Фиона Коул – лучшие книги

It started on a dance floor after too much tequila and ended with looking into the handsome face I never thought I’d see again. In person, at least. I saw his face all the time on magazine covers. To the world, he’s Parker Callahan—famous rockstar. To me, he was the boy I loved, the stepbrother who left me behind to follow his dreams. After our tequila-fueled encounter, he wants me back but that’s not a road I’m ready to walk down again. He broke my heart once, and even five years later, I’m not sure I could handle another blow. When a once-in-a-lifetime offer comes my way, even my broken heart isn’t enough for me to be able to turn it down. I agree to join the band’s tour and help Parker write his next album--but this time I’m not falling in love. This time I’ll walk away. But if there is one thing life has taught me, it’s that love never goes according to plan—especially when Parker is involved.

I didn’t know she was my student the first time I paid to watch her at Voyeur.

Once she walked into my classroom, another smiling college freshman, I knew I should stop going. Stop watching.

But I couldn’t do it. Everything about her makes me want more, and once I realize she wants me too, the temptation becomes irresistible.

The worst part is that she has no idea her professor is the one watching behind the glass.

I just have to hope that once she finds out the truth, she wants the same thing I do. Because now that I've seen all of her, I can't look away.

From USA Today bestselling author Fiona Cole, a standalone, friends-to-lovers romance that will leave you blushing and begging for more.

Waking up beside my best friend after a crazy night in Vegas is nothing new. However, waking up wearing nothing but two shiny, matching wedding rings is. For the girl who promised to never settle down, it's her worst nightmare. For me, it's a dream come true. I've wanted Raelynn Vos since she first propositioned me at a frat party. I, of course, turned her down, knowing I'd need more than a one night stand. Nothing less than forever would do. She's fierce and determined, but I'm more determined than she could ever be. When fate forces us to pretend our marriage is real, I use every second to prove I'm the perfect man to tame her wildness. In fact, by the end of our charade, I'll have her begging for it.

There's only one thing to do when you end up, married to your brand new boss, whom you hate but can't You blame the champagne. I blame the bubbles for my wild night with a masked stranger. Who cares if it's nothing this good girl would normally do? I blame the alcohol for agreeing to marry him. As long as me and my new husband don't kill each other first with our quick barbs that mask our fiery attraction, I can survive five years of our little arrangement. But our impromptu wedding leads to so much more than I bargained for. His dirty promises warm me. His kisses make me lightheaded and slip past my best defenses. The hate turns to friendship, and makes me dream of more. He's like the most dangerous kind of champagne. That's why I blame him for making me fall in love with him. But when I find out our marriage was nothing more than revenge, what's to blame for my broken heart?

I promised her that I'd live my best life once I was free.

It was that promise that led me to Voyeur — to Daniel.

What better place to conquer my fear of intimacy than a club that allows you to watch?

Who better to help me than the owner himself?

On night one, my past comes roaring back, urging me to run like I always had before.

This time I ran into his arms.

With my fear still clinging to my skin, he brushed it away and made his own promise.

"I'll teach you."

His promise turns to friendship. A friendship turns to passion.

We didn’t know what to do with that passion — between the not-so-broken girl and the man who promised to never love again.

Daniel and I started because of a promise, and I hoped that we wouldn’t end because of one too.

When he said his vows, he told me how much he loved my determination and strength.

If I wanted it, I got it.

Except now all I want is to have his baby. And for the first time ever, no matter how much I want it, no amount of strength and determination can make it happen.

With each negative test, my confidence waivers and I start to lose sight of who I am.

Each month, my doubt swells, creating a space between us.

Through it all, I know I’m his.

But will he still be mine when we falter?

Who knew planning a wedding could be so hard?

He said yes and that had been all that mattered. So why did he give excuse after excuse to not set a date to say our "I dos"?Why wasn't he my husband yet?

I didn't know, but by the end of the night, I was going to find out. No matter what tactics I had to use. Even if they were dirty.

Especially if they were dirty.

It started as a night to forget my past hurts.
I just wanted to watch, to lose myself in my uncle's illicit club.
I never meant to find someone — someone much older.
I never meant to watch with him.
I never meant for him to be my uncle's friend.
None of that mattered. All that mattered was how he made me forget—how he made me want more.
But was he willing to give me more?
Or was it just one night.