Westcott Family Series by S.L. Scott

We aren’t temporary, baby.New York Times bestselling author, S.L. Scott, pens an emotional and raw, opposites attract, second chance, billionaire romance. Readers have dubbed Swear on My Life “Uniquely Unputdownable!”Warm brown eyes that melted my unsuspecting heart.A smile that knocked me off my feet.His touch—raw electricity.I never saw Harbor Westcott coming.I was a small-town girl with big city dreams and more ambition than money to my name... moreWe aren’t temporary, baby.New York Times bestselling author, S.L. Scott, pens an emotional and raw, opposites attract, second chance, billionaire romance. Readers have dubbed Swear on My Life “Uniquely Unputdownable!”Warm brown eyes that melted my unsuspecting heart.A smile that knocked me off my feet.His touch—raw electricity.I never saw Harbor Westcott coming.I was a small-town girl with big city dreams and more ambition than money to my name. He had everything—money, privilege, and the world at his feet.Opposites in every way, but that didn’t matter. We were lightning in a bottle, and everything felt possible when we were together. Life was perfect.Or so I thought . . .Years later, I’m no more prepared for him than I was the first time. He swears on his life that we are meant to be forever, but I know I can’t survive this man twice. less

- Loch -I wish I could say it was love at first sight. But I can’t. Snarky.Impatient.Demanding. Everything about the woman standing next to me was complicated, from her designer clothes to her coffee order. I don’t do complicated unless it comes with a good time. And then it’s only for a night or two, max.I was more than happy to leave the coffee shop, and her, behind, but neither of us saw what was coming . . . - Tuesday -I wish I could say I remember him. But I can’t.Patient.Generous.Handsome... more- Loch -I wish I could say it was love at first sight. But I can’t. Snarky.Impatient.Demanding. Everything about the woman standing next to me was complicated, from her designer clothes to her coffee order. I don’t do complicated unless it comes with a good time. And then it’s only for a night or two, max.I was more than happy to leave the coffee shop, and her, behind, but neither of us saw what was coming . . . - Tuesday -I wish I could say I remember him. But I can’t.Patient.Generous.Handsome. The same stranger who saved me steps in again when I have nowhere to go and no memory of who I am. He’s broody and rigid, but I see a different side of this gorgeous man and start to realize I’m not the only one who needs saving.Falling for him wasn’t in my plans, but as I search for answers to my past, I realize that I don’t worry about getting my memory back. My fear is losing my life twice. less

Noah Westcott should come with a warning: Too Hot to Handle! The man is stunningly handsome with his embracing brown eyes and lips that make me want to kiss that smirk right off his face. How could I resist? Spoiler: I didn’t. That was my first mistake. I blame him for the second. It should have been easy and fun. No strings attached. No feelings. As if he commanded it like he did me in the bedroom, I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t. I fell for him... moreNoah Westcott should come with a warning: Too Hot to Handle! The man is stunningly handsome with his embracing brown eyes and lips that make me want to kiss that smirk right off his face. How could I resist? Spoiler: I didn’t. That was my first mistake. I blame him for the second. It should have been easy and fun. No strings attached. No feelings. As if he commanded it like he did me in the bedroom, I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t. I fell for him. Two years later, the same man walks into my life. Again. A lot has changed. Not his devastating good looks, or that smug grin, but for me everything. Now that Noah’s back—in my office and hanging around after hours—I can’t get distracted. I must protect my secret—the one who calls me Mommy. less

Cash Ryatt is a distraction.It’s no secret the bad boy racecar driver has built a reputation from two things. Winning and fu—front-page headlines. I’ve read he’s the best at both, but I have no intention of finding out firsthand.I have my own plans, and they don’t include making the gossip rags as his next grid girl one-night stand. My three older brothers, his bosses, would never stand for it anyway... moreCash Ryatt is a distraction.It’s no secret the bad boy racecar driver has built a reputation from two things. Winning and fu—front-page headlines. I’ve read he’s the best at both, but I have no intention of finding out firsthand.I have my own plans, and they don’t include making the gossip rags as his next grid girl one-night stand. My three older brothers, his bosses, would never stand for it anyway.So, how did I find myself daydreaming about the one man I’ve been forbidden from dating?His mere proximity causes my heart to beat wildly in my chest.My knees go weak when his eyes find mine across the track.But it’s the way he kisses me as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist that has me falling into his playboy trap.I finally surrender to temptation, but only for one night, and for the record, there was no standing involved except against a door that got in our way.But no deed goes unpunished. No matter how good we are together. He’s given an ultimatum. Will he take his last chance to win the world championship or follow his heart back to me?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Complete Standalone.This fourth siblings story from The Westcott Family and only sister: Marina Westcott's book is called When I Had You.If you are looking for binge-worthy books (all complete standalones), make sure to check out her brothers' books:Swear on My Life - Now Available on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, and in AudioNever Saw You Coming - Now Available on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, and in AudioNoah Westcott - Now Available on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, and in Audio less

