Bøker av Tawna Fenske

She's a single mom who's over the fairy tale, thank you very much.Ellie Sanders doesn't need a man for anything, except maybe marketing tips.Good thing Tyler Hendrix isn't looking for love and marriage either.The Navy helped Ty put his lousy childhood behind him.He's happy running First Impressions' video firm and helping Ellie build her business.Problem is, Ellie's business involves adult toys.Yeah, that kind.Which means Ty can't stop picturing her in his bed.That's the only reason he wants her this badly, right?Or maybe it's their minefield of sexy wardrobe malfunctions and plumbing mishaps.Or the adorably awkward dates giving Ty sweet glimpses of what fatherhood could be like.Turns out Ellie has the coolest five-year-old on the planet, but Henry complicates things.Ty's wired to be a fling, not a father.His own deadbeat dad saw to that.And Ty's determined not to be like his jailbird old man.But what if Ellie and Henry are the magic key that unlocks Ty's heart for good?One-click this sexy romantic comedy about an ex-military man turned corporate exec who swears he won't fall for the sweet single mom and her son (spoiler alert: he does!)

Romeo. Boy Toy. Player. I've heard what they call me, and never gave it much thought.Then Zoe walks in with her library smarts and innocent eyes and one helluva dirty idea.I guess living in hospitals for two decades didn't leave much time for dating.Or any kind of fun, really.Zoe's a virgin with a bucket list, and guess who's on it?No way am I satisfying her desires.She's my boss's little sister-in-law, and besides.I'm maxed out with my sick dad and a secret I'm not ready to share.I'll help with the unsexy things on Zoe's list.Problem is, everything from a foul-mouthed pinball machine to my dopey dog keep conspiring to push us together.Even cooking class and an oddly sexy oil change lead straight to temptation.Girls like Zoe don't end up with guys like me.It's basic math even this high school dropout can do.So how come I can't stay away?One-click this laugh-out-loud steamy romance about a notorious ladies' man lending a hand (and ahem...other parts!) to help his boss's little sister ditch her v-card.

Call me cocky, but it's a fact women fall at my feet. So why does this one want to kick me in the junk?Might be my work for her uncle's legal defense.Or the dubious ways I earned my millions.Or the scandal that cost my career. Or hell.Maybe it's just that I'm not a nice guy.A fact I'm regretting once Lucy storms in and gets me rethinking my rule on dating single moms.She's funny and smart and so sexy it shouldn't be legal.Take it from a disbarred lawyer.One desperate to dodge this desire sparking like frayed wires in a champagne flute of kerosene.A few stolen kisses and I'm suddenly starved for a simple life on this sweet lake, but that's absurd.Guys like me don't belong in small towns. Towns this charming, this good, this...pure.It should be easy staying chaste with Lucy, since our encounters include a precocious pre-teen, one misguided bat, and a goat who won't take no for an answer.But nothing's easy with a woman born to boss five grumpy brothers.Big as they are, those guys don't scare me.Not like my feelings for Luce and her daughter. Those have me quaking in my Gucci loafers.So does this big-ass secret bearing down like a toxic tsunami.One-click this laugh-out-loud, enemies-to-lovers rom-com about a single mom and the bad boy millionaire she swears she'll never fall for (spoiler alert: she does).

She's feisty. Fierce. And trapped in the elevator of a building I own.So I climb down the shaft determined to distract her. My tools aren't the kind on a toolbelt, but I get the job done, cooling Skye's rage as we heat up this tin box hanging two stories off the ground.The hot young med student has good reasons to be pissed, and better ones for dodging relationships. Why should she trust a stranger 14 years older to know what she needs?But the sexy spitfire captivates me, and it's clear Skye's hungry for my touch.Time to prove not all men are jerks. Especially one with a few wicked tricks up his sleeve.Tough Cookie is a scorching hot standalone m/f erotic romance with a little m/f/m/f/f treat. If you like age gap, enemies-to-lovers, and menage, this one's for you. The story contains no cheating and an HEA is guaranteed!

I see them staring. Blame the scar that's carved from my chest to face, or my reputation as a beast. Keeping to myself keeps others from knowing how I got this way. Then she moves in next door. My sexy neighbor revels in me watching her most intimate moments. The kicker? She wants to watch me. What's the harm in staging sinful shows across our shared fence line? No words. No contact. Just how I want it. But weeks of teasing hit a boiling point when we collide at the store and find our chemistry's even more sizzling in person. The first words Lyla says to me? An indecent proposal no man could refuse. Eye Candy is a scorching hot standalone m/f erotic romance with a little m/f/m/m treat. If you like voyeurism, exhibitionism, and menage, this one's for you. The story contains no cheating and an HEA is guaranteed!

