Irons, Aubrey

Secret Irons, Aubrey

Hunter Ryan is a monumental d*ck. Bad boy, womanizer, soldier, pr*ck. Oh, and he thinks he’s God’s gift to women - mostly because of his… endowments. What an ass. I’d normally have nothing to do with Washington D.C.’s biggest playboy Secret Service agent, except things just got slightly complicated. You see, my mother just became the first female President of the United States, and now she’s about to marry her Secretary of State - Hunter’s father. Which means besi...

Score Irons, Aubrey

There’s a reason they call him “Ten,” and it’s not just the number of his jersey…Dalton Cole is a jock. A notorious, cocky, foul-mouthed, impossibly arrogant jock. The hottest quarterback in college football is nicknamed “Ten” for his middle name “Tennessee,” for his jersey number, and for a certain measurement. ...I’m sure that last part is just a rumor. Did I mention he’s also an underwear model? He’s slept his way through half the woman in Georgia, and he’s g...

Scorch Irons, Aubrey

Why fall for Prince Charming when the villain is so much more tempting? Because it feel so good to be so bad... The dark, dominant, tattooed Spaniard has all the arrogant machismo of a bullfighter and a body carved out of steel. In my sister’s fairytale romance, he almost destroyed my family. He’s the devil, and I hate him. Until he saved my life, and changed everything. Javier f**king Toro is the last man in the world I expect to find pulling me out of the way of danger. He’s co...

Roar Irons, Aubrey

I don’t give a f**k if I die tomorrow, as long as I get her tonight. Bryce I’ve been to war. I’ve lived in the streets. I’ve beaten the needle, and I’ve looked death in the face and laughed. So what the f*ck do I want with a sassy, smart-mouthed spitfire like Peyton Rivers? There are a thousand reasons I should stay away, beyond the fact that she’s my best friend’s sister. She’s just as broken as me. She’s seen the face of the devil and taken the time to spit in it...

Crude Irons, Aubrey

Knox Shepherd is a total d**k. A really, really big one. He’s a swaggering, cocky prick who blows through women the same way he roars around town on that motorcycle of his - fast. Sure, I wasn’t supposed to be sneaking out to bars or singing at open mics, but that didn’t give him a right to talk to me like that. No one’s ever said those things to me before - filthy, raunchy, crude suggestions that made me literally run for the door. Suggestions I wish didn’t make me feel so funny...

Cockney Irons, Aubrey

There’s a reason I hate Oliver Beckett: he’s a huge, massive pr*ck. London’s hottest new bad boy chef is a panty-dropper. He burns his way through party girls’ bedrooms as fast as he blazes around his military-precision kitchen. He’s a face from my past I never thought I’d see again. The tattooed smooth-talking British exchange student from five years past. The one who brought me in like a moth to flame for one night of firsts... before he left me behind forever. The one who a...

Burn Irons, Aubrey

Tempting and volatile; he’s the hottest thing that never should have happened to me. It was supposed to be a one-time thing; my one one-night stand. He's the tattooed, bareknuckle fighter with a body built for sin who I found beaten and bloodied in my elevator that night. He's the one I patched up, the one I took care of, and the one I apparently couldn’t say no to when his mouth touched mine… A one night stand. Just one night, right? Yeah, wrong, because I just found out my mysterious str...

Heat Irons, Aubrey

Five years ago, that cocky, egotistical a**hole played me like a fool and broke my heart. Hudson Banks; the dominant, tattooed, womanizing, ex-Marine-turned-billionaire who runs God-knows-what at my late father’s company. Oh, and he’s sexy as all f**k, and he damn well knows it. He’s like a gasoline fire; a scorchingly hot disaster, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to get burned. I’m on track to be the youngest New York State Senator ever elected; the bright, gutsy, good-girl m...