Bachelors Incorporated Series by Allison LaFleur

Three books and a bonus novella!Noah - She's a secretary, stuck in an abusive home. He's a trust fund billionaire determined to make it on his own. When Lena is chosen to work for the boss, neither is prepared for the sparks that fly, or the danger they unleash.-- Learn how the Bachelors get their start in Noah!Ryder - She’s a woman making her way in a traditionally man’s world. He’s a decorated agent... moreThree books and a bonus novella!Noah - She's a secretary, stuck in an abusive home. He's a trust fund billionaire determined to make it on his own. When Lena is chosen to work for the boss, neither is prepared for the sparks that fly, or the danger they unleash.-- Learn how the Bachelors get their start in Noah!Ryder - She’s a woman making her way in a traditionally man’s world. He’s a decorated agent. When an explosion rips through Vegas, can they combine their detective skills in time to stop the killer terrorizing the city?Luke - She’s escaping the corporate world. He’s an exhausted ER doc helping out a friend. When a hurricane rips through their tropical getaway, will it be their salvation, or the end of them both?Mark - She's a penniless orphan. He's a brilliant scientist. Will spilled beer lead to love, or will the seedy underbelly of Dublin end their future before it starts?The queen of adventure romance, Allison LaFleur brings you explosive sex, passion, and peril in her second Bachelors Incorporated collection in this action packed series. less

What the hell did we do last night? That’s when I noticed, wrapped around the third finger of my left hand, a diamond encrusted platinum band winking in the mirror at me. Exactly how drunk was I last night? On the top of the dresser sat an envelope. I approached, reaching one shaky hand out to grasp it and slide out the folded paper inside. I closed my eyes for a second, before opening them, and unfolding the paper... moreWhat the hell did we do last night? That’s when I noticed, wrapped around the third finger of my left hand, a diamond encrusted platinum band winking in the mirror at me. Exactly how drunk was I last night? On the top of the dresser sat an envelope. I approached, reaching one shaky hand out to grasp it and slide out the folded paper inside. I closed my eyes for a second, before opening them, and unfolding the paper. There it was in black and white, my name, Zoe Ann De Lacy joined Ryder Adam West in holy matrimony, as of 4 o’clock this morning. The man sleeping face down in my bed. The man I had clearly enjoyed multiple times last night, Ryder West, was my husband. I held my left hand up in front of me. At least he had good taste. The delicate rock on my finger was no Las Vegas $199 Elvis wedding special, it had to have set him back a pretty penny.  “You coming back to bed?” A sleepy voice rumbled from somewhere among the covers in the king sized bed. “Hmmm?” I looked away from the evidence of our marriage, noticing his broad shoulders again. “I don’t know what the hell happened last night,” he rolled over, muscles across those shoulders and back rippling, and shaded his eyes from the weak light from the bathroom. This left a gorgeous set of six pack abs on display, and a tantalizing trail of dark hair leading south. I salivated or tried too, my mouth dry as the sahara after too much tequila. “but I need another couple hours of sleep before you tell me and I need to regret it.” Book 5 in Allison LaFleur's Bachelors Incorporated series, Get it NOW! less

I watched this big, gorgeous doctor, lose all use of his left arm as he stayed completely still, not wanting to wake the tiny, sleeping puppy. One side of his handsome face creased from the pillow, but the marks couldn’t hide his strong jaw, a hint of stubble sprinkled across it, making this gentle healer look both sexy and dangerous. "What do we do when the storm hits?” He plopped the sleeping puppy in my lap and stretched, running his fingers through his hair... moreI watched this big, gorgeous doctor, lose all use of his left arm as he stayed completely still, not wanting to wake the tiny, sleeping puppy. One side of his handsome face creased from the pillow, but the marks couldn’t hide his strong jaw, a hint of stubble sprinkled across it, making this gentle healer look both sexy and dangerous. "What do we do when the storm hits?” He plopped the sleeping puppy in my lap and stretched, running his fingers through his hair. I had to blink twice, realizing that without the white coat and baggy scrub top, he was hot! Barefoot in just a white t-shirt and low slung scrub pants after his shower, his broad shoulders, narrow hips and tight abs were on display. “I guess we make it up as we go along, kinda like we have been doing.” He glanced up at the TV again, temporarily on mute. “That doesn't make me feel real confident we're gonna survive this.” I watched the silent weatherman, reading the updates scrolling across the bottom, and watching the apocalyptic waves filmed already reaching the coast. less