A Wilder Brothers Romance Series by Megan Hetherington

He loves being the center of attention. She hides in a hoodie. He’s a muscle-bound fitness god. She’s an IT geek. Who knows why opposites attract. Who cares as long as they are there for each other. Through the darkest of days and the most traumatic of accidents. One that changes lives… forever. Blane: I rule online fitness, or that's what my social media fans tell me. Pity I don't have someone to share the success with - the trips around the world, the romantic beaches.. moreHe loves being the center of attention. She hides in a hoodie. He’s a muscle-bound fitness god. She’s an IT geek. Who knows why opposites attract. Who cares as long as they are there for each other. Through the darkest of days and the most traumatic of accidents. One that changes lives… forever. Blane: I rule online fitness, or that's what my social media fans tell me. Pity I don't have someone to share the success with - the trips around the world, the romantic beaches...or at least my bed in one of those fancy hotels. That's one aspect my brothers are beating me at and the rivalry between us, is what drives me to be better. The best. There's one girl that's caught my eye though... and other parts of my anatomy. I call her the Princess. She's exotic and apparently off limits. Limits - what are they? I didn't get where I am today by taking what I'm given. No, I take what I want. Yasmin: I'm going to throttle that 'friend' of mine. This is no prize! Sweating my ass off for what? To become a hottie and land a date with someone other than a guy of my parents' choosing? I suppose there are some perks to being his personal fitness winner. Those muscle bound arms. The shape of his back. The way sweat trickles down the lines on his stomach. Hah! It’s hilarious how my fantasies have no bounds. Never with the guy next door, or a colleague at work. I work in IT for goodness sake. I’ve never even had a second date. Why would a celebrity find me attractive? less

When a top-ranked golf player crosses the line and is set to lose his professional golf status, he has no choice but to hire a psychologist to sort out his game. But when his confidence slides, it becomes obvious it’s more than his swing that needs attention. Because without confidence what else is there left? Johnson I just need some help with my headspace to get my game back on form. I’m no sex addict and there’s no way woman are at the crux of my problem... moreWhen a top-ranked golf player crosses the line and is set to lose his professional golf status, he has no choice but to hire a psychologist to sort out his game. But when his confidence slides, it becomes obvious it’s more than his swing that needs attention. Because without confidence what else is there left? Johnson I just need some help with my headspace to get my game back on form. I’m no sex addict and there’s no way woman are at the crux of my problem. Okay, it might be my father leaving me at a vulnerable age, but it’s got nothing to do with women. Why would it? I love women. Meredith He’s an arrogant, entitled ignoramus who holds no respect for women. But he’s got to me. I knew before he entered my office he would be irritatingly handsome and annoyingly well groomed. I thought I had immunity from that sort of attraction when it was cloaked in an air of arrogance. It seems I don’t. less

Paint It Up Finally, Lincoln’s story. The baby of the family. The enigmatic one, who’s different from the other Wilder brothers. He seems to have it all sewn up, emotions that is. Expressing it with artistic flair through his painting. But is it enough, when a revelation floors him, putting everything he thought to be true into question? Lincoln My Mom often told me it was okay to be different. And I agreed. I’m nothing like my brothers. I don’t need to be like them... morePaint It Up Finally, Lincoln’s story. The baby of the family. The enigmatic one, who’s different from the other Wilder brothers. He seems to have it all sewn up, emotions that is. Expressing it with artistic flair through his painting. But is it enough, when a revelation floors him, putting everything he thought to be true into question? Lincoln My Mom often told me it was okay to be different. And I agreed. I’m nothing like my brothers. I don’t need to be like them. I don’t even need to be liked by them. I’m perfectly happy doing my own thing, in my own way. For that, everyone mistakes me for being lonely, far from it. I’m a loner, not lonely. I don’t need other people. Or so I thought. Until my belief system was pulled like a rug from under my feet. That’s when I needed someone like Anna. Anna I’m not ready for a date and don’t know if I ever will be. Least of all someone like Lincoln. But he appears when I need someone the most. He seems to have it all under control. And at a time when I feel ugly and lacking self-worth, he makes me feel beautiful again. less