Conception Ridge

My one night stand? He’s sitting behind the headmaster’s desk. We met at a truck stop. The chemistry was immediate, and we both do something out of character: one night, no explanations. The next day, I arrive at my new private school. Now I’m the off-limits forbidden temptation Sebastian Craig can’t forget, and we both try our best to behave. It works for a few weeks… until our secret cravings come tumbling out in the library after hours. How will we keep our private connection hidden until the end of the term?

I have seventeen dollars to my name and a one-way bus ticket to my new college town—two months early. Oh, and the name of a man I’ve never met scrawled on a piece of paper. Henry Wilde, my mom's long-ago high school boyfriend. But when I show up on his doorstep, he has no idea that my mom said I could stay with him. And he only has one bed.

Ford Gamble is my dad’s best friend. He’s also the reclusive keeper of the Conception Ridge lighthouse. But I remember a time when he was around more—the perfect hotter-than-sin fodder for all my fantasies. Now there’s just enough silver in his shock of sexy hair and thick beard that he looks a little bit like a hot forty-something Santa, with six-pack abs. And that’s what has me heading to the lighthouse on a dark, stormy Christmas Eve when the retirement home where I work needs a fill-in Mr. Claus for their annual celebration.

I'm the maid of honor. He's the father of the bride. Thanks to a snowstorm on the East Coast, I'm the only member of my best friend's wedding party to actually arrive in Vegas as planned. But she has a plan...her father will pick me up at the airport, and we'll take care of any last-minute wedding details together. Not in the plan is the unexpected sizzling chemistry with an older, off-limits man and being talked into sharing his suite.

My plans for a solitary weekend of hiking and hot tubbing at my family’s cabin in the mountains take a turn when I arrive at dusk, only to discover it’s been rented out. And the unexpected guests aren’t exactly strangers to me. They’re construction workers who renovated my college dorm. Who growled at any boy who dared to look in my direction while I was trying to study.