Short, Steamy Insta-love Bundle

Get ready to laugh and swoon with this boxset featuring eighteen short, steamy insta-love romantic comedies. These stories are all about quick sparks, lots of laughs, and zero drama. These possessive heroes stumble into love faster than you can say “match made in heaven,” while their stubborn, curvy soulmates give them a run for their money.

Included in this collection:

Mr. Wrong
Knocked up by the Jerk
Blown Away
Moving Fast
First Ride
Catch & Release
Risk's Regret
Staying Warm
Falling 4 Eve
Trick or Treat
Wicked Ways
Midnight Treat
Hot Moves
Her Grumpy Valentine
Falling for my Enemy
Warm Kisses
Belle's King
Ariel's Duke

If you like possessive hero, curvy girl, over-the-top, insta-love romance with a little bit of humor, and very little drama these Loni Ree short stories are perfect for you.

This is one of those mornings that makes me miss living in the Men of Valor clubhouse. After two long, grueling deployments, I decided I’d had my fill of the military. I returned home to Valor, Wyoming, and my motorcycle club. I used the savings I’d built up while serving my country to buy the local welding shop when Old Man Douglas retired and moved to Florida. For the first year or so, living in the clubhouse with my brothers suited me, but I soon discovered I needed my own space. Two years ago, I spent thirteen months building my dream home on my little strip of paradise. Still on the compound but not close to anyone else. 
It’s been a shit morning, and I rush out the door a half-hour late. This past week has been hell. We’re trying to finish a last-minute order, and everyone in the shop is busting ass. Except for my useless cousin Evan. Between keeping up with my tasks and redoing his sloppy work, I’m about to drop from exhaustion. Before bed, I forgot to plug in my cellphone, so it died sometime in the middle of the night, leaving me without an alarm. As I roar through town on my bike, I remember I planned to stop by the bank on my way to the shop. Shit. I turn around in the Midnight Oil parking lot and head back toward Main Street.
I’m standing in front of the building, stewing. After punching my pin number in for the third time, I realize something is wrong with the damn ATM. It finally spits my card out as the screen blinks rapidly then turns black. Fuck. I slam my fist on the brick surface and swear a blue streak. I don’t have time to deal with this shit, but I need cash for the rest of the week. Rubbing the bridge of my nose to hold back the headache drilling its way through my temple, I pull the glass door open and thunder into the bank. Bells ring above my head as the fucker swings back and forth. The sound sends my brain pain into overdrive. It’s been years since I actually stepped foot in this building. I usually use the night drop-off and the ATM for cash. What fucking bank in this century has bells on the door? I rub the back of my neck to ease the ache and look around. They haven’t updated this place in all the years I was away. Damn. Can you say nineteen-seventies? There’s still a picture of Jimmy Carter on the wall. 
"May I help you?" My heart stops for a second then begins pounding away in my chest. What the hell? Glancing at her, I take a hammer blow right between the eyes. 
The sight of this girl rocks me to my core and my mind goes blank. My focus centers on her as I forget about everything else around us. She’s fucking tiny. Barely a few inches over five feet, but her curves go on for days. Striking auburn curls fan around her shoulders and fall down to drape over her luscious breasts. My eyes are drawn to her little buds peeking through the thin, light pink sweater stretched across her bountiful chest. Shaking my head, I drag my eyes up her slim throat and over her perfect heart-shaped face. The tiny freckles scattered along her cheeks call to me, and my tongue tingles to taste the little dots. My pants become painfully tight as one thought runs through my mind on a constant loop—this stunning creature was meant for me. My stubbornness kicks in, and I attempt to assure myself the pounding in my chest is nothing to worry about. The beautiful angel stares at me with a raised eyebrow as I experience my mini-meltdown.
Get the hell out of here before this girl changes your life runs through my thoughts, and I realize I might be losing it. Something is happening to me that I don’t have any hope of controlling. I walk up to the counter and manage to utter, “I need money.” Is that harsh grumble coming from me? I clear my throat and continue. “My ATM card doesn’t work.” Being this close to her is frying my mind.
The stunning redhead smiles broadly. "I’m so sorry about that. May I see your ID, sir?" I swallow and pull my driver’s license from my wallet. After slapping it down on the fake marble counter, I watch my goddess pick it up. Out of nowhere, a useless asshole walks up behind her and places his slimy paw on her soft shoulder. A growl escapes my throat and fills the room at the thought of another man touching her. Even innocently. The urge to tear his hand away blasts through me, and I take several deep breaths in an attempt to maintain control. “How much would you like to withdraw?” she asks while typing on the keyboard.
Leaning over the counter, I force myself to answer and ignore the asshole glaring at me. "Two hundred dollars from my checking account, please." 
"Of course, Mr. Sterling." As a sweet smile spreads across her face, sparks flow through my body. The asshole grumbles a few words close to her ear before glaring at me. He’s interrupting her to ask about a break or something, and she nods in agreement while processing my transaction. It finally hits me that I recognize his voice. I dealt with the asshole bank manager on the phone when the shop’s account was hacked. I’m tempted to tell him to back the fuck off when the beauty leans on the counter to count out my bills. She finishes then reaches over and passes me a little white envelope, and our hands meet. Sparks shoot through every nerve in my body. Insane visions crowd my mind, and my knees nearly buckle. Her sweet, feminine scent wraps around me as I fight the crazy feelings. What the holy hell? 
I swallow the knot sitting in my throat and attempt to smile. "Thank you, Angel."
"Sutton." The asshole cuts in and points at the nameplate on top of the chest-high counter. "Her name is Sutton."
My eyes narrow, and I glare at him for a few seconds until he takes the hint and backs down.
The beauty glances up at the jerk. "I can handle this, Marty."
I hear the bells behind me and watch both of them look up at door. The asshole calls to the newcomer, “Sutton will be with you in a minute.” Then he scoots closer to my girl. As he places his hand on her back and leans down next to her ear, my rage redlines. Clenching my fists, I take several deep breaths and attempt to regain control. I’m not sure what it is about this girl that’s turning me into an insane caveman, but I’m losing my mind over him touching her. 
He smiles down at her and motions toward me. "I need to talk to you when you’re done here." I’m livid. This little bastard has no clue about personal space. She moves away a few inches, and he’s right on her ass. I’m debating jumping the counter to teach him boundaries when the bell jingling across the lobby interrupts my crazy thoughts.
Sutton looks up, and all the color drains from her face. I turn to check out the disturbance and see a gun. Shit. The asshole holding the weapon is dressed in black from head to toe. He’s wearing a ski mask and black leather gloves. As I memorize every detail, I realize my information will be useless. The police in this town are crooked and inept. His eyes move around the small branch, and he motions with the gun. "Get down." The elderly man standing behind me struggles to kneel. I reach over to help him, but the masked asshole makes a sound and shoves his piece under my chin. “Drop,” he snarls, and I glare into his narrowed eyes as I lay on the cold floor.