Showing results by author "Lauren Rowe"

“I’m hiring you to do more than guard her, Zander,” my new boss explained. “You’re gonna be her rock. Her human Valium. Her trusted friend. And she’s gonna be your mission from God.” “So I’m her babysitter?” “Her babysitter, her bodyguard, her f--king service doggie. Whatever she needs or wants, that’s what you’ll be. Anything except her booty call.” The vein in my new boss’s neck bulged. “Touch her and I’ll do more than fire your ass, Zander. I’ll rip off your balls.” My buddies laughed when I told them about my ridiculous new job. 

It was lyrics at first sight when I saw Violet Rhodes across that crowded party. She was lights and darks, swirled together. Music in motion. And all of it while looking like a hitwoman at an Elvis convention. I had nothing to offer the intriguing girl but a one-night stand. I figured I’d revel in my last night of anonymity before my first tour and shoot her a quick “we’ll always have LA!” good-bye the next morning. But nothing went according to plan.

My entire life has spiraled into chaos - and yet, all I can think about is my raging, thumping, insatiable addiction to Jonas Faraday’s magical touch. He’s unleashed an all-consuming hunger inside me that can only be satisfied when Jonas surrenders to me the same way I’ve surrendered to him - mind, body, and soul. But something’s wrong. Jonas is keeping something from me. I can feel it. I want to pull back. To protect myself. But I can’t resist my addiction. Even if Jonas turns out to be my undoing, I’m going to fight to the death for him. For us.

In the final, heart-racing installment of The Club Trilogy, Jonas Faraday continues his lifelong quest for love and redemption. But is he simply fated for heartbreak and tragedy? Or will Jonas finally find his happily ever after?

The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together. And I don’t mean any of that figuratively. No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker - my physical therapist - I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit. She said she’d been assigned to fix me. But what I didn’t know...what I couldn’t possibly know...was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.

Keane Morgan wouldn't return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about it. I didn't want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin' choice in the matter - at least, not if I wanted to use his brother Dax's coveted parking spot at UCLA. Okay, so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too. But did he have to be so damned in love with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated.

Straightlaced freshman Zooey Cartwright has arrived at UCLA determined to have a heck of a lot more fun in college than she did in high school. What's the first item on Zooey's agenda before classes start in two days? Losing her pesky V card. She's definitely not looking for a boyfriend, so where can Zooey find the right guy to do the deed and move along without a backward glance? At a party thrown by a bunch of football players, of course. Enter Tyler Caldwell. A beast on the field and off, cocky as heck, and often wearing T-shirts with sayings like "God's Gift to Womankind".

It wasn't the way this kind of story was supposed to go...insta-love isn't supposed to turn into insta-hate. But that's exactly what happened when the dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating scumbag looking for nothing but a little side action. And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a "sociopath"? Asshole. And now, three months later, it turns out my boss is marrying his sister in Hawaii and I've got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week.

When playboy businessman Jonas Faraday receives a private note from the anonymous intake agent assigned to process his online application to an exclusive club, he becomes obsessed with finding her and giving her the satisfaction she claims has always eluded her.

After getting canned from her dream job this morning and played in spectacular fashion by her boyfriend this afternoon, Savannah “Savvy” Valentine is having a truly awful day. Which is why she’s currently drowning her sorrows in whiskey and self-pity in a shabby bar along the route to Las Vegas. In light of today’s double whammy, Savvy isn’t sure why she’s still heading in the direction of her five-year high school reunion.

Hotel clerk Abby Medford has always enjoyed the quiet solitude of the night shift. The long, boring hours allow her time to study her law books. But when bad-boy-rocker Lucas Ford checks into the penthouse suite one night and demands Abby personally deliver his room service request, her formerly quiet nights are quickly filled with Lucas' erotic games. But as Abby soon learns, if she thinks she can indulge her innermost desires with Lucas without giving him her heart, she's dead wrong.

Wealthy, arrogant playboy Josh Faraday finally has feisty, vivacious Kat Morgan in his bed. And in his shower. And in the bathroom of a bar. He knows her deepest sexual fantasies, and he’s intent on fulfilling them all. But Kat wants more than fun and games. She wants to know the real Josh. The man behind the mask. And that’s not something Josh is willing to show Kat - or any woman. But, damn, this stubborn, sexy, relentless woman is wearing Josh down...and he’s not sure he can resist her much longer.

Playboy Josh Faraday is addicted to Kat Morgan now...but she wants more than fun and games. She wants his heart. Is he capable of giving her what she wants...or will this be goodbye? It began as a war of wills between the playboy and the party girl. But now, Josh Faraday unexpectedly sees something in Kat Morgan - and her big, crazy Morgan family - he’s never seen before: a future. Will he break down and grab hold of Kat and everything she has to offer him...or will he lose her forever?

Jonas and Sarah's white-hot passion and unwavering love reach brand new heights in this epic continuation of their scorching hot, hilarious, and enduring love story. As Jonas always says, "Our love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the gods. We're the envy of the gods, baby - the culmination of human possibility." But danger lurks. Tragedy strikes. And Jonas' sanity - and sheer force of will - will be tested. Will Jonas finally be able to outrun his lifelong demons to be able to give Sarah his whole heart?

The Playboy and The Party Girl with a Hyphen, Josh and Kat from the best-selling The Club series, tell their love story in a scorching new trilogy: The Infatuation, The Revelation, and The Consummation.

Sie haben mit dem Club abgeschlossen, aber der Club noch nicht mit ihnen. Nach ihrem gemeinsamen Kurzurlaub müssen sich Jonas und Sarah neuen Herausforderungen stellen. Zum einen steht ihre frische Liebe immer wieder auf der Kippe, zum anderen ist Sarahs Leben plötzlich in Gefahr: Der Club hat ihren Verrat nicht vergessen. Jonas überredet sie, bei ihm einzuziehen, doch schon schieben sich Zweifel und Fragen zwischen das Paar.

Sarah und Jonas müssen zusammenhalten, wenn sie den Club besiegen wollen. Nachdem Sarahs Wunden verheilt sind, beschließt sie zusammen mit Jonas, den Club endgültig zu Fall zu bringen. Nichts darf jemals wieder zwischen sie und ihre Liebe kommen. Es beginnt ein riskantes Spiel, bei dem Sarah und Jonas einander vollkommen vertrauen müssen - vor allem als sich herausstellt, dass die Machenschaften des Clubs noch viel tiefer reichen, als sie je ahnen konnten.

Jonas muss verrückt geworden sein. Immerhin hat er sich gerade bei einer sündhaft teuren Datingagentur angemeldet, obwohl es in Seattle mehr als genug Frauen gibt, die mit ihm zusammen sein wollen. Aber genau deshalb braucht er "The Club": Er möchte nicht nur eine einzige Frau glücklich machen. Im Gegenteil. Er liebt die Abwechslung und genießt seine Freiheit. Zumindest bis er am nächsten Morgen seine E-Mails öffnet und eine private Nachricht der Mitarbeiterin entdeckt, die seine Anmeldeunterlagen ausgewertet hat.

I do love my husband. To death. I love him so much that I've waited a whole year (minus one day) for Killing Kurtis Day to arrive. Tomorrow it will finally be here and I'm giddy with anticipation. Don't judge me, you don't know the whole story. I reckon that if you were in my shoes, you'd kill your husband, too.