My life is in a tail-spin and I’m about ready to crash. I’ve cut Matt Connover out of my life… well, at least out of my bedroom… but I still have to deal with him at work. I have Lorraine intent on raining hell and destruction down upon me, which at least provides a nice diversion from my miserable feelings over Matt. About the only good thing that has happened to me lately? Cal Carson asked me out… and I accepted. Matt’s not going to like that. Not one little bit. But that’s not my problem now, is it?

I’ve seen a new side to Matt Connover. He’s proven to me that there is something inside him other than icy control and masculine force. I’ve seen care… tenderness… even protectiveness. I’ve seen vulnerability. But Matt Connover’s issues run deep. I know Cal hurt him deeply, and he keeps himself protected because of that. I also sense there is something more to his pain that even I cannot comprehend. Matt is struggling between what he knows and what he wants. I’m struggling with boundaries and how to protect my own fragile heart. This time I’m drawing a line in the sand and Matt can either step over to join me, or these Legal Affairs are finished forever.

Matt Connover is like a new person. Caring, romantic and thoughtful. No worries though… he’s still sexy as hell. He has changed in every way that I have ever dreamed of, and he did it because he wants me. It’s like a fairy tale of sorts. Except… like with every fairy tale, there is a villain. One who threatens to disrupt the harmony we have created together. Is what we have strong enough to survive? I truly believe that perhaps I can find love within these Legal Affairs. I’m just not sure Matt believes it.

Things are off, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. Some things, however, are the same. For example, the sex with Matt is just as nuclear and consistent as it always has been. Still… I feel like I’m holding onto Matt with my fingertips, like he’s on the verge of slipping away and I don’t know what to do. When I started these Legal Affairs, I had no way of knowing the depth of feeling that would become involved. I had no way of knowing this man could shatter my existence. I don’t want to be hurt, so I’m grasping hard and I can only hope that he wants me enough to hang on just as tight.

My name is Matt Connover. I am a Litigation God. Other lawyers quake before me. Women crawl on their knees just to spend the night in my bed and when I’m finished with them, I walk away without a backward glance. I am well satisfied with my life and there isn’t a damn thing I’d change about it. That is, until McKayla Dawson came along. She was meant to be for one night only. But she got under my skin, and now I want her back underneath my body. It’s torture working with her in my law firm… day in and day out. But I have to think maybe the Fates have intervened to throw us together because she is unlike anyone I’ve ever known, and thus I need to pay careful attention to these Legal Affairs.

I can't stop thinking about that prick. Caulter Sterling is a prick. A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick. The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity. I hate him. He's slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy. Except for me. I'm the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl. And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever. I lost my V-card to the devil himself. It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit it. Except I just found out that my father - the Senator, the Presidential hopeful - is marrying Caulter's mother. Oh, and this summer? We're hitting the campaign trail. One big happy family. I'm totally f**ked.

I call him “Tool” because he’s a dick. Gaige O’Neal is nicknamed “Tool” because of what he’s packing. Rumor is, he’s well equipped. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had the pleasure. He’s a cocky, entitled, insufferable a**hole who’s as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races. He’s also my stepbrother. Lucky me. It’s been four years since I’ve seen him. Four years since he’s made me so frustrated I could scream. Four years since he’s given me that look, the one that makes me instantly wet. So it’s just f**ing fitting that the first time I see him in four years, he’s buried beneath three scantily clad blondes. Now I’m stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasn’t affected the use of his tool. The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just can’t help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he's working with.

Hendrix "Cannon" Cole is a major D*ck. That\'s D*ck with a capital D. He\'s nicknamed "Cannon" because of the weapon between his legs. He\'s damaged, dirty, and demanding. A sexy-as-f*ck ex-Marine. My stepbrother. I used to hate him. Then I loved him. Then I hated him again. Our history is complicated. But my family thinks he\'s the perfect solution to my problem. A scandal has thrown me into the limelight, and I\'ll be screwed if I don\'t stay on the straight and narrow. Now, Hendrix\'s new job is making sure I behave. What I didn\'t count on was being stuck spending every waking moment with him. The heat between us is explosive. But if he fires that cannon, we\'ll both get burned. **This is a standalone novel with a HEA**

What a scoundrel wants, a scoundrel gets. . . A decade ago, the Marquess of Bourne was cast from society with nothing but his title. Now a partner in London's most exclusive gaming hell, the cold, ruthless Bourne will do whatever it takes to regain his inheritance—including marrying perfect, proper Lady Penelope Marbury.A broken engagement and years of disappointing courtships have left Penelope with little interest in a quiet, comfortable marriage, and a longing for something more. How lucky that her new husband has access to an unexplored world of pleasures.Bourne may be a prince of London's illicit underworld, but he vows to keep Penelope untouched by its wickedness—a challenge indeed as the lady discovers her own desires, and her willingness to wager anything for them . . . .even her heart.

A woman vanishes in the fog up on tranquil Hill. Police are not alarmed. When young girl, old man, and even a dog disappear, something untoward is happening in this quiet cathedral town. Chief Inspector Siimon Serailler is assigned with policewoman Freya Graffham - new to the job, compassionate, inquisitive, dedicated, and needs to know - perhaps, too much.

A boy disappears waiting for a lift to school. A child miles away in the North of England, is abducted while walking to swimming baths near home. A girl and her harassed single mother become close to their next door neighbor Ed. Simon Serailler has very distressing cases, while still raw after a close shocking bereavement.

Child abduction, crazy grief of a widowed husband, a derangement that turns to obsession and threats, violence and terror add up in newest cases for handsome, introverted Simon Serrailler. His cool reserve has broken the hearts of several women. Now his own heart troubled by a feisty female priest with red hair.

Gunmen terrorize women in the Cathedral town of Lafferton. What — if anything — links apparently random murders? Is rifle marksman same person as killer with handgun? Simon Serrailler uses well-tried police methods - questions neighbors, searches house-to-house. His sister Cat is back with family from Australia but tragedy strikes her warm farmhouse.

Susan Hill's most exciting crime novel yet, another gripping and psychologically acute story set in the darker side of a Cathedral town. Now available in trade paperback from Vintage Canada.Simon Serrailler is on a sabbatical when he is recalled to Lafferton to investigate the murders of two local prostitutes. By the time he returns, another girl has disappeared. Is this a vendetta against prostitutes by someone with a warped mind? Or a series of killings by an angry customer? But then one of the Cathedral wives goes missing, followed by another young married woman, on her way to work. Serrailler follows lead after lead, all of which become dead ends. It is only through a piece of luck, a chance meeting and a life put in grave danger that he finally gets a result...Susan Hill has a genius for evoking atmosphere and suspense, and her characters are so real that the reader is caught up not only in the mystery but in the drama of their lives. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Freak weather and flash floods all over southern England. Half of Lafferton is afloat. A landslip on the Moor has closed the bypass and, as the rain slowly drains away, a shallow grave - and a skeleton - are exposed. The remains are identified as those of missing teenager, Harriet Lowther, last seen 16 years ago.