The problem with being the family do-gooder? Sometimes you need to be bad. Or selfish, or whatever it's called when I lock lips with Blanka Pavlo in a hospital hallway. I'm nuts about the sexy science goddess, but it's a dick move to ditch a lifetime of rescue work staying here instead of heading back out on the high seas. But it turns out donating an organ gets you grounded a while. A few months at my family's resort means more time with Blanka, and more chances she'll notice I suck at self-care. She has a point, and also a plan. That's how I end up tied to my headboard with balloon animals, adopting a homely cat, and joining Blanka for a bubble bath that's way steamier than any fully-clothed event ought to be. It's almost enough to make a guy forget why he's spent a lifetime struggling to cancel out the sins of dear ol' dad. Almost.

Racing heart? Check. Damp palms? Check. All signs indicate I've got it bad for Lady Isabella Blankenship.It could be contagious, since Iz shows all the same symptoms. But what's got her pulling back anytime things blaze between us? I know a modern-day duchess might have baggage from finding out she's the illegitimate child of a dead American philanderer with more kids than morals. But Izzy's on edge, and there's more to it than run-of-the-mill culture shock. Turns out I'm not the only guy drawn to her. She's shadowed 24/7 by protective siblings, an amorous pig named Kevin, and a deadly-looking stranger skulking around Ponderosa Resort. It's more drama than I've seen since my days as an Army doc, so I'm happy to lend Iz a shoulder or any body part she needs. But what are my odds of diagnosing what ails Izzy before my royal crush makes a run for it?

If money talks, it's telling me to steer clear of Cassidy Brooks.Too bad my heart's got the sense of a jellyfish.The rest of me knows I'm reckless craving a woman wrapped up with wealthy outsiders.Rich pricks like Cassidy's boss, slapping glitzy mansions on the old gravel pit they've dubbed "Luxury, lakefront Oregon Coast land."Land that's been in my family for decades, but not now. Not anymore.Blame my shady uncle and a cast of cash-flush, toxic ass-crabs for that.I want to blame Cassidy, but really? I just want her.Cassidy and her smart mouth and sunshine eyes and rich lady shoes that make her legs look--No. Not going there. It's all I can do to keep my fishing fleet afloat while watching over a boatload of wild brothers and one bossy sister.And Cassidy's got her own troubles. A sick sister and a mom with chronic bad taste in men.We should keep our distance, right?But this town's so small we're crossing paths over sexy trivia night, hermit crab hijinks, and a wardrobe malfunction that lands me up close and clumsily personal with Cassidy's mom.I just want my town back. My family's land.Land Cassidy's crew has their eye on.There's no way this ends well.So why can't we keep our hands off each other?One-click this laugh-out-loud, enemies-to-lovers rom-com about a small-town fisherman who can't resist the woman whose wealthy world he blames for his family's downfall.

I've wanted my best friend forever.We've vowed not to cross the line, but Nina leaves no doubt she craves my touch. I've reined us both in, keeping a distance as Nina gets off on satisfying her lovers' hottest fantasies.But what about hers?It's a question I pose one wild night drenched in too much champagne. She makes a list, and now I'm hellbent on helping her fill each of her deliciously dirty fantasies.Even the ones she's afraid to admit.Honey Do is a scorching hot standalone m/f erotic romance with a little m/f/m/m treat. If you like friends-to-lovers and menage, this one's for you. This story contains no cheating and an HEA is guaranteed!

Ugh, Christmas. Not a fan. So why am I wearing a Santa suit and letting frisky moms paw me at a reindeer ranch? It might have something to do with the family crisis that drew me home between tours as a career Marine. Or maybe it's my urge to cozy up with the prickly reindeer rancher whose curves give me visions of something way hotter than sugarplums. Jade King isn't thrilled I'm here, and she'd be less thrilled to know her sister hired me to keep an eye on things. Someone's set on sabotaging the ranch, so I've got a built-in excuse to get close to Jade.I could swear the attraction's mutual, but something's holding her back. Some secret in her past that has her pushing me away like a bad batch of eggnog. It's almost as baffling as all these accidents at the King sisters' place. Seriously, who'd screw with a reindeer ranch? Between sexy Santa suit malfunctions and risqué Christmas cookies, Jade and I keep ending up under the mistletoe together. Is there any chance we can mesh our Christmas wish lists, or will it all crash down like a fat man in an iron sleigh?

