The Trouble Series by Julie Archer

What do you call it when you fall for your best friend’s little sister? Trouble. I was perfectly happy with my life, tinkering around with cars and refurbishing old beauties. Until one day, a young beauty showed up with a more than tempting proposition. What could be better than working on my dream car with my dream woman? Ten years of pent up lust spilled over in one weekend... moreWhat do you call it when you fall for your best friend’s little sister? Trouble. I was perfectly happy with my life, tinkering around with cars and refurbishing old beauties. Until one day, a young beauty showed up with a more than tempting proposition. What could be better than working on my dream car with my dream woman? Ten years of pent up lust spilled over in one weekend. But when my best friend found out his little sister Lyla had set her sights on me, there’d be trouble. Author Note: Trouble is the first story in The Trouble Series but can be read completely as a stand-alone. less

Jack What do you call it when you fall for your physical therapist? Big Trouble. I was living the dream, riding bikes every day, and bedding a string of hot women every night. An accident on the track left me with a busted leg, and no option but to return to Cali Cross, the little town I'd happily left behind. Ending up back there was admitting defeat. I planned to fight it every step of the way. Then I met my PT. She was full of fight too... moreJack What do you call it when you fall for your physical therapist? Big Trouble. I was living the dream, riding bikes every day, and bedding a string of hot women every night. An accident on the track left me with a busted leg, and no option but to return to Cali Cross, the little town I'd happily left behind. Ending up back there was admitting defeat. I planned to fight it every step of the way. Then I met my PT. She was full of fight too. Soon I'd forgotten about getting out of Cali Cross because I wanted to get into trouble with Lo. She was an outside, like me. She was just right. I was the right kind of wrong. And maybe, just maybe we could make it work for both of us. less