Bøker av Denise Wells

I'm to blame.Trevor, my ex, shattered my heart. Again. That's on me for trusting him.Then Cole Mason rides into my life like a shining knight on a white horse. The rugged Texan rancher with a body that makes me weak in the knees and enough charm to make any woman swoon.When his piercing brown eyes lock onto mine, silently beckoning me to come closer, I can't resist. That's on him for captivating me.Now, one of two things is going to happen. Either he's going to lasso my broken heart and fix it, or I'm going to pull a Trevor and break his.

My fiancée's death almost killed me. It's been three years and I still can't move on. Not with life. And definitely not with love.But our friends keep pushing me to date. They say it is time. So, I give in to get them off my back. One date with a girl I already don't like: Tenley Hughes.My plan? To be the perfect gentleman yet still be the worst date of her life. Then everyone will be happy and I can go back to misery not loving company.Except the date isn't bad. And it doesn't end at one.

I'm a runaway bride.I just left my fiancé at the altar. Romance is the furthest thing from my mind. Still, I'm tempted to turn last night's fling into a thing.I mean, Ethan Stone is crazy hot. And he just uttered six simple words that turned my world upside down: "Why don't you just stay here?"So, imagine my surprise when I find myself moving in with him the morning afterBecause, let's face it, this is a disaster in the making.

I shoot war zones, not nuptials.But when my ex-wife lands a starring role in the wedding of the year, it's tempting to change things up a bit.Who's better than me to follow her around before and during the big day, capturing every picturesque moment, snapping every detail as they join together in wedlock?No one.Not to mention, she still owes me for destroying my prized vintage camera duringour divorce.As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold.

MASONWrong place, wrong time? No good deed goes unpunished? There's probably a million ways to describe being blackmailed into a fake engagement. With the most accurate being: Sucker. WILLOWWords I never thought I would hear my sister say: "Mason, meet my sister, Willow. Willow, this is my fiancé, Mason Cartwright." With model worthy hair, sparkling brown eyes and a scruffy salt-and-pepper jawline that begged to be kissed, I was trapped in his swirling vortex of charisma.Oh, Holy Hell's balls. Good thing I don't believe in love at first sight. 'Cause if I did, I'd be booty over bean in love with Mason Cartwright.

When my besties challenge me to maintain a relationship for a month, I figure it'll be a piece of cake. Besides, I'm not the kind of girl to back down from provocation.But when the only man to ever make my insides quiver enters the picture, my strategy falls apart. Chance Bauer, the alpha-male who once knocked my shoes off and rocked my world-right before I projectile vomited all over him.Apparently he's over it, even if I'm not.Now, I find myself in a game I never expected to play, with stakes higher than I ever imagined. Every moment I spend with Chance weakens my resolve, and I'm left wondering if winning this bet is worth losing him all over again.

Bristol Moore and I have a history: Quickie Vegas wedding. Seventy-two mind-blowing hours of consummation. Annulment ten days later.We never had to see each other again.Except she's my best friend's little sister. And he's getting married this weekend-if his cold feet don't torpedo the whole thing.I'm the best man.Bristol is the maid of honor.And we just found out we're still married.

Seven years ago I fell in love with a girl half my age. But at eighteen she wasn't old enough for me, no matter how much I wanted her to be.So I ended it.Tonight I saw her again for the first time, at an engagement party of all places. One look at her and I knew she still has a hold on my heart.Which may be the only thing my estranged son and I have in common. Because he just introduced her as his bride to be.

When my besties challenge me to maintain a relationship for a month, I figure it'll be a piece of cake. Besides, I'm not the kind of girl to back down from provocation.But when the only man to ever make my insides quiver enters the picture, my strategy falls apart. Chance Bauer, the alpha-male who once knocked my shoes off and rocked my world-right before I projectile vomited all over him.Apparently he's over it, even if I'm not. Now, I find myself in a game I never expected to play, with stakes higher than I ever imagined. Every moment I spend with Chance weakens my resolve, and I'm left wondering if winning this bet is worth losing him all over again.

I make bad choices. No two ways around it. But breaking up with my fiancé, Brad-a sexy firefighter with biceps for days and a body that won't quit-was the worst. Now he's got a new girl in his bed, and I still can't get him out of my head. Some creep has been breaking into houses all around town and I'm using my keen legal mind to help the local cops catch him. Being partnered with the hot new detective on the force doesn't hurt either. Except, the break-ins were just the beginning. I'm being stalked with a hidden camera in my house. And a little girl was just kidnapped. Then returned. There's clearly more to this story, I've just got to figure out how much.

I've been preparing for this day for years. The biggest wine competition of my career. And I plan to win. My wine? Sublime. My presentation? On point. My outfit? Hand-picked by my fabulous BFF with fantastic fashion sense. Nothing has been left to chance-I'm ready to crush my competition. No pun intended. The thing is, that judge over there? I'm pretty sure he's the stranger whose bed I crawled out of this morning.

GENEVIEVEI didn't kill my husband. At least I don't think I did. But all evidence points to me and I can't remember a thing about that night. There are only two people in my life who would inherently trust I'm innocent. One of them just died. The other is my ex Tyler Presley; who I still have feelings for.What kind of monster mourns one man while trying to seduce another? Me. I'm that kind of monster.TYLERGenevieve Daniels thinks she can call me, four years after decimating my heart, and I'll ride up like some chump on my white horse to save her. Not a chance. Still, I'll play right into her game of seduction. If only to mess with her. Show her what it's like to crumble. Am I that much of a monster?Yes. Yes, I am.

I shoot war zones, not nuptials. But when my ex-wife lands a starring role in the wedding of the year, it's tempting to change things up a bit. Who's better than me to follow her around before and during the big day, capturing every picturesque moment, snapping every detail as they join together in wedlock? No one. Not to mention, she still owes me for destroying my prized vintage camera during our divorce. As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold.

MASONWrong place, wrong time? No good deed goes unpunished? There's probably a million ways to describe being blackmailed into a fake engagement. With the most accurate being: Sucker. WILLOWWords I never thought I would hear my sister say: "Mason, meet my sister, Willow. Willow, this is my fiancé, Mason Cartwright." With model worthy hair, sparkling brown eyes and a scruffy salt-and-pepper jawline that begged to be kissed, I was trapped in his swirling vortex of charisma. Oh, Holy Hell's balls. Good thing I don't believe in love at first sight. 'Cause if I did, I'd be booty over bean in love with Mason Cartwright.