I have my reasons for walking into Chelsea Singer's cupcake shop with an axe. Too bad I've forgotten what they are. Hell, I forgot my own name the second she flashed those blue eyes and offered up a double-fudge cupcake with Irish cream frosting. I may look like a grumpy lumberjack, but I'm a softie for sweets, single moms, and my massive, messy family. The family stuff gets messier now that we're running a resort together on our late-father's ranch, which brings my siblings that much closer to discovering I'm not who they think I am.As things heat up with Chelsea, I'm falling faster than an old-growth redwood filled with buttercream and lit on fire and then maybe chopped into kindling. It's a figure of speech, okay? And it's damned inconvenient, since it turns out someone wants to hurt Chelsea and her daughter. But they'll have to get through me first. And no way in hell will that happen.

A SPECIAL PONDEROSA RESORT NOVELLA!I'm totally over having my heart stomped six years ago. So what's with the mule kick to the chest when I spot the girl who ghosted me? Turns out she's not my teenage fling, but her twin sister-and she needs a fake date to her cousin's wedding. I'm game, especially since Val fires me up like no one I've ever met. She's smart and funny and sweet and is it wrong that I'm diggin' this bogus boyfriend role? As our make-believe romance melts into real-deal territory, things get hotter than a habanero on a bonfire. But what happens when her sister shows up? Or worse, when I fall in love with my fake summer fling.

He's a covert operator. A killer built by the U.S. Army. He's tasked with taking out his dream girl-and not on a date. Targeting Nicole should be simple, since she hates his guts. Sebastian The Dentist-yes, a real freakin' dentist, don't make it scary-has wanted Nic since they first locked horns. He's not sure why they're enemies, but he knows there's more to the sweet daycare owner than crayons and cardigans. But discovering her secrets lands them both in danger they'll dodge only by working together. Between awkward wedding dates and puppies with no personal space, Sebastian and Nic get closer. They're also close to discovering if Nic's dead associate may not be so dead. If Sebastian can stop her from hating him long enough to eliminate the threat, they might just fall in love. But only Nic can stop him from hating himself.

I've loved Amber since I wore Batman Underoos, but she doesn't know I exist. Not until she knocks me unconscious with a dead turkey.Now I can't stay away, and it's only a matter of time 'til she learns my big secret. Not my recipe for beef bourguignon, but the secret one no one, knows. Not even my siblings who've spent endless hours with me dreaming up our new luxury resort and oh yeah, getting to know each other since we grew up with different moms. But the more I'm with Amber, the surer I am she's my dream girl. Brains, beauty, and the business smarts to turn a reindeer ranch into a quirky wedding venue. Did I mention she's perfect?Then my mom shows up stewing like a pot set to boil over, and suddenly I'm not sure I can keep a lid on things. Can the guy in the white chef's hat be the hero who gets the girl and saves the day, or will it all fall flatter than a burnt soufflé?

Rule one when seeking a secret mountain hideaway: Be certain the cabin's unoccupied. Also, make sure there's no blizzard coming. I've screwed up all of that before I get the key in the door, which shouldn't be a shock. God knows I've messed up plenty of things lately. Is it too much to want a hideout from Hollywood headlines in a place no one knows my name? Maybe not, since Gretchen Laslo has zero clue who I am. That's the upside of being snowed-in with a stunning professor whose impressive list of appliances includes two ice cream makers and no television. The downside? Cocoa and blanket forts lead to toe-curling sex, which leads to me kinda-sorta forgetting to tell her the paparazzi's on my tail. It's a matter of time before she finds out. When that happens, our wintry romance will melt faster than two snowmen boning in a sauna.

I've spent my whole life guarding the family's biggest secrets. Too bad this one won't leave my guest room.Let's blame that inconvenient distraction for the questionable choices I make at my brother's wedding. Thank God for Lily Archer, who saves my rep and melts my heart in one fell swoop. It's damn humbling for a controlling jerk like me accustomed to being in charge of everything.But something about Lily has me unraveling like the cuffs on a cheap suit. She's sexy and smart as hell, and makes no secret she wants me for a no-strings fling. What guy in his right mind would say no?I'm clearly not in my right mind because I suddenly can't stop thinking about long-term with Lily. It's not ideal, since the family's worst skeleton is ready to tumble from the closet in a big, dusty heap. Who the hell is in charge around here?It's me. And before this is over, I'll have some explaining to do.

He's a hired gun. A hardened killer. So how'd he end up bottle-feeding lambs for his best friend's sister? Dante didn't set out to deceive. His favor for a pal in prison got him this farmhand job, and Jen needs help guarding more than her blueberries. Someone's set on hurting her, and he'll make damn sure they don't. She can't know who sent him or why he's handier with a handgun than a hoe. But none of that matters more than keeping Jen safe. To save the girl, he'll have to pair old skills with new. A princess tea party and an old-fashioned gunfight? Why not. Grape stomping and grenades? Sign him up. But as the enemy closes in, there's one skill Dante finds he doesn't have: The strength to walk away when the job is done.

