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About Francesca Penn
Francesca Penn lives in Texas with her husband and son. While obtaining her Technical Writing degree, a creative writing course and play-writing elective reawakened her desire to create stories. Her brain lives in fiction; even the songs she listens to become music videos in her head.
When she is not writing, she can be found hounding her loved ones with multiple “What-if” scenarios. As a true closet romantic, she is prone to filling up her DVR with Hallmark movies. A friend once told her that she’d trained the whole 20 plus years she’d known her to write romance since her nose was always in a love story.
Francesca believes that love is colorblind and plans to provide a mix of couples of different races and ethnicities because – to her – men are like Skittles, and we all know their motto.
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His very existence irks me.
He makes my blood boil with his nonchalant attitude, his smile and the way everything - like the job I want - seems to fall on his lap.
I’ve worked hard to get where I am, I need that big break, the one that will make a difference yet… It’s not given to me.
It’s given to HIM. F*cking Zachary Novak. That should be its own line for when you want to lose your mind.
Life isn’t perfect, I know this but why is everything upside down in mine?
Now, I’m stuck with him. On an assignment that should be MINE.
I don’t like the way he smiles, the way he makes good conversation or anything else but then… I meet Dean. He rescues us from the cold and gives us a place to stay until the snow melts.
Dean is the piece to a puzzle I didn’t know I was missing. Not only that, so is Zachary Novak.
Two men, one woman… That’s all it takes for me to be flipped upside down instead of my life?
I know these things for sure: I’m not hungry and I’m not a turkey.
Yet… I’m stuffed.
My neighbor is the sexiest man I’ve ever met. And, the bangs and screams that frequently come from the other side of my bedroom wall also mean he’s very good at what he does. Then, one sexually frustrated and slightly tipsy night, I hatch a plan to get exactly what the other women go to the house next door to get; I want the “Oh, Jason” Special. Just when I try to talk myself out of my crazy plan, Jason answers his door nudely thus melting the rational part of my brain. When he accepts, I find that he’s more than a man with a magical touch, but I cannot go back on our deal. I must follow the guidelines, even if it does mean possibly walking away from everything I’ve ever wanted.
As the owner of the hottest bar in Houston, I’ve received my share of offers. I’ve accepted most of them with one rule: One time only; no repeats. My rule has always worked for me without any issues. No attachments and no room for hurt feelings. My life is running smoothly until my new neighbor – the sexiest nerd I’ve ever met – issues me a challenge I cannot refuse. Bree wishes to give me three opportunities to take her where no man has ever managed to take her before. To assist her with her mission, I’ll have to break my rule. Yet, making her moan “Oh, Jason” for real, and not in jest, is fast becoming a tangible life goal. Rules are made to be broken, right? But what about hearts?
Complicated is too simple a word and doesn’t quite describe my life. I’m trapped in between prison and truly being free. Figuratively, I may have escaped from my cell, but I’m still very much in the building. I’d gotten a glimmer of freedom, which lasted mere minutes until it came to a screeching halt. Now, I must climb out of the dregs of my former life and begin anew. But will the green-eyed stranger be able to help me, or will he become a distraction I do not need?
The life I’ve once lived had a tragic ending. Deep in my sorrow, I seek solitude in the one place that used to offer me peace. With the moon high, I witness a beautiful woman climbing out of the ocean like a seductive mermaid. Our connection is instant. My instinct fights with my logic, but I refuse to let her go. My new visitor is one big mystery on legs, but I can’t deny my desire to help her.
Two people rising from the ashes of their first marriages learn how to love again.
Warning: Mentions of abuse and Domestic Violence
In return, he asks me for a very specific favor. A favor I'll only fulfill via marriage. The island has arrangement fever and I've must have caught the bug. Like everything else, I aim to do this with a clear head. Yet Caerwyn Hale brings out everything but rationality. The passion in his eyes belies the friendly smile.
We may have agreed on the legal terms, but the parts I cannot control concerns me.
