Capricorn Cove Series by Evie Mitchell

I'd always been told I had thunder thighs. Chunky, thick, beautiful – I embraced my curves just waiting for the right thunder god to come along and rock my world. Then Gunnar Larsson strode his tall, blonde, Viking butt through my bar doors. My thighs awaited his plunder. Walking into Ella Bronze's bar was the best decision I'd made all year. Fuck, all decade. The gorgeous bombshell had curves for days – the kind that made me drool. There was no way this seductive siren was escaping... moreI'd always been told I had thunder thighs. Chunky, thick, beautiful – I embraced my curves just waiting for the right thunder god to come along and rock my world. Then Gunnar Larsson strode his tall, blonde, Viking butt through my bar doors. My thighs awaited his plunder. Walking into Ella Bronze's bar was the best decision I'd made all year. Fuck, all decade. The gorgeous bombshell had curves for days – the kind that made me drool. There was no way this seductive siren was escaping. Looked like it was time to do what my ancestors did best – take what I wanted. Warning: This over-the-top piece of fluff is inspired by big thighs, sexy Vikings and a desire to have your pussy plundered. Get thee a Viking and settle in – this instalove story will blow you right off course. less

I'd always been told I had thunder thighs. Chunky, thick, beautiful – I embraced my curves just waiting for the right thunder god to come along and rock my world. Then Gunnar Larsson strode his tall, blonde, Viking butt through my bar doors. My thighs awaited his plunder. Walking into Ella Bronze's bar was the best decision I'd made all year. Fuck, all decade. The gorgeous bombshell had curves for days – the kind that made me drool. There was no way this seductive siren was escaping... moreI'd always been told I had thunder thighs. Chunky, thick, beautiful – I embraced my curves just waiting for the right thunder god to come along and rock my world. Then Gunnar Larsson strode his tall, blonde, Viking butt through my bar doors. My thighs awaited his plunder. Walking into Ella Bronze's bar was the best decision I'd made all year. Fuck, all decade. The gorgeous bombshell had curves for days – the kind that made me drool. There was no way this seductive siren was escaping. Looked like it was time to do what my ancestors did best – take what I wanted. Warning: This over-the-top piece of fluff is inspired by big thighs, sexy Vikings and a desire to have your pussy plundered. Get thee a Viking and settle in – this instalove story will blow you right off course. less

I'd always watched Drake Andrews and Dane Butler from a distance. My own personal double D's, I'd kept track of them through friends, maintaining my space. I couldn't let them get close, couldn't let them see how much I wanted them. Both of them. Together. Only now they're back. And that unfortunate fantasy? It's returned, bigger and dirtier than ever. Bluebell McKenney was ours since the moment we'd stepping into the group home over a decade ago... moreI'd always watched Drake Andrews and Dane Butler from a distance. My own personal double D's, I'd kept track of them through friends, maintaining my space. I couldn't let them get close, couldn't let them see how much I wanted them. Both of them. Together. Only now they're back. And that unfortunate fantasy? It's returned, bigger and dirtier than ever. Bluebell McKenney was ours since the moment we'd stepping into the group home over a decade ago. Her shy glances couldn't hide the heat in her gaze. To have the kind of future we wanted, the kind that involved all three of us, we had to leave – had to make something of ourselves. But now we're back and ready to claim Bluebell McKenney. Hope she's ready for double the D. Warning: This MMF bisexual ménage is filled with double the entendre, double the alpha and double the you-know-what. Get thee a man (or two) and settle in – this unconditional love story will leave you aching for more. less

HoneyFor years my momma's been at me to lose some extra pounds. To shape up, slim down and look like the pageant queen she'd always wished me to be. But everyone knows the best part of the muffin is the top – and baby, I'm delicious as I am.I hadn't planned on running into my high school crush at a Halloween party while dressed as a cupcake. One glance and I was ready for my high school crush to take a bite. Pity Sheriff Tristan Rodriguez avoided baked goods like the plague.. moreHoneyFor years my momma's been at me to lose some extra pounds. To shape up, slim down and look like the pageant queen she'd always wished me to be. But everyone knows the best part of the muffin is the top – and baby, I'm delicious as I am.I hadn't planned on running into my high school crush at a Halloween party while dressed as a cupcake. One glance and I was ready for my high school crush to take a bite. Pity Sheriff Tristan Rodriguez avoided baked goods like the plague...TristanReturning to the small town I'd left behind hadn't exactly been in my life plan. Also not on the plan? Becoming the town's most eligible bachelor. I now had more offers for baked goods and home cooked dinners than I'd ever need. I hadn't been tempted to taste even one until I ran into my high school crush, Honey Jameson. The curvy siren looked good enough to eat.Now she's on my mind and all I can think about is how to get one little lick. But the thing is, after one taste? I want to devour her whole.Warning: This marshmallow-y piece of cotton candy sexiness involves a good boy ready to go bad, a curvy woman loving her body, and a fulfilling of some high school wet dreams. Get thee a good guy (or a bad one), maybe a rich chocolate muffin or three and settle in – this second-chance story will literally burn your sheets. less

