Homefront: The Sheridans

I know exactly what I want. And it has nothing to do with the hot Navy SEAL I picked up in a bar. Really... it doesn't. Even though the pressure of his lips on mine fires me like a hot kiln, and the feel of his ripped chest beneath my hungry fingertips... Wait... I'm digressing. Focus, Allie. Since graduating from college, I've been juggling two jobs while fostering abandoned dogs, with my sights set on opening a rescue kennel. I'll do whatever it takes to succeed, even if it means fighting back my cravings for the man who's been fueling my fantasies since I got my first taste of him in a hotel elevator. This guy is too full of secrets. Dark ones, hidden behind his ice blue eyes. Secrets of his Special Ops past and of a billionaire family that employs half our town. He won't let me into his world, and it's for the best. Logan Sheridan is more than I can handle. But when he slips his way into my life, searing the memory of his rock-hard body pressed against mine into my consciousness, all I can do is remember that night in the elevator... and ask for more, please. Contains mature themes.

There's a hot billionaire in the carpool line that has every mom putting on her lipstick before she drops her kid off to school. Me included. But I can't be tempted by a body hewn from granite or eyes that could melt the polar ice caps... because that hot billionaire is also my boss, Ryan Sheridan. Single moms like me can't play with fire. Especially not when I've finally landed a job that pays a decent salary, and even managed to buy a townhouse where I can raise my son without my parents looking over my shoulder, shaking their heads. So, I'll keep reminding myself that, even as his sapphire eyes pry their way into my heart, threatening to unlock the secrets that I keep hidden in a dark corner of my soul. My past could destroy the life I've built for my son and me. I can't afford full disclosure. Contains mature themes.

FUBAR. The day my life fell apart, I was introduced to this term. It's comforting to know there's one word that completely defines my life. Go ahead. Look it up. And right next to the term, you might see a picture of me as the example, sweltering in a forty-pound princess gown in front of my castle beside a kiddie coaster... and flanked by the sexiest piece of man candy that ever walked this earth: Dylan Sheridan. The same Dylan Sheridan who's an Olympic medalist turned MMA fighter turned billionaire entrepreneur. The same Dylan Sheridan who destroyed my best fantasy the moment I realized he's just a cock-sure narcissist who thinks I have a single-digit IQ. And I won't fall for him. Even when my life spirals out of control and he's the only one who reaches into the hurricane to pull me out. Because even though you see his rock-hard body standing by my side... we're just faking it. Contains mature themes.

You've heard the joke . . . Know how to figure out if a guy's a pilot? He'll tell you. Yep. Cocky? Arrogant? Player? That's generally the impression I like to give women. Outside of my eight-pack and medals for valor, when it comes to women's expectations of me . . . I try to keep the bar low enough so that I can roll over it. Until Kaila comes along. She's like every fantasy I could conjure-that night I made her soul-searing eyes glaze over with passion as she cried out my name . . . Several times, because I'm very thorough. It should have been enough for me. It's not. But with my past-and a secret I've kept even from my brothers-I know I'm not capable of giving her what she deserves. I know it . . . . . . even with hindsight. Contains mature themes.

"A Ranger, a pilot, and a doctor walk into a bar . . . " That was pretty much my life in Hawai'i until my two brothers got married. Now I'm the last man standing. Not a problem. With an eight-pack and a Bronze Star, I'm not exactly lacking company in my waterfront condo on Mauna Kea Beach. Toss in my M.D. and the mastery of female anatomy that comes with it, and I can make a woman beg for more. Unless she's Samantha. Samantha's got a life on the mainland that puts her off-limits. So why am I playing tour guide for her . . . and discovering just how tempting she looks when the turquoise water of Kealakekua Bay soaks her too-skimpy suit? She's the best friend of my sister-in-law. Godmother to my niece. A fling is not in the cards. A hook-up? Impossible. But then, this is Hawai'i. Anything is possible in paradise. Contains mature themes.