Redwood Falls Series by Lynda Chance

Josh Turner wants Hannah more than life itself. She's perfect and new . . . but she's a McIntyre. She's from the richest family in the county, and he's a Turner, from the wrong side of the proverbial tracks. And to make matters worse, there's no love lost between their families.New Adult 92K words / suitable for 18+ AN ALPHA-MALE IN THE MAKING

Zach & Katie's Story A Victim of Circumstance Katie Turner has no reason to trust men, especially not a merciless multi-millionaire like Zachary McIntyre who controls and manipulates situations with his vast wealth. But to her dismay, Zach feels her family has wronged him, and Katie is horrified when she suddenly becomes the pawn he's determined to capture. A Man on a Mission Zach McIntyre wants Katie Turner for one reason. Restitution... moreZach & Katie's Story A Victim of Circumstance Katie Turner has no reason to trust men, especially not a merciless multi-millionaire like Zachary McIntyre who controls and manipulates situations with his vast wealth. But to her dismay, Zach feels her family has wronged him, and Katie is horrified when she suddenly becomes the pawn he's determined to capture. A Man on a Mission Zach McIntyre wants Katie Turner for one reason. Restitution. He has a score to settle with the Turner family, and only one thing will make them even: Katie Turner, in his bed and at his mercy. He won't be satisfied until he's attained his goal, and he knows exactly the way he wants her. Under contract, under covers . . . Under his Control less

When Janet Smith arrives at the Bar M Ranch, she’s desperate for a job, but not so desperate that she doesn’t recognize the potentially explosive situation she’s putting herself in. The tall, brooding owner watches her with a dangerous sizzle that’s almost tangible. His searing looks fill her with confusion—and a paralyzing need unlike anything she’s ever experienced... moreWhen Janet Smith arrives at the Bar M Ranch, she’s desperate for a job, but not so desperate that she doesn’t recognize the potentially explosive situation she’s putting herself in. The tall, brooding owner watches her with a dangerous sizzle that’s almost tangible. His searing looks fill her with confusion—and a paralyzing need unlike anything she’s ever experienced. It takes Jeff McIntyre less than twenty-four hours to realize the housekeeper he’s hired has little to no domestic capabilities. But she does have something he wants, and it doesn’t have anything to do with hot meals or laundered clothing. Being exposed to her daily has him on a tight leash that’s fueling his resentment. There’s no question in his mind—he’s going to snap within days, if not hours. Excerpt: Jeff studied the girl in front of him, realizing several things in that instant. Although she hadn’t technically lied to him about where she’d been, she certainly hadn’t been one hundred percent open either, and that made it little more than a lie in his book. And the fact that she was hiding something from him was fueling a surge of testosterone in his bloodstream that was manifesting itself in aggression—sexual aggression—he could feel it. He was already fighting his arousal to such a degree that it astounded him. What was it about this little chick that made him want to invade her personal space, grab her around the waist and throw her over his shoulder before taking her to his room and locking her inside? Really, what the hell was it about her? Whatever it was, his swollen and engorged hard-on was not going to control his actions. Yeah, he’d have her in bed soon, but for now, he wanted to know exactly where the hell she’d been that day. Why he felt the need to know her exact whereabouts, he refused to analyze. He just wanted to know and by damned, she was going to tell him the complete truth this time. Without wasting another second, he pushed off the door and took two steps toward her, intent on seeking answers. Her reaction to his sudden movement made his feet stall. It wasn’t the fact that her face blanched white; it wasn’t the fact that she took a single step backwards with obvious nerves that stopped him in his tracks. It was the sound of the breath catching in her throat and then escalating into small, panting puffs of air that lifted her chest—and her breasts—up and down. It was the way her cheeks went from white to flushed pink; it was the way her lips parted as she held her breath for a moment before taking rapid inhalations again—and again, as if she couldn’t get enough air. Well, holy hell. Any sanity where she was concerned was hijacked as he realized she was just as hot for him as he was for her. His motive, his intention to interrogate her dissolved in a split second as an all-encompassing need to lay his hands on her invaded his bloodstream. How the hell many days had he kept himself in check? Too many to count. He was done being noble, he needed to taste her, now. As if receiving permission from his brain, his body went into full throttle. Reaching out with one hand, he made a grab for her. She sucked in a breath as his fingers wrapped around the slender bones of her wrist. Unable to control his need, he jerked her toward him, her torso slamming against his, producing a pagan satisfaction deep in his core. With her breasts pressed against him, he swung her around until her back was against the wall. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her into him, not really caring that he was now supporting much of her weight as he pulled her to her tiptoes. less