Building a small town from scratch? Piece of cake. Bossing my big, messy family? Done. Keeping my hands off the hot CFO? Not so easy...I've brokered billion-dollar deals as the man in charge.I can handle a challenge.But Vanessa's not just any challenge.The whip-smart finance magician has me tripping over my tongue--and other parts--when we team up to launch my family's reality TV show.Between a sexy waterslide romp, adopting a dog, and a hike that lands her bra in a tree, we're dangerously close to mixing business and pleasure.This can't end well. If my meddling brothers and sisters get their way, I'll be one of the suckers falling in love under the spotlight.No way. I've been burned before.I can't risk it all with a show to run, a town depending on me, and a growing sense someone's set on sabotaging it all.It's my job to save the business and protect my family.That means keeping my stupid heart out of the boardroom.For once in my life, I'm not sure I have it all under control.One-click this hilarious forbidden workplace rom-com about a billionaire trying to create a utopia on reality T.V. and the woman who makes him question everything along the way.

Only in my world does the family screwup have a police record and three Oscars. And only a screwup like me would be nuts enough to fall for a cop.Not just any cop. Amy's the police chief in this small town my family built from scratch.We've got a reality TV spotlight scanning our every move.No way will the perfect girl next door take a chance on me.I've heard she's got a brother behind bars, so guys with rap sheets are off limits.The thing is, I've changed. My family might hover like I'm ready to flop face-first off the wagon.But I'm doing great, and I plan to prove it to Amy.We laugh like crazy together, but there's more between us. I'm sure of it.Between bedazzled thongs, a hilariously raunchy text mishap, and sexy handcuff games, I'm determined to break down her walls.Except the harder I try to show I'm a new man, the more I know Chief Lovelin locked up my heart and chucked the key.One-click this lighthearted, opposites attract rom-com about a reformed bad boy black sheep who falls for the cop intent on keeping his family's small town safe...and her heart locked away from him.

Step one in starting my new life: Don't fall for my shrink. Scratch that. Step one is settling my daughter in our new small town life.So what if it's the set of a reality TV show?I agreed to let cameras follow me around, but stay the hell away from my kid.And screw the storyline about a grumpy single dad finding love.I'm here for the fresh start.It's bad enough I've got these sessions with sexy psychologist Mari.Mari and her foul-mouthed parrot and her love of quirky trivia.Mari and our blazing hot kiss in a bizarre underground bunker. I can't fall for her. See, I'm pretty sure the good doc's hiding something huge.And a woman with secrets is a recipe for heartache.Take it from a guy who knows.A romance like this is forbidden six ways to Sunday.So why can't we keep our hands off each other?One-click this forbidden doctor/patient rom-com about a single dad trying to find a new life in a small town and the psychiatrist with a secret who could just be his new chance at love.

A 2019 RITA AWARD FINALIST!Bree Bracelyn doesn't date cops. That's a problem, since I am one. Also, I might be in love with her. But Bree's got a secret I can't figure out. Most folks lace up their goody two-shoes around cops, but Bree's don't fit quite right. There's a story there, but she's guarding it like a tiger with a pet zebra. And yeah, I know the guy jockeying for police chief should steer clear of a woman with skeletons in her closet, but I can't stay away. I'll find any excuse to visit the resort she owns with her siblings, even trotting out my charming pup, Virginia Woof. I'm not proud. Between hot springs hookups and grope-fests in my car, Bree's breaking her no-cops rule six ways to Sunday, and I'm grateful. But what'll it take to coax out her secret and convince her I'm not here to slap the cuffs on her? Not unless she asks me to.

"Complete with hot sex scenes, snarky double-entendres, slapstick humor, and quirky girlfriends, this comedic romp through modern-day dating checks all the romance boxes." -Kirkus ReviewsWilla Frank has one simple rule: never go on a date with anyone more than twice. Now that her business is providing the stability she's always needed, she can't afford distractions. Her two-date rule will protect her just fine...until she meets smokejumper Grady Billman.After one date-one amazing, unforgettable date-Grady isn't ready to call it quits, despite his own no-attachments policy, and he's found a sneaky way around both their rules.Throwing gutter balls with pitchers of beer? Not a real date. Everyone knows bowling doesn't count. Watching a band play at a local show? They just happen to have the same great taste in music. Definitely not a date. Hiking? Nope. How can exercise be considered a date?With every "non-date" Grady suggests, his reasoning gets more ridiculous, and Willa must admit she's having fun playing along. But when their time together costs Willa two critical clients, it's clear she needs to focus on the only thing that matters-her future. And really, he should do the same. But what is she supposed to do with a future that looks gray without Grady in it?Each book in the Where There's Smoke series is STANDALONE:* The Two-Date Rule * Just a Little Bet* The Best Kept Secret