What if I don’t meet his expectations in bed? Can I uphold my part of the deal? Will this overwhelm me?
Yet, the scariest part happens when I look into his eyes and wonder if we have the kind of connection I’ve only read about.
I cannot back out because a deal is a deal, right. Afterall, I do have Hale to Pay.
One year ago I was jilted by my fiance when he ran off with my biggest nemesis. Now, my friends have booked the ultimate getaway to one of the places I’ve most wanted to visit. Hawaii. To my horror, I discover that our travel plans are courtesy of using my ex’s wedding discount. Instead of lushing off tropical concoctions and hula dancing near the fire, I must ensure I’m not seen as the woman who’s crazy enough to crash an ex’s wedding. Thinking fast, I see only one plausible plan—proposition the Norse God emerging from the ocean.
I ran to Hawaii to avoid drama in my world. I’m having trouble recognizing my life, and I have the added misfortune of having a mole planted somewhere in my organization. With my secrets spilling faster than water from a broken dam—I reach for the only thing that gives me peace—my board. Sadly, I find surfing doesn’t soothe me like it used to. It appears my luck is turning when a sienna beauty asks for help. She’s just the distraction I need.
We had a lot of fun together despite being the two most disliked people in school. Vera is an adorable klutz and I was considered to be socially awkward.
"Weird" is what they called me. I'm still weird, but now that I'm rich and attractive, I get a lofty upgrade to "eccentric." I'm only returning to reunite with my best friend and serve as a visual "f**k you" to all the girls who laughed at me.
Especially Grier. She never insulted me; what she did was worse. She would be my friend and charm me when no one was looking, then pretend she didn't know me in public. I'm not a toy and I hate when people play with my emotions.
In retrospect, I was wrong. I have three reasons to return.
What's my newly added reason?
To revenge f**k the Prom Queen.
I’ve heard it all. All variations of the phrase “stuff happens” is my life’s motto. As the poster child for Murphy’s Law, I get in trouble more than I care to mention. Opting to own it, I march through town with my head held high and my bruises on display. An unfortunate run-in with a tree has me retreating to lick my wounds. Ignoring my now ex-boyfriend, I choose to focus on honing my cooking techniques and ignoring the world.
Since disaster is my boyfriend, it’s not long before another mishap brings me face-to-face with my recurring wet dream, Levi Gianni. The ex-prom king and resident heart-throb happens to moonlight as a volunteer firefighter. While he may have doused the flames I’d accidentally created, he’s ignited something much hotter. I just need him to know that I’m a risk worth taking.
Elissa Donovan isn't looking for love. If she were, she isn't looking for one of her Alpha's to walk off the pages of one of her erotic novels. Luca Girelli, however, wants more than an autograph.
*Hot Sext was previously released under the Cabin Fever Boxset. It now has an epilogue.
I have a thing for my band teacher.
Okay, he was my band teacher ten years ago, but part of me thinks about him often. Mr. Sexton may not have made it mainstream but he’s my personal rockstar. I’d often wonder if he was as proficient a lover as he was a musician. My excitement to catch up with him at the reunion is short lived when he turns me away.
Crushed, I get myself into a predicament where only he can help. Now that we’re trapped together, my pent-up desire is turned up full blast. The storm outside has nothing to do with the one raging between us. If he allows me, I’ll make him mine.
He just has to say the words.
To rectify it, I have to marry the only guy who can save me. But my teenage crush didn’t and still doesn’t know I exist.
He’s grumpy, mysterious, and removed from the rest of the Founder’s children.
The questions in my head won't stop.
Will we clash? Can he really help me? Will our intense attraction undermine our agreement?
Yet, I’m scared to ask myself the MOST important question…What if he turns out to be the husband of my dreams?
Our marriage can either be a match made in Heaven or Hale on Earth.
WARNING: He is a god and doesn't follow human "rules." Some scenes may appear to be dubious consent (They're tethered. He knows exactly what she feels and thinks).