Welcome to Conception Ridge

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A three-book collection of age gap off-limits attraction spicy bedtime reads!</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Before He Was Her Headmaster</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>We met at a truck stop. The chemistry was immediate and we both do something out of character: one night no explanations. The next day I arrive at my new private school. Now I'm the off-limits forbidden temptation Sebastian Craig can't forget and we both try our best to behave. It works for a few weeks...until our secret cravings come tumbling out in the library after hours. How will we keep our private connection hidden until the end of the term? I want to be his sweet girl forever but the age gap and responsibility of his job might be too much to overcome...</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Above the Shop</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He was my mom's high school boyfriend.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I have seventeen dollars to my name and a one-way bus ticket to my new college town-two months early. Oh and the name of a man I've never met scrawled on a piece of paper. Henry Wilde.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But when I show up on his doorstep he has no idea that my mom said I could stay with him. And he only has one bed.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It's eight weeks until I can move onto campus.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Eight weeks of living with him above his barbershop. So I'm going to make myself useful. Help him out and try not to pester him about what it will be like at college. Because this homeschooled girl has a lot of questions but they're not appropriate for my de facto guardian. Not even if we're both consenting adults...</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Santa's Baby</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Ford Gamble is my dad's best friend. He's also the reclusive keeper of the Conception Ridge lighthouse. I remember a time when he was around more-the perfect hotter-than-sin fodder for all my teenage fantasies. And if I'm being honest for most of my fantasies since then too. . .</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now there's just enough silver in his shock of sexy hair and thick beard that he looks a little like a hot forty-year-old Santa with six-pack abs. And that's what has me heading to the lighthouse on a dark stormy Christmas Eve when the retirement home where I work needs a fill-in Mr. Claus for their annual celebration.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Except I underestimate the bad weather. The next thing I know I'm waking up in his bed and I realize I may have revealed my forbidden fantasies to him in my feverish sleep. Can I convince him to finally let me call him Daddy Christmas? Or will he deny he shares my taboo feelings?</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because I know Ford can't stop looking at me with a wild heat in his gaze. And my desperate Christmas wish is that he's thinking about corrupting his little not-so-innocent angel.</span></p>