Men at Work Books 5-8

Her Dirty Bartenders
The Tableau Club’s famous bartending trio is slick, steamy, and can deliver the sort of cock… tail most women only dream of.
They’ll give it to you… shaken or stirred.
Fill you up with… a double.
And always with plenty of… rocks.
When I went to work for these mixology superstars, I was only there for some quick cash.
Get in, make bank, pay my debts, and get out.
I just never thought my job there would be so… sticky.
And that leaving could be so… hard… to swallow.

Her Dirty Ranchers
The handsome new owners of Flood Creek Ranch? They’re nice enough to let me stay. But they made it clear my ride won’t be free.
One is my brother’s best friend.
Another, my ex-high school sweetheart.
And the last but certainly not least, is my father’s biggest enemy.
All three promise to show me… the ropes.
While taking me out me for one wild… ride.
And teaching me a thing or two about getting up when the cock… crows.

I grew up at Flood Creek, but left the dusty godforsaken place first chance I got.
And now that the big city has gotten the better of me, I’m running back with my tail between my legs.
Yup, I got chewed up and spit out.
And now I'm back.
They say you can't go home again.
I think they were right.

Her Dirty Mafia
One is quiet. Observant. His gaze burns my soul. His touch sears everything else.
The other is explosive and volatile.
So, I stayed out of his way.
Until I couldn’t.
The last seemed so normal.
But he had a sinful, filthy mind. Especially when he thought of me.
The Vegas mafia’s hottest men. Dangerous and demanding.
They dragged me right into their world and into their bedrooms.
I wasn’t looking for the them. They found me.

I was new to town. Just needed a job.
And now, my life’s in danger.
I could run.
But I don’t want to.
Not that I could, anyway.
They’d never let me.

Her Dirty Mountain Men
Three wild mountain men are my new neighbors. They’re welcoming me to town and into their bedrooms.
The mountain men of Deep Water are rugged, dirty, and wild.
I love how they work with… wood.
The fires they build are big… and hot.
They’re always ready to… shoot.
And they work so very… hard.

When Uncle Bo left me his rickety cabin in the woods, I figured I’d clean it out and sell the dump.
But I had no idea what I was getting into.
Lucky for me, some new friends on Deep Water Mountain were willing and able to help…
With my rehab project and by keeping me warm on chilly mountain nights.