Heroic Alpha Series by Alexis Ashlie

Angela: He rescued me like a true military hero he is, and after a makeout session that left me breathless, he asked me out on a date. But I am no model, and he can’t possibly want me. I better focus on school and success, and I better save him from a disappointing date that would lead nowhere. I better. No matter how much I want to say “yes”.Lincoln: If my fifteen-year military career has taught me anything, it is that I’m the last man standing, always, just like I’m always alone... moreAngela: He rescued me like a true military hero he is, and after a makeout session that left me breathless, he asked me out on a date. But I am no model, and he can’t possibly want me. I better focus on school and success, and I better save him from a disappointing date that would lead nowhere. I better. No matter how much I want to say “yes”.Lincoln: If my fifteen-year military career has taught me anything, it is that I’m the last man standing, always, just like I’m always alone. Hunting wolves in my spare time is fine. Being a player is fine. But suddenly needing a woman who makes my nightmares go away? Weakness is not an option. I will not be tamed.A short steamy romance story, Needing Her will leave you breathless as you root for the hot alpha male and a curvy heroine to find their happily ever after. less

DANEAs a cardio-thoracic surgeon, my life is not my own. I spend my days . . . my nights, my weeks . . . haunting the wards, standing between the enemy—Death—and the patients whose lives are in my hands. To scare away my own demons, I run long distance, just me and the open road.That leaves me with no time for romance; I would never ask a woman to put her life on hold for me while I answer emergency call after call, while I battle under the harsh lights of my operating theatre... moreDANEAs a cardio-thoracic surgeon, my life is not my own. I spend my days . . . my nights, my weeks . . . haunting the wards, standing between the enemy—Death—and the patients whose lives are in my hands. To scare away my own demons, I run long distance, just me and the open road.That leaves me with no time for romance; I would never ask a woman to put her life on hold for me while I answer emergency call after call, while I battle under the harsh lights of my operating theatre. I’ve given up hope on love . . . that is, until I meet a lush, luscious brunette who dresses like a pack of Skittles and kisses like an enchantress. . . .CALLIEColors make me happy, so I surround myself with them, drape them around me to bring myself and others joy. I love art and live for it, so why not?I like being active; I dance and do yoga, and these days, running is my thing. Then one cool Saturday morning I cross paths with—well, collide with—this strong, sandy-haired stranger with yum-yum eyes, who leaves me hungering for food . . . and for other ways to fulfil my appetite.The problem is, it’s clear that Dane and my boss, Songé, had something going once. And seeing him and me together does not make her happy . . . This is a stand-alone, steamy, alpha male, curvy woman, insta love story. less

VICTORI don’t even think twice about rescuing a young woman from a vicious attack at the side of the road at night; what else is a man to do?As a Krav Maga trainer, I think she needs a couple of lessons on self-defense, and I can sense a fire in her that tells me she can find her inner strength when she needs to. I never expected to fall for her. But how am I to know if she’s just using me? It’s pretty clear she’s getting over a bad relationship... moreVICTORI don’t even think twice about rescuing a young woman from a vicious attack at the side of the road at night; what else is a man to do?As a Krav Maga trainer, I think she needs a couple of lessons on self-defense, and I can sense a fire in her that tells me she can find her inner strength when she needs to. I never expected to fall for her. But how am I to know if she’s just using me? It’s pretty clear she’s getting over a bad relationship. Am I truly the love of her life, or just her rebound guy?JEWELThey don’t make knights in shining armor anymore, but they do make social justice warriors who drive around in trucks and kick ass. I was grateful to Victor for saving me, and he was right: I shouldn’t be wandering around late and alone, riding my tricked-out motorcycle on empty country roads.But a relationship gone sour—very sour—was weighing on my heart and soul. How else could I exorcise that memory?We women say that the only way to get over a man is to get under one, and with Victor being as fine as he is, he might just be the guy to chase my blues away.Until he starts looking a lot less like Mr. Rebound and a lot more like Mr. Right. . . . less

ANDRESI’ve been a medic in the armed forces since I was nineteen, and served several years overseas amidst the ugliness and heat of war. I’ve seen horrors I can’t bring myself to describe, and although I’ve saved many lives, I’ve experienced the frustration and pain of feeling souls slip away under my fingers too many times to count.Now that I’m back in the States, serving as a paramedic for a private company, I still see my share of disasters, but here, there are more wins than losses... moreANDRESI’ve been a medic in the armed forces since I was nineteen, and served several years overseas amidst the ugliness and heat of war. I’ve seen horrors I can’t bring myself to describe, and although I’ve saved many lives, I’ve experienced the frustration and pain of feeling souls slip away under my fingers too many times to count.Now that I’m back in the States, serving as a paramedic for a private company, I still see my share of disasters, but here, there are more wins than losses. Here, I have the satisfaction of sending the patients I’ve saved back home to their families.The morning I meet Libby begins with a bizarre 9-1-1 call and a daring rescue in the park . . . and then, hours later, we meet again, and this time, Libby is my patient, and her life is literally in my hands.They say when you save someone’s life you become responsible for them. Was that why I couldn’t stop thinking about Libby? Because even after she’s out of danger, I give in to the desire to see her, again and again. The question is, is she with me because she wants to be, or because she’s grateful to me for giving her back her life? Or is there something else driving her hunger?LIBBYThey told me I’d died. Flatlined . . . coded . . . like something out of every scene from every hospital drama you ever saw. I remember little, except darkness . . . a winding river . . . and a pair of strong hands upon me, clinging to my soul, refusing to let me slip away.It was just the awful icing on top of a ghastly birthday cake, because instead of happy wishes and balloons, I’d endured a series of minor catastrophes leading up to a major one, which would have cost me my life if it weren’t for Andres, the gorgeous paramedic with warm golden hands and cool blue eyes. I owe him for the breath in my lungs, and for every morning I will ever wake up again.The problem is, I’ve turned 29 and my life is a sorry mess. Few friends, dead-end job, no boyfriend . . . not even a little fun, recreational sex to jump-start my life. Because there just aren’t that many eligible men around . . . unless you count Andres. But can I seduce him, have a little fun, and then get out of the entanglement with my heart intact?This is a stand-alone alpha male, curvy woman steamy romance. It includes a link to a free book inside. less