3 Novels by Vivian Wood
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Overview: Vivian likes to write about troubled, deeply flawed alpha males and the fiery, kick-ass women who bring them to their knees.
Genre: Romance
Protection: Connor f**cking Gray is the biggest pr*ck on the planet -- and maybe the only person standing between me and a horrible, grisly death. Rock, meet hard place. My name is Elly Parsons. I’m the biggest thing in pop music right now... I’m not sure what will kill me first, my tour schedule or the insane stalker threatening to murder me. When my manager forces me to accept a 24/7 bodyguard, Connor Gray is the last person that comes to mind. He’s not just the hottest guy I’ve ever seen… he’s also about to become my stepbrother. When my stalker gets too close, I end up in Connor’s arms -- and not just for protection. I start to enjoy Connor’s presence in my life and in my bed. This is bad. If someone finds out I’m hooking up with the help, not to mention my stepbrother, the press is going to rip me to shreds. There is no happy ending, not for Connor and me. My whole life and career hang in the balance. I can’t afford to mess around here. Not with this, and not with him . Which is bad, because I think I might be losing my heart to Connor... Yeah, I am so, so screwed.
Dr. Hottie: I’m not a big believer in romance. I’m certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and go to friggin Reno later that night to get married. But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Even if it was all a lie. Okay, so our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. It’s all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome that simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at me… Maybe I should’ve nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper. And I admit, part of me is head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? We have to keep up the charade. We have to kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show. When my ex finally gets the message a month after our “wedding”, I’m left with two options. Go back to the man who the whole town says is right for me… or gather all my courage and strike off in a new direction. A direction that includes a new future that Jack and I make, together.
Pretend I'm Yours: Heartbroken, destroyed, and on the edge of despair.
That’s how I felt for two years after my wife died, leaving me all alone with our baby.
I sucked it up and kept going for my little girl… but I wasn’t living. I was only existing.
Then I met Larkin, my gorgeous blonde neighbor. She’s got curves that my hands ache to hold, and toffee-colored eyes that beg me to do unspeakable things to her.
I don’t want to want her. I don’t want to look at her, and I definitely don’t want to long for her.
I want to avoid her.
Except… I can’t. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I am brought back to Larkin.
And when we finally cave, falling into bed together... It’s f**king explosive and passionate and deep. It feels as essential as breathing.
I’m starting to fall in love with Larkin… but it was never supposed to turn into this.
If I want a future with Larkin, I have to figure out how to let go of the past.
And nothing has ever felt so good and hurt so bad.
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Requirements: ePUB Reader, 1.3 MB | 1.6 MB
Overview: Vivian likes to write about troubled, deeply flawed alpha males and the fiery, kick-ass women who bring them to their knees.
Genre: Romance
Protection: Connor f**cking Gray is the biggest pr*ck on the planet -- and maybe the only person standing between me and a horrible, grisly death. Rock, meet hard place. My name is Elly Parsons. I’m the biggest thing in pop music right now... I’m not sure what will kill me first, my tour schedule or the insane stalker threatening to murder me. When my manager forces me to accept a 24/7 bodyguard, Connor Gray is the last person that comes to mind. He’s not just the hottest guy I’ve ever seen… he’s also about to become my stepbrother. When my stalker gets too close, I end up in Connor’s arms -- and not just for protection. I start to enjoy Connor’s presence in my life and in my bed. This is bad. If someone finds out I’m hooking up with the help, not to mention my stepbrother, the press is going to rip me to shreds. There is no happy ending, not for Connor and me. My whole life and career hang in the balance. I can’t afford to mess around here. Not with this, and not with him . Which is bad, because I think I might be losing my heart to Connor... Yeah, I am so, so screwed.
Dr. Hottie: I’m not a big believer in romance. I’m certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and go to friggin Reno later that night to get married. But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Even if it was all a lie. Okay, so our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. It’s all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome that simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at me… Maybe I should’ve nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper. And I admit, part of me is head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? We have to keep up the charade. We have to kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show. When my ex finally gets the message a month after our “wedding”, I’m left with two options. Go back to the man who the whole town says is right for me… or gather all my courage and strike off in a new direction. A direction that includes a new future that Jack and I make, together.
Pretend I'm Yours: Heartbroken, destroyed, and on the edge of despair.
That’s how I felt for two years after my wife died, leaving me all alone with our baby.
I sucked it up and kept going for my little girl… but I wasn’t living. I was only existing.
Then I met Larkin, my gorgeous blonde neighbor. She’s got curves that my hands ache to hold, and toffee-colored eyes that beg me to do unspeakable things to her.
I don’t want to want her. I don’t want to look at her, and I definitely don’t want to long for her.
I want to avoid her.
Except… I can’t. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I am brought back to Larkin.
And when we finally cave, falling into bed together... It’s f**king explosive and passionate and deep. It feels as essential as breathing.
I’m starting to fall in love with Larkin… but it was never supposed to turn into this.
If I want a future with Larkin, I have to figure out how to let go of the past.
And nothing has ever felt so good and hurt so bad.
Download Instructions:
First 2: Filescdn
Last: Filescdn
Mirror:
First 2: Hulkload
Last: Userscloud

