Talk British to Me

Three full length novels featuring sexy, dirty talking British heroes.British Bedmate Dear Bridget, I’m writing this letter because it’s highly doubtful I’ll ever garner the courage to say this to your face. So, here goes. We’re totally wrong for each other. You’re the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I’m just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England. But here’s the thing… for some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways. I want you. The only reason I’m even admitting all of this to you right now is because I don’t believe it’s one-sided. I notice your eyes when you look at me, too. And as crass as I appear when we’re joking around about sex, my attraction to you is not a joke. So, what’s the purpose of this note? I guess it’s a reminder that we’re adults, that sex is healthy and natural, and that you can find me just through the door past the kitchen. More specifically, it’s to let you know that I’m leaving said door cracked open from now on in case you’d like to visit me in the middle of the night sometime. No questions asked. Think about it. Or don’t. Whatever you choose. It’s doubtful I’ll even end up sliding this letter under your door anyway. ―Simon Duke of Manhattan I was born into British aristocracy, but I’ve made my fortune in Manhattan. New York is now my kingdom. Back in Britain my family are fighting over who’s the next Duke of Fairfax. The rules say it’s me--if I’m married. It’s not a trade-off worth making. I could never limit myself to just one woman. Or so I thought until my world is turned upside down. Now, the only way I can save the empire I built is to inherit the title I’ve never wanted-- so I need a wife. To take my mind off business I need a night that’s all pleasure. I need to bury myself in a stranger. The skim of Scarlett King’s hair over my body as she bends over . . . The scrape of her nails across my chest as she screams my name . . . The bite of her teeth on my shoulder just as we both reach the edge . . . It all helps me forget. I just didn’t bargain on finding my one night stand across the boardroom table the next day. She might be my latest conquest but I have a feeling Scarlett King might just conquer me. Not Until You I have two rules in life: 1. No relationships, falling in love or attachments. 2. No sleeping with clients of my interior design firm. Since the last guy turned out to be married, they’ve been easy to follow. Until him. Callum Huxley is a ridiculously sexy Brit, and the connection we have the moment our eyes lock scares the ever-loving hell out of me. Thank God I came to my senses before going back to his hotel where I would’ve ended up naked, panting, and unable to forget him. Thinking I walked away from that night unscathed was stupid. Sure enough, at the biggest meeting of my career waits the CEO of Dovetail Enterprises—him. It might be the most embarrassing moment of my professional life. And breaking my no-client rule might just be the hottest moment of my personal life. Learning to trust has never felt so good, but falling has never hurt so bad. Read more