My name is Collins Knight, or at least it was, once upon a time. I've been married to Nicholas Del Laurentis for nearly a decade, yet we've spent that time residing in different houses, different countries, ignoring the reality of our arranged marriage. That was until I decided I wanted a baby. Nick won't divorce me so I'm left with no other option. It's time to invoke the Mrs Clause of our marriage contract. My wife has no idea what she's asking. A baby? Oh, I can help with that... moreMy name is Collins Knight, or at least it was, once upon a time. I've been married to Nicholas Del Laurentis for nearly a decade, yet we've spent that time residing in different houses, different countries, ignoring the reality of our arranged marriage. That was until I decided I wanted a baby. Nick won't divorce me so I'm left with no other option. It's time to invoke the Mrs Clause of our marriage contract. My wife has no idea what she's asking. A baby? Oh, I can help with that. But she's opened the door now, and I'm not about to let her close it again. This Christmas it's time to unwrap my favorite gift - one piece of clothing at a time. Warning: Dearest reader, this arranged marriage novella is filled with jingling bells, unusual uses for candy canes, surprise gifts and a jolly St Nick who knows how to handle his chimney. So, get thee a Santa Baby and settle in - this sexy holiday romance will leave you hovering under the mistletoe. less

EmilyThe doctors told me I have amnesia. They've said it's a result of the concussion I sustained on New Year's Eve, but I know the truth. I've been transported to a parallel universe, it's the only plausible explanation as to why I'm now living five years in the future where I've morphed into some kind of body-conscious diet addict who has a better relationship with my mother-in-law than my husband. Or should I say, ex-husband... moreEmilyThe doctors told me I have amnesia. They've said it's a result of the concussion I sustained on New Year's Eve, but I know the truth. I've been transported to a parallel universe, it's the only plausible explanation as to why I'm now living five years in the future where I've morphed into some kind of body-conscious diet addict who has a better relationship with my mother-in-law than my husband. Or should I say, ex-husband. How is it that Calvin Jameson and I have gone from hopelessly devoted to separated and on the cusp of divorce? I can't remember, but I'm damned sure I'm going to find out. CalvinI love my wife. The problem is, I no longer like her. After our wedding she morphed from the dorky boho with a riot of curls who loved everyone and wanted nothing more than to travel the world barefoot, to a prim and proper Stepford wife whose tongue is sharper than a sword, who judges everyone she meets and only ever shows an interest in the latest diet fad. When Emily wakes up from a coma claiming to not remember the last five years – I'm skeptical. But then she shows signs of the old her. The woman who eats burgers with extra fries, who wants to learn how to juggle, who plays the violin naked and dreams of exploring every beach the world has to offer. And I have to ask myself – what if I just ignore the last five years? What if this is our do-over? I'm not sure, but one thing's clear, it's a new year and Emily is a woman I now want to know. Warning: This new year piece of sexiness involves a woman searching for redemption, a man who's been burned before, and the magic that only a new year brings. This second-chance love will tug on your heartstrings, remind you to love yourself and literally burn your sheets – sometimes all in the same chapter! Get thee some tissues and a hot man to cuddle, this is going to be one angsty ride. Trigger warning: This book deals with body issues and eating disorders. If this is a trigger for you please consider skipping. less

