Calloway Brothers Series by Samantha Christy

A grumpy hero, single parent romance. Town playboy. CEO extraordinaire. Monumental prick. And my blind date. Tag Calloway is toxic. If you aren’t in his small inner circle of friends, you’re nothing. An inconvenience at best. And it’s just my luck that my first blind date—heck, my first date since ‘The Incident’––happens to be with him. I’ve spent years hiding myself from men. From life. Wallowing in guilt and camouflaging my body. I live for one reason. Gigi... moreA grumpy hero, single parent romance. Town playboy. CEO extraordinaire. Monumental prick. And my blind date. Tag Calloway is toxic. If you aren’t in his small inner circle of friends, you’re nothing. An inconvenience at best. And it’s just my luck that my first blind date—heck, my first date since ‘The Incident’––happens to be with him. I’ve spent years hiding myself from men. From life. Wallowing in guilt and camouflaging my body. I live for one reason. Gigi. The broken-condom accident who has become the singular light of my life. Why did I let my friends talk me into this? He’s the last person I should trust with my feelings. My body. My scars. But when our night turns into something I never expected, common sense fails me and I fall hard, knowing this time, it won’t be my body that suffers gruesome damage, it will be my heart. less

He was my high school sweetheart. My dream guy. My soul mate. And as of yesterday. .. my ex-husband. He wanted everything I couldn't give him. A doting wife, a perfect family, a white picket fence, and game nights. It's not that I didn't want to be his wife anymore. I just wanted something more—a career. So when an opportunity came up two years ago, it was easier to make him hate me than have him think he wasn't enough... moreHe was my high school sweetheart. My dream guy. My soul mate. And as of yesterday. .. my ex-husband. He wanted everything I couldn't give him. A doting wife, a perfect family, a white picket fence, and game nights. It's not that I didn't want to be his wife anymore. I just wanted something more—a career. So when an opportunity came up two years ago, it was easier to make him hate me than have him think he wasn't enough. Now, a day after our divorce is final, I find myself thrust back in the town we grew up in, down the street from the house we once owned together. Seeing him again has me second-guessing everything. My priorities. My reason for leaving. My secrets. When we cave, and have one explosive night of ex sex, everything changes. Or nothing has. And I have to decide if history is about to be repeated. less

A forbidden romance. There’s only one thing worse than your fiancé dying . . . It's having to look into his face every single day. Or should I say - the face of his twin. So I left. I never knew promises were made. Then broken. And I surely never expected those promises to be about me. When I return to my hometown and see his face, the heartache I’ve been running from is front and center. But it becomes harder and harder to keep hating the man who looks exactly like the man I loved.