Bücher von Kate Canterbary

His best friend's little sister is not an option.No one ever accused Beckett Loew of being the nice Loew brother, especially not Sunny Du Jardin.Stuck back home in the quirky town of Friendship, Rhode Island, Beckett is scrambling to save his family's oyster bar and take care of his teenage brother. He doesn't have time to deal with the beautiful, sunshine-y owner of the new vegan cafe next door too. His best friend's little sister may be all grown up, but Sunny's still a distracting pain in his side. No one expects much from Sunny Du Jardin, especially not Beckett Loew. She's not worried about her older brother's tall, dark, and broody best friend or the battles he insists on waging with her every day. She's not the same kid he teased years ago. Now, she composts his type for breakfast. They're all wrong for each other. Bitter rivals. Complete opposites. Off limits. Except they can't keep their hands off each other. They tell themselves it's nothing more than a steamy summer fling until secrets spill and real trouble comes their way.CW: chronic illness (epilepsy), mention of childhood bullying, putting the fun in dysfunctional families, parents who turn into accidental criminals, incarceration, open door spice, suspense and moments of peril.

Cher Jackson, Je vous laisse cette note parce que je sais que le shérif de la ville est très occupé et je ne veux pas vous faire perdre votre temps. Dieu sait que j'ai déjà bien abusé de celui-ci.Merci de m'avoir ramenée hier soir et… pour tout le reste. Je vous ai fait un panier de muffins aux myrtilles sauvages pour la gêne occasionnée. Cuisiner semblait approprié après m'être retrouvée nue dans votre salon.Je n'étais pas moi-même hier soir. Je ne voulais pas vous embrasser ou caresser vos fesses ou vous poser toutes ces questions intimes. Merci d'avoir fait semblant d'aimer ça.C'était très noble de votre part de dormir sur le canapé pendant que je faisais l'étoile de mer dans votre lit. Je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de remarquer à quel point il était immense. Je parle du lit. Je le jure, je n'ai rien remarqué d'autre quand je suis partie le lendemain matin.Comme vous le savez, Talbott's Cove est une ville ridiculement petite et nous ne pourrons pas nous éviter. Non pas que j'en aie envie, bien sûr, mais je ne suis pas sûre de pouvoir vous regarder sans penser aux quarante différentes façons dont je me suis ridiculisée.Au lieu de nous éviter, essayons d'être amis. Nous oublierons la nuit dernière… si c'est ce que vous souhaitez.Merci de brûler cette note après l'avoir lue. Annette P.S : J'ai également préparé en vitesse des brioches à la cannelle. S'il vous plaît, savourez-les. Je ne suis pas sûre de savoir pourquoi, mais les brioches n'ont pas quitté mes pensées aujourd'hui.

Mr. Santillian,Trotz der Tatsache, dass ich zurzeit in deinem Gästezimmer wohne und die meisten Nächte mit dir schlafe, kündige ich hiermit schriftlich mit einer Frist von zwei Wochen.In anderen Worten, ich finde jemand, der obszön überqualifiziert und willens ist, seine Zeit den wenigen Aufgaben zu widmen, die du dir aus deinem perfektionistischen, detailbesessenen Kontrollbereich entreißen lässt. Es wird vielleicht schwer, so kurzfristig einen Nobelpreisgewinner zu finden, der einfache Sekretariatsarbeiten verrichtet, aber ich werde mein Bestes versuchen.Mache dir keine Gedanken wegen der Hochzeit deiner Schwester dieses Wochenende. Ich habe immer noch vor, als deine Begleitung daran teilzunehmen, falls du bis dahin aufgehört hast, mich zu hassen.Vielen Dank im Voraus für dein Verständnis.ZeldaMiss Besh,Kündigung nicht angenommen.Wir sehen uns zu Hause.Ash.USA Today Bestseller Kate Canterbary writes smart, steamy contemporary romances loaded with heat, heart, and happy ever afters. Kate lives on the New England coast with her husband and daughter.

This three-book collection from the hot and heartwarming Walsh series introduces sisters Shannon and Erin, and revisits Sam and Tiel. This collection includes full-length standalone novels The Cornerstone, Restored, and The Spire, plus exclusive deleted scenes and bonus epilogues!The CornerstoneA tough-as-nails businesswoman. An arrogant Navy SEAL. A power struggle with no end in sight. She's driven and demanding…I wasn't always this way. There's a dirty little trick to succeeding in business: the sweet and innocent rarely survive. I fought my way up from nothing and I don't bend for anyone. Until Will Halsted makes me his…for now.One wild night turns into another, and then...we can't stop. Each time we're together is more addictive than the last, but it's nothing more than an escape from reality. He's never walked away from a challenge…I wasn't always a warrior but now it's in my bones and blood. That's what years spent in the Special Forces does to a man. My entire life is classified: where I've been, what I've seen, what I've done, and there's no mission too dangerous.Until I realize that falling for Shannon Walsh is like trying to swim against a riptide. She's going to tear me up and toss me to the shore, and I'll love every minute of it. Every time I'm down range, I want her counting the hours until I'm back. Waiting for me. She's done it before; she'll do it again. RestoredCan a reformed player ever truly play by someone else's rules? Will tying the knot tie down a free spirit They're building a future, but can they ever fully demolish the past? Can a reformed player ever truly play by someone else's rules?Sam Walsh has finally put an end to decades of self-destruction, turned over a healthy new leaf, and now he's ready to call himself a married man. But love and marriage are only the beginning, and life is about to get much more complicated.Will tying the knot tie down a free spirit?Tiel Desai never imagined herself getting married again, and before she can blink, she's swept up into the Walsh wedding whirlwind. If that chaos isn't enough, she's also busy winning over her future in-laws, grappling with a bumpy adjustment to her new job, and staying afloat when a string of disappointments hit.They're building a future, but can they ever fully demolish the past?Sam and Tiel beat back their demons and learned to love each other, but love might not be enough to solve every problem that crawls their way.The SpireRebel, runner, recluse, rich girl. Nine years ago, Erin Walsh ran away from everything. Home.Family.Secrets.Tragedy. Herself.The only permanence in her life is catastrophe. She travels from country to country, chasing disaster, teasing fire, playing with poison. She guards against real connections, and shuns the only family she has left. She holds everyone-even her siblings-at a mile-long distance. It's the only way to protect herself. But she can't protect herself from Nick Acevedo. He's the ice to her fire, and he's willing to sacrifice everything to bring her home.

A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong? Patrick That hair. That damn hair. It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice. Andy An incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of my original plan. With Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body, it seems my plan was undergoing some renovations.

My mother's New Year's resolution for me was simple: make a serious effort at putting myself out there and dating again, and do it for one full year. Or until I fell in love. Whichever came first. How hard could one year of swipes and matches and awkward first dates be? In a word: bad. In nine words: bad and also hilarious, demoralizing, exhausting, and ridiculously amusing.But the only thing worse than dating in the era of hookup apps and unsolicited dick pics is the absolute whole-life-flail of falling in love.

Underneath It AllOne hot architect. One naughty schoolteacher. One crazy night that changes everything.The Space BetweenA brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong?Necessary RestorationsThey liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right…