New Adult 69K words Ethan Jackson has had a thing for Ava Anderson longer than he cares to remember. But her brother is one of his best friends and there are rules and crap about stuff like that. But she's always there, right in front of his eyes and the wanting is only getting worse as the days go by. What, exactly, is a guy supposed to do? Excerpt: Ava quickly walked through the house and barricaded herself in the bathroom... moreNew Adult 69K words Ethan Jackson has had a thing for Ava Anderson longer than he cares to remember. But her brother is one of his best friends and there are rules and crap about stuff like that. But she's always there, right in front of his eyes and the wanting is only getting worse as the days go by. What, exactly, is a guy supposed to do? Excerpt: Ava quickly walked through the house and barricaded herself in the bathroom. Hearing the door slam shut, Ethan felt his temper rise as he followed her into the hallway and leaned against the wall, waiting for her to come out. The longer she ignored him, the more his fury grew. She finally came out of the bathroom, still ignoring him completely. He was hot on her heels as she went inside her bedroom. He gave her no choice, he followed her inside and shut the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed. She watched him with both anger and what looked like a tiny hint of trepidation. Shit if that didn't soothe him somewhat. But then she opened her mouth and his ire came roaring back to life. "Get out," she ordered flatly. He shook his head, it was all he could manage without snapping at her. Her shoulders stiffened. "Ethan. Get the hell out of my room." Other than fisting his hands, he remained perfectly still. He felt a burning itch to move across the room to impose on her personal space, but he knew that idea would be utter insanity. He soothed himself with a biting question. "What the hell was in your head when you decided to go there tonight?" Her eyes sharpened as her mouth flattened into a grim line. "Nothing. None of your business. Get out." He sucked in oxygen through his teeth as he tried to calm down. "Ava. Listen to me. Ty was past irresponsible when he took y'all there—“ She cut him off with unbridled anger. "Bullshit. It was only a party." Well hell, she wanted to cuss at him? "Bullshit? Bullshit?" he bit out. She glared at him from across the room and he felt his temperature kick up another notch as he slammed her with his opinion. "You didn't need to be there tonight. You took advantage of the fact that your parents are out of town—“ She interrupted him, the pretty lines of her face drawn into a scowl. "This doesn't concern you at all. Who the hell do you think you are to lecture me?" Her anger only pissed him off further. "Ava—" he growled. "You're nobody, that's who you are. Nobody who will ever have any say-so over me." "Nobody?" She stared at him in belligerent silence, her nostrils flaring. He pushed off the door with a booted foot and took a single step forward, mounting rage mixing with never ending hunger making a volatile shitstorm of emotion damn near overflow. He contained it to one cutting comment. "Your brother is worthless when it comes to protecting you--" She cut him off. "I don't need his stupid protection and I damn sure don’t need your protection and I repeat—it’s not your business." Although her anger was palpable, Ethan's gaze was drawn to her chest, which was rising and falling in agitation. Forcing himself to get a grip, he looked into eyes that were shooting daggers at him. "I've known you since you were a little kid and if Ty won't take care of this bullshit, then you can bet your ass I will." She clenched her teeth, looking as if she wanted to punch him. "I don't need another brother. You're not my damn brother, Ethan." He tried to rein it in but her answer set him off. He felt a jolt of adrenaline and lowered his tone to a firmly modulated threat. "Oh, you got that goddamn straight. I'm not your brother. less