Series: Try Again
Author: Stephanie Smith
(Try Again, #1)
Brooke Willis had everything she ever wanted: a happy marriage, volunteer placement at the art gallery, and the promise of starting a family with the man of her dreams.
Saxon Reed had everything he ever thought he needed: a successful career, nice cars, expensive apartment, and more money than he knew what to do with.
After losing her husband Brooke insists on taking over his company to keep his dreams alive. Struggling in an industry she knows nothing about, Brooke turns to Saxon, her husband’s best friend and business partner, for guidance and support. Their mutual grief, and Saxon’s need to look after his best friend’s wife, creates a connection beyond just business.
Can Brooke take over the company and find a new life without saying goodbye to the past? Can Saxon protect and care for Brooke without scaring her away?
What happens when your heart doesn’t listen to your head? When lines are crossed and boundaries are pushed?
I head to the door, still clutching at a piece of peppermint chocolate and trying to dissolve the large piece in my mouth. Swinging open the door I yell, “What the hell, bitch?”
Saxon’s eyes are wide and he has an amused grin on his face. “Well, good morning to you too.”
My mouth is hanging open, and I know all the blood has rushed from my face. I’m shocked and not only because Saxon is here, but because he stands before me in dark wash jeans with a tight black t-shirt. It has been years since I’ve seen him in anything but a suit or tuxedo. He looks so much younger dressed casually. Less stressed and almost more… carefree.
Shaking those thoughts, I meet his eyes. “I thought you were Rach. What do you want?” My words come out more harshly than I intended, and Saxon’s smile turns to a frown, his eyes losing their sparkle.
My stomach twists and there’s something about him frowning which turns my gut. I don’t like it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just surprised to see you. What’s up?” I ask in a much more friendly tone.
He looks up at me, nervousness shining in those bright green eyes. “I wanted to see if I could take you out today?” The confident, cocky Saxon is gone, and I would’ve never believed this insecure one existed underneath.
He wants to take me on a date? Hell no.
“Bugger, I’m actually just on my way out,” I say with fake disappointment.
Saxon raises his eyebrows at me, and the cocky bastard is back. “Really?” he says as he looks me up and down. I follow his eyes down to my outfit.
Sometimes even I can’t believe how stupid I am. I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest in defiance, as I also remember not only am I in my flannel pyjamas but I don’t have a bra on. He smiles a cocky smile while looking at my chest, clearly letting me know he caught that also.
Whatever You Do
(Try Again, #2)
How do you trust someone who is everything you’re trying to avoid?
Harper Lindell is having a bad day. You know, if a bad day consists of getting fired from your cushy job and then catching your boyfriend red handed playing hide the salami.
Sick of meeting the same guys over and over, Harper decides to try her luck at Internet dating. How bad could it be? Right?
Tate Washington wasn’t looking to meet anyone. Still dealing with the consequences of his one serious relationship, all he’s interested in is revamping his family’s behind-the-times café.
He didn’t plan on seeing the beautiful receptionist from Argo again, walking into his life to use his café as a dating hub, and using him as a BFF.
Can Harper really trust Tate, who is everything she thinks she needs to steer clear of?
Can Tate wait while Harper works through her insecurities and fears?
“So,” I start, “two hundred online dates; that’s a lot. Did you date much before you went online?”
Before Carl answers, he reaches over and takes a fry off my plate. “Yeah, two hundred. I have been online for a few years now. What about you?”
I stare, my eyes wide as I watch him eat the stolen fry. “You are my first online date, actually.”
Carl leans over again and this time grabs two fries off my plate. What. The. Fuck?
“Wow, a newbie. How are you finding it?” he says, as he shoves my fries into his mouth.
I know what’s going to come next so I quickly answer him. “Yeah, great,” I say, before I pick up three fries and shove them into my mouth, followed quickly by another two fries. The heat of the fresh fries burns my mouth, but I don’t even care.
He leans over and once again grabs two fries. It takes everything in me not to stab his fingers with my fork.
There’s no way he’s eating all my dinner. I begin shovelling fries in my mouth. I stab furiously with my fork, picking up as many fries as I can before trying to fit them all in at once.
Carl leans over again and mustn’t see the glare I give him as he picks up a piece of my chicken and pops it between his lips. “Mmm,” he mumbles as he eats my chicken. My freaking chicken.
Is this guy for real? I am not one of those girls who doesn’t like to eat. I don’t go out with guys to only order a salad and nibble at it for three hours. I don’t share food, dammit.
The meal continues like this, except I can’t shovel in as much food as Carl can, so before I know it, Carl has polished off my parmigiana as well as his own steak. How can such a skinny guy eat so much damn food?
I have no idea what we even talked about the whole time as I was too consumed in trying to protect my dinner. Thankfully, Carl doesn’t eat salad, so he did leave that right alone. Awesome.
I sense Tate approach as a shadow falls over the table and his cologne fills the air, but I’m too busy pouting to look up at him and enjoy the sight.
“How were the meals?” he asks.
“Fantastic. Very authentic,” Carl answers.
I don’t bother answering as, let’s face it, I barely got a taste.
“Would you like to order some dessert? We have homemade Italian pastries.”
“Oh God, I couldn’t possibly fit another thing,” Carl says as he rubs his flat belly. Fucker.
Gritting my teeth, I try to fight the urge to jump over the table and strangle him.
“Well, maybe Harper would like something,” Tate says to Carl.
“No thanks,” I say, my voice cold and disinterested. What’s the point? He’ll probably eat it anyway. I just want this nose-dive of a date to be over.
Is love really enough to put the past where it belongs?
Lana Washington chooses to hide. She hides from life. Hides from her abusive ex-husband. From the fact that everyone she loves eventually she loses, but when Lana’s house catches fire she is forced out of the predictable comfort her life has become.
Jake Weston had led a simple life, ever since he was called home from war for a family emergency four years ago, leaving only him and Hallie. Then one phone call throws his neatly-pieced world upside down.
Jake wasn’t supposed to be there. This wasn’t his problem. But as soon as those piercing green eyes focused in on him, he knew he was done for.
Can Jake hold onto his secret, all the while still holding onto Lana?
Will Lana be able to let go of the past and the hurt that binds her to her lonely existence?
Or will one small white lie ruin it all?
About The Book:
Whatever It Takes
(Try Again, #2)
She only wants his sperm. What could go wrong?
Georgia Armstrong is on the hunt—on the hunt for a man. It’s not what you think, though. She’s not looking for love, friendship or companionship. Georgia wants a baby, and she’s on the hunt for a sperm donor. Except her plan is to have the sperm donated the good old-fashioned way. What could possibly go wrong?
Henry Marsh knows what he wants, and a wife and family are not it. He doesn’t know where the blonde bombshell came from, and he doesn’t know what she was thinking when she came up with her plan. And he especially doesn’t know why he agreed to help her.
Business quickly turns into pleasure and the lines are blurred as Henry and Georgia begin to break all the rules.
How far will Georgia go to become a mother, and what will it cost her? And has Henry finally put his member some place he shouldn't?
About the Author:
Loving mushy romance, books, movies and music since she was young, and constantly daydreaming up stories and plots, Stephanie decided to put them on paper.
Living in South Australia with her own alpha male and two princesses she spends her days reading, writing and playing with the girls out on their property.