Crowne Brothers
3 primary works • 4 total works
All books can be read as standalones.
Book 1
Byron Crowne is a gentleman on the outside, and a pure savage on the inside.
I'm suing him, and the minute I see him across the negotiating table, I detest him.
And I can't resist him.
He’s awakened desires I didn’t know I had.
When he touches me, I need to fight him . . . and I need him to win.
Our one night stand bruises my skin and leaves dents in the walls, but the sheets aren't the only thing we shred that night.
And suddenly, the stakes are higher than ever.
Olivia Monroe lights a fire in me that died a long time ago.
I’m a different man when I’m with her. I need to own her, take her, mark her as mine.
Everything changes when she might be pregnant and for the first time in my life…I’m powerless against this stubborn, untamable woman.
She’s the one in control and I have an impossible job:
Prove I’m worthy to be a father.
Book 2
Logan Crowne needs one year from Ella.
Twelve months living in his house, holding his hand, wearing his ring on her finger, and in exchange, she’ll get her father’s company in the divorce settlement.
They have one year to convince his skeptical parents that they’re happily in love, and he’s settled enough to run Crowne Industries.
Ella wants the company badly enough to live with a man who will never love her. She’ll sleep in his room and kiss him for show.
Her heart may melt whenever he’s around, and his touch may ignite a fire inside her, but surrender will break her heart.
She’s sure she can last a year without giving him her body.
She’s wrong.
Book 3
Years ago we spent seven minutes in heaven, locked in a closet.
Now Dante Crowne and I are hidden away in his remote cottage. And he wants much more than seven minutes.
He wants everything.
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All I needed was a place to hide from the paparazzi.
My best friend has just the place. No Internet. No phone. A deep bathtub I’m soaking in when HE shows up.
My best friend’s brother--broody, solitary Dante Crowne. Rich as a cardinal sin and handsome enough to piss off the devil. A man with a reputation for unforgettable bedroom games. And after those seven minutes in a closet, I can tell you they’re all true.
His first instinct is to kick me out, but the memory of those seven minutes inspires him to make me an offer.
If I want to stay, I have to work.
If I make a mistake, I’ll be corrected with pink hand prints on my backside.
That’s the deal. I can beg for it or leave it.
I’m not sure which of us is more surprised when I get on my knees. Even more shocking? How much I like his punishment.
But we can’t stay in paradise forever.
Los Angeles awaits.
And when an old nemesis sets his sights on tearing us apart, Dante may be the one left begging.
