIGHT ONE SPRING NIGHT ONE SUMMER NIGHT ***ALL RIGHTS RESERVED***

He's the new mysterious tenant across the street. She's spent her entire life here. Can he convince her that life isn't a place, but what you keep with you? [Thank you for reading! Just a note that later chapters of A Little Crazy will contain content that is suitable for a mature audience. HAPPY READING! - Christina and Lauren]

Nicky is a waitress. When she starts working in a cafe, she meets a mysterious fascinating blind man. She is immediately drown to him and makes it her goal to learn everything about him. What will happen when she finds out his story....

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."