AnikaMy milkshakes may bring all the boys to my bar, but that doesn't mean they wanna hang around for dessert.Despite being the perfect woman - attractive, confident and a world class chef - I'm not marriage material. I've resigned myself to that fact. But that doesn't mean I don't want a man in my bed.And Mac? Or should I say, Mac-Daddy? Well, he's just the man I'm looking for.Temporary.MacAnika's convinced this is a short-term thing between us... moreAnikaMy milkshakes may bring all the boys to my bar, but that doesn't mean they wanna hang around for dessert.Despite being the perfect woman - attractive, confident and a world class chef - I'm not marriage material. I've resigned myself to that fact. But that doesn't mean I don't want a man in my bed.And Mac? Or should I say, Mac-Daddy? Well, he's just the man I'm looking for.Temporary.MacAnika's convinced this is a short-term thing between us. But what she doesn't realize is she was mine from first glance.If only I can convince her that we go together like salt and pepper, like meat and veg, like... well, you get the idea.Brace, Anika, I'm about to shake up your world.Warning: This book is inspired by burgers, eggplants and men who fight for what they want. So, get thee a man, some whipped cream, and settle in -- this naughty little read will have you asking for seconds. less

WillodeanI moved back to Capricorn Cove to escape the daily grind of the city and be closer to my brother and sister and their growing families.So, what did I do? I bought a chicken farm, Yep. I traded in suits and brief cases for overalls and gumboots. It sounded like a good idea at the time. And it was. For all of five minutes. That's how long it for me to figure out that my chickens are Satan's minions as they tried to burn down the barn.Worst day ever. Or at least, it was... moreWillodeanI moved back to Capricorn Cove to escape the daily grind of the city and be closer to my brother and sister and their growing families.So, what did I do? I bought a chicken farm, Yep. I traded in suits and brief cases for overalls and gumboots. It sounded like a good idea at the time. And it was. For all of five minutes. That's how long it for me to figure out that my chickens are Satan's minions as they tried to burn down the barn.Worst day ever. Or at least, it was. Enter Teresa 'Teddy' Prince. The hottest firefighter I've ever clapped eyes on and my newest crush. Perhaps my chickens weren't so bad after all… TeresaWhen meeting the woman I might want to spend the rest of my life with I expected sparks, not a goddamned fire. Willow is funny, creative, intriguing – and available. But I've been burned before, and I know she's hiding something. After all, no one just up and buys a chicken farm… right? Warning: This book is inspired by strong women, crazy chickens, and hot summer nights. So, get thee a partner, some lingerie, and settle in — this book is bound to ruffle your feathers. less

FarrahI need a million dollars. I don't have even ten bucks in my bank, but I need a cool million by Christmas if I want to save the town's wildlife reserve. Enter Wolf Rodriguez, local good boy, international heartthrob, and lead singer of Metal Heart the hottest band in the world. Oh, and my ex-highschool crush. I just have to convince him to help me pull off the fundraiser of a lifetime… even if being around the attractive rocker turns me into a bumbling, blushing fool... moreFarrahI need a million dollars. I don't have even ten bucks in my bank, but I need a cool million by Christmas if I want to save the town's wildlife reserve. Enter Wolf Rodriguez, local good boy, international heartthrob, and lead singer of Metal Heart the hottest band in the world. Oh, and my ex-highschool crush. I just have to convince him to help me pull off the fundraiser of a lifetime… even if being around the attractive rocker turns me into a bumbling, blushing fool. Turns out, Wolf likes that kind of thing.WolfThis holiday I just wanted to spoil my niece, eat some pie and recharge. God, did I need to recharge. The last four years had been nothing but tours, records and screaming fans. With the new year fast approaching, I had songs to produce for our new album. Pity my muse is missing in action. Or at least it was, until I overheard Farrah Sharif whispering to a stuffed tortoise. The cadence of her voice, her tone, her words – all of it is revving my muse into overdrive. So we strike a deal, in exchange for performing at her charity gig, Farrah has to let me record her voice. Only, I didn't expect her whispers to get a little breathy. Or that her bumbling rambles would have me wanting to know more. And there's no way I expected to crave ever mention of my name on her lips. She's slaying me. And I can't help but love how bad it hurts. Warning: This book is inspired by hot rock stars, ASMR, and the joy that only a good Christmas story can bring. So, escape the craziness, find someone to kiss under the mistletoe, and give yourself the gift of a great holiday read. less

Book 11 in the Capricorn Cove seriesHannahHe's hilarious.He's fun.He's not into me.MalikShe's serious.She's proper.I'm into her.This is one loaded relationship.Warning: This book is inspired by gorgeous women, hilarious men, and the kind of love that makes you swoon.