Bücher von Natasha Boyd

Il est particulièrement mal choisi de tomber amoureuse du frère de sa meilleure amie. Surtout quand il s'agit d'un trou du cul pompeux, arrogant, bien que sexy en diable, que vous aimeriez embrasser ou frapper à mort à tout moment. (" Sexy, romantique, déchirant, humoristique.... Je l'ai littéralement englouti !" J. KENNER, auteur à succès du New York Times) Joey Butler a toujours eu cette façon d'être, et Jazz est tombée amoureuse du frère de sa meilleure amie. Jusqu'à ce qu'il commette l'impardonnable, l'été de sa dernière année de lycée. Trois ans plus tard, Jazz va tout faire pour protéger son c¿ur et ne pas retomber amoureuse de Joey. Mais lorsqu'il finit par admettre que Jazz est celle qu'il a toujours désirée, tous les paris sont ouverts. Ils vont devoir revivre le dernier été de leur amour avant que tout ne s'écroule, et se demander si un premier amour peut avoir une seconde chance? Il s'agit d'un livre sexy et contemporain, issu de la série Butler Cove/Eversea. Dans l'ordre de la série, il apparaît comme le tome quatre, mais il peut aussi se lire seul.

"Boyd skillfully navigates the scorching physical desire and personal insecurities of her protagonists, crafting a relationship that is tense, torrid and sure to keep the pages turning. " ~ RT Book ReviewsLivvy is on the run. And she's escaped to the one place nobody will ever find her.But the isolated cottage isn't empty. Her refuge is home to a troubled stranger, Tom, there for reasons of his own.In the intimacy of the abandoned cottage, and the remote wilderness of the island, the electrifying connection between them is impossible to ignore. Both running from their histories and shielding dark secrets, their pasts catch up with them and collide in an unimaginable way.Deep emotions and powerful chemistry face a painful battle with the tangle of lies, and scars of the past. When the truth emerges, hearts will be shattered."Beautiful ... and deeply moving. I could not put it down and am still thinking about it!" ~ Mia Sheridan, New York Times bestselling author of Archer's Voice.

All Beau Montgomery, one of Charleston’s most eligible bachelors, wants to do is build boats. He has no interest in marriage whatsoever … until it means he might not get his inheritance and he can kiss his boat building dreams goodbye. But the hungry hordes of Charleston debutantes looking to score a Montgomery scare him sh*tless.Gwen "Gracie" Thomas has loved Beau Montgomery since she used to run barefoot around the marina as a scrappy teenager. Knowing she’ll never fit into his high society family, she decided long ago that she’d become his indispensable best friend rather than not be in his life at all. When he tells her he needs to marry in order to fulfill his dreams, she panics that he might actually meet someone and she’ll lose him forever. 

EmmyΓÇ¿What a disaster! I only just made my flight to New York to help my uncle, and the phone I’m holding is not mine! It seems to belong to some commitment-phobic serial dater who’s never made it past four dates (according to the constant notifications he's getting from his fake dating profile...) And worse? I have a sinking feeling it’s that hot suit-monkey with the arctic grey eyes I just had a run-in with at the airport. Somehow, I have to persuade him not to get a new phone until I get back. My whole life is on that phone. I knew I should have backed it up. It’s only a few days. Surely, we can handle it. ΓÇ¿ΓÇ¿Trystan ΓÇ¿This is a joke, right? My life could not get more f*cked up. I’m in the middle of selling my company and on my way to a funeral and that hot mess hippie-chick stole my freaking phone. I’m not sure how she convinced me not to immediately walk into a smart phone store and get a new one, but now she’s going to have to play stand in and distract me while I deal with my long-avoided and estranged family. I don’t have my dating apps after all, and frankly she’s pretty funny. And sexy. And why can’t I stop texting her? And now we’re talking. And … look, I’ll admit that I usually run for the hills the morning after, but the morning after phone sex? That’s not really real, right?