She can't remember. He can't forget.An Enemies to Lovers, Rock Star, Second Chance, Standalone Romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, S.L. Scott.Flat on my back is not how I imagined meeting my new boss and hot-as-sin rock star. But here I am . . .If I didn’t already have amnesia, I’d be wishing for it now.In my defense, Laird Faris was only wearing a shameless smirk and a towel wrapped around his chiseled abs when we met.Brooding.Devastatingly handsome... moreShe can't remember. He can't forget.An Enemies to Lovers, Rock Star, Second Chance, Standalone Romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, S.L. Scott.Flat on my back is not how I imagined meeting my new boss and hot-as-sin rock star. But here I am . . .If I didn’t already have amnesia, I’d be wishing for it now.In my defense, Laird Faris was only wearing a shameless smirk and a towel wrapped around his chiseled abs when we met.Brooding.Devastatingly handsome.Utterly intolerable.Naturally, I’m instantly attracted to him. It’s not only his broad shoulders and gorgeous face that wreck my equilibrium, but also a distinct tattoo on his chest that matches one on my hip.Our chemistry is off the charts.Searing kisses make his grumpiness bearable.Every touch we share is full of fire and flashes of memories, making me wonder if our connection isn’t destiny after all.But do the secrets he hides behind his icy blue eyes have something to do with the weekend I can’t remember and the past he can’t forget? less

It was always you, babe.A Slow Burn, Surprise Pregnancy, Second Chance, Rock Star, Standalone Romance from S.L. Scott, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author.The hottest rock star in the world walking into my work wasn’t on my bingo card. Speak of the devil . . .My soon-to-be ex-husband.Shane Faris is taller than I remember. Scruffier. More attractive than ever and sporting a sinful smirk that tells me he hears “Yes” too much. Figures... moreIt was always you, babe.A Slow Burn, Surprise Pregnancy, Second Chance, Rock Star, Standalone Romance from S.L. Scott, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author.The hottest rock star in the world walking into my work wasn’t on my bingo card. Speak of the devil . . .My soon-to-be ex-husband.Shane Faris is taller than I remember. Scruffier. More attractive than ever and sporting a sinful smirk that tells me he hears “Yes” too much. Figures.He offers me the divorce I want, but on one condition . . .Two nights together, for old times' sake.He’s partied his way through time zones, collecting ink on his skin to commemorate events I wasn’t a part of. While I struggled to earn my degrees, Shane chased fame and made memories without me.It’s time to move on.So why does his presence cause my heart to kick up a beat and my cheeks to blush when he sends me a wink? I can’t resist him. And he is my husband, after all, if only for a few more days.When one night becomes two lines on a pregnancy test, we must decide whether this is a second chance worth taking together. less

It was always you, babe. A Slow Burn, Surprise Pregnancy, Second Chance, Rock Star, Standalone Romance from S.L. Scott, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. The hottest rock star in the world walking into my work wasn’t on my bingo card. Speak of the devil . . . My soon-to-be ex-husband. Shane Faris is taller than I remember. Scruffier. More attractive than ever and sporting a sinful smirk that tells me he hears “Yes” too much. Figures... moreIt was always you, babe. A Slow Burn, Surprise Pregnancy, Second Chance, Rock Star, Standalone Romance from S.L. Scott, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. The hottest rock star in the world walking into my work wasn’t on my bingo card. Speak of the devil . . . My soon-to-be ex-husband. Shane Faris is taller than I remember. Scruffier. More attractive than ever and sporting a sinful smirk that tells me he hears “Yes” too much. Figures. He offers me the divorce I want, but on one condition . . . Two nights together, for old times' sake. He’s partied his way through time zones, collecting ink on his skin to commemorate events I wasn’t a part of. While I struggled to earn my degrees, Shane chased fame and made memories without me. It’s time to move on. So why does his presence cause my heart to kick up a beat and my cheeks to blush when he sends me a wink? I can’t resist him. And he is my husband, after all, if only for a few more days. When one night becomes two lines on a pregnancy test, we must decide whether this is a second chance worth taking together. less