Next Generation Carter Brother Series by Lisa Helen Gray

Since I was a little girl, I’ve dreamed of my Prince Charming. He would be as protective as my dad. Loyal as my uncle Mason. Strong like my uncle Malik. Kind like my uncle Myles. And make me laugh like my uncle Max. At such a young age, little did I know that finding a man with those qualities would be like trying to find the proverbial needle in a haystack. After years of disappointment, I finally gave up... moreSince I was a little girl, I’ve dreamed of my Prince Charming. He would be as protective as my dad. Loyal as my uncle Mason. Strong like my uncle Malik. Kind like my uncle Myles. And make me laugh like my uncle Max. At such a young age, little did I know that finding a man with those qualities would be like trying to find the proverbial needle in a haystack. After years of disappointment, I finally gave up. Yet my best friend, ever the optimist, didn’t, and after much persuasion, I finally relented and joined a dating site. I thought I would go on one date, tell her it was a waste of time and stay a virgin for the rest of my life. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Instead, he moved in across the hall. He also happened to be a cop. A hot one. One who ticked all of my criteria. But it’s never that simple―not with my incredibly bad luck and crazy relatives. Not with the nut job who clearly has a death wish if he thinks he can order me around. I’m Faith Carter, and this is my story. less

I was the girl who loved to swear, speak her mind, and drink rum like it was water. And I never apologised for it. He was my boss; infuriating, arrogant, and so damn good looking it was hard not to fantasise about him. We were two different people, living two ways of life. And yet, I couldn't help but want him. No longer were men in uniform my thing. No, it was now men in suits, with hot tattoos. Like many others in my family, our story isn't simple... moreI was the girl who loved to swear, speak her mind, and drink rum like it was water. And I never apologised for it. He was my boss; infuriating, arrogant, and so damn good looking it was hard not to fantasise about him. We were two different people, living two ways of life. And yet, I couldn't help but want him. No longer were men in uniform my thing. No, it was now men in suits, with hot tattoos. Like many others in my family, our story isn't simple. I thought I was being cautious, that nothing would touch me.I was wrong. I should've seen it coming. I shouldn't have been so cocky and sure. I just never thought it would happen to me. less

When I was a kid, my father told me a story about the Carter family. He said it all started with him, from the moment he saw my mother and realised what it was to love someone so much you’d destroy the world for them. The plot soon thickened when, one by one, my uncles found their true loves.Now, the next generation of Carters, my generation, were following in their fathers’ footsteps. My father thought of his love story as the beginning of the Carter legend. I thought of it as the Carter curse... moreWhen I was a kid, my father told me a story about the Carter family. He said it all started with him, from the moment he saw my mother and realised what it was to love someone so much you’d destroy the world for them. The plot soon thickened when, one by one, my uncles found their true loves.Now, the next generation of Carters, my generation, were following in their fathers’ footsteps. My father thought of his love story as the beginning of the Carter legend. I thought of it as the Carter curse. Having one woman may come with benefits, but playing with many was so much more fun.Until her.She held my attention and pulled me in like no other, and trying to keep her in the friend zone was proving harder than I imagined, especially with obstacles pulling us together.She needed me. And I liked being the shoulder she cried on, the person she called, the one who made her laugh.However, somewhere along the way, I grew to realise I needed her too.I wanted her.Although it wasn’t going to be easy, who was I to break Carter tradition? less

For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of a life doing a job I love, and owning my own home, where I would live with my husband and we would build a family together.I managed to make two of those things happen. I worked every day, doing something I loved. I owned my own house, and I made it a home.Every day I held onto hope that I’d one day have the rest. And each day I didn’t, was another day my dream slipped through my fingers.Until one night, I bumped into a little bit of hope... moreFor as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of a life doing a job I love, and owning my own home, where I would live with my husband and we would build a family together.I managed to make two of those things happen. I worked every day, doing something I loved. I owned my own house, and I made it a home.Every day I held onto hope that I’d one day have the rest. And each day I didn’t, was another day my dream slipped through my fingers.Until one night, I bumped into a little bit of hope.I finally thought I found the love my family had found, that my parents shared.I finally thought I was worthy of love.But I wasn’t.Not his anyway.Love couldn’t be forced. Not by you, and not by them.Love is free-falling.But I didn’t free-fall. I fell and hit the ground so hard it shattered me.Because it wasn’t what I wanted.However, my story isn’t over.It’s just beginning. less