San Diego Social Scene

Ava Ericson thought she had her life planned out: graduate with her PhD, marry Brad Miller when he finished law school, have 2.5 babies...and mediocre sex for the rest of her days. But when Brad dumps her upon learning he's passed the bar, citing new "opportunities" available, she has to rethink her future. Believing her lack of experience was the reason Brad broke up with her, she launches Operation Sex Kitten (OSK), a plan to become a vixen in bed and get Brad back. Things might go astray when she meets the notorious attorney Travis Sterling....

I'm a decorated Marine general who doesn't have time for relationships. I've tried - they just don't work out - and I've never lost sleep over it. Then I meet her. Brenna is easily the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. The first time she blushes under my stare, it's game over. She's going to need to learn that I'm in charge and trust that I always mean what I say, because I'm not letting her go.

I'm a career woman. I wear success like a second skin, and I'm rarely satisfied with anything less than the best. This includes my love life. If you want to date me, you better bring your A game because I don't play with the B team. The only type of commitment I'm interested in is the one I have with my career. There is no man strong enough to tame me. Bold enough to rattle me. Or confident enough to win my heart. But then again, I have never met a man like Luke Rivas.

I was pretty happy living the carefree life of a successful bachelor. Money to spend, a revolving door of women, no commitment, no relationship troubles - it was perfect. At least, that's what I thought until I held my friends' newborn baby in my arms, and she smiled at me. That was the moment I realized what life was all about. That was also the moment it occurred to me I needed a baby mama - stat. So...the hunt is on for the perfect candidate. But first, I might have to have one last fling - you know, go out with a bang. Literally.

Ben McCallister wasn't like any man attorney Harper Finch had ever dated. For one, his hands were rough and calloused from working all day at his mechanic shops; two, his muscled arms, back, and chest were covered in tattoos; and three, he rode a Harley. The men Harper dated were the ones her daddy would approve of: white-collar, with hands as soft as hers, and the most ink any of them had ever had was a fraternity seal that stayed hidden under short sleeves.

Ben McCallister wasn’t like any man attorney Harper Finch had ever dated. For one, his hands were rough and calloused from working all day at his mechanic shops; two, his muscled arms, back, and chest were covered in tattoos; and three, he rode a Harley. But there was something about this bearded man…how gentle and caring he was with her — outside the bedroom, that is. But his manners in the bedroom? Let’s just say he didn’t have any — which suited Harper just fine. He was a dream come true. If only she were allowed to dream anymore…

When I woke up Christmas morning, I didn't know if I'd been on Santa's nice list this year—or his naughty one. Thinking back to the prior evening's events, I decided it was definitely the naughty one. There had to be a mistake—I was always on the nice list. But the gorgeous, naked man snuggled next to me seemed to suggest I had a lump of...something waiting for me. Maybe the nice list was overrated. Or maybe naughty girls really did end up with coal in their stockings.

Three things you should not do when you're a rookie, and the only female on the SDPD SWAT Team . . . 1) Take your hazing personally, 2) Let them see you sweat, and 3) Fall for your captain. Especially when your captain is the biggest playboy on the entire police force. I've managed to follow rules one and two with no problem . . . but the third one I’m having a little more trouble with. All I can think about is how I'd like to give him my V-card, giftwrapped with a big red bow on it which is such a bad idea because out of Rules One, Two, and Three.