Bøger af Karla Sorensen

There's only one course of action when your dad wants you to marry a clammy-handed wimp to make one of his board members happy-you get yourself stuck in an elevator with a hot stranger and have the steamiest make-out session of your life. Years of etiquette lessons went out the window thanks to Cameron Wilder, who managed to unleash my hidden bad girl with naught but his talented mouth and deliciously rough hands.Afterwards, he went back to his small-town life, and I marched home to inform my dad there would be no business-centric nuptials. As punishment, he shipped me off to Sisters, Oregon and demanded I turn a healthy profit on a not-so-healthy property.You see where I'm going with this-the buttoned-up city girl stuck in a small town hires a local builder to help her ... and he's the hot stranger from the elevator. Turns out, I have a weakness for the broad-shouldered nice guy who's not so nice behind closed doors. Keeping things professional gets harder the longer I'm in town, until the only lesson I have left to learn is how to keep both our hearts from getting broken.

The one thing Garrett Calder and Aurora Anderson have in common is that they absolutely hate each other. Garrett has the job that Aurora has worked for and wanted for years and it was handed to him on a silver platter, just like everything else in his life. The fact that he manages everything with the most annoyingly handsome smile on his equally annoying, handsome face is just icing on the freaking cake.Aurora is not only the most beautiful, but the smartest, most infuriating woman Garrett has ever had the misfortune of meeting. Her sharp tongue and inability to be charmed by him makes her somehow more maddening, and she's never let him get away with a single thing, not for the eight years they've worked together.Garrett and Aurora are pushed into a situation neither of them want to be in- forced to work together for twelve months or risk losing everything. Twelve months where they can't kill each other. Twelve long months, and only one of them will be left standing at the end. And in the process of surviving it-and each other-they'll discover that there's a very fine line between love and hate.

A decade-old animosity is the only thing Liam Davies and Zoe Valentine have in common. Until their mutual best friends pass away and they're appointed co-guardians of the trusting couple's precocious toddler, Mira. Liam is committed only to professional football. Relationship-wise, he's even better at defense. Still wrestling with a tough childhood, he's not cut out to be a father. Why his late best buddy believed in him, Liam has no idea. An optimistic romantic, Zoe has always dreamed of a fairy-tale life. But even though Liam's biceps make her dizzy and she can't stop thinking about his lips on hers, he's not exactly Prince Charming.

There's one thing you should know about Tristan Whitfield: he's been in love with Anna for years.There are two problems with that: she has no idea, and she's married. Or at least, she was.Anna Callahan knows three things about her brother's friend, Tristan: he's quiet, incredibly handsome, and has a smolder that could set the room on fire.For years, it wasn't difficult for Anna to overlook all of that. But when Tristan is the solution to a work problem that could derail her career, he is anything but easy to ignore.To Tristan, the fact that the object of his affection is suddenly single means he should tread lightly. Be the friend she needs until she's ready for more and hope the risk pays off.Because it'll add up to the one thing he wants: her.

Liz Peters hasn't exactly gotten the happily-ever-after she's read about in her Jane Austen books. 'Always a bridesmaid' is more fitting to the way life has been passing this good girl by. About to go postal from loneliness, she meets a man who doesn't seem to fit any of her requirements for a book-worthy hero.Kieran Carter would do just about anything to put a smile on his terminally ill mother's face. When he meets a woman in the ice cream aisle at the grocery store, Kieran finally has opportunity to do just that. If he needs to lie in order to give his mom a little hope? Not a freakin problem.It all seems so neat and tidy. An arrangement is struck that benefits them both, but when lines get blurry and the guilt of lying to everyone they love becomes too much, neither Liz or Kieran can tell what's real and what's for show. And somewhere in the middle is the last person they ever expected to fall in love with.

Dylan Steadman has never seen his stubbornness as a bad thing. It's always been easy for him to make up his mind and stick with it. It's why he works a lot, why he doesn't need to make time for a girlfriend, and why he recently decided to move across the country for a new job. His brothers and sister are happily settled, and now that all eyes have turned on him, he needs a change. He does not need a relationship, and moving to Colorado lets him breathe. What he didn't see coming was Kat, the much-too-young-for-him employee at his new restaurant. Kat Perry doesn't have a family. She doesn't even really have friends, but that's by her choice. Her new manager, Dylan, has all the things that she should avoid; the muscles, the eyes, the smile and the kind of white-knight syndrome that she doesn't know what the frick to do with. Dylan should be easy enough to disregard since she's managed to hold people at arm's length her whole life, especially when a relationship is the very last thing she wants. But she can't ignore him, not when he befriends her, and definitely not when they tap into combustible chemistry that threatens to burn down everything around them. So instead of fighting it, they come to an agreement- just friends with a bunch of benefits on the side. Easy, right? Not exactly. Especially when the heart gets involved.

For Rachel Hennessy, it's been an interesting six months. Boyfriend? Cheated on her. Job? She totally just got fired. Starting her own wedding planning business sounds exciting ... in theory. In reality, it's completely terrifying. And on top of all that, the freaking cherry right on top? She just had an ill-timed, alcohol-instigated one-night stand with her bff Casey's brother, Tate. Yeah, that Tate. The one that she's had a teensy, inconvenient crush on for years. But nothing about it is ill-timed or inconvenient for Tate Steadman. Because he finally feels free. Free of the oppressive relationship he'd been in for the past six years. Free to pursue Rachel, because one alcohol-fueled night was not even close to enough for him. He just wished she saw it that way. Because she makes him want more than he ever knew he was capable of. When their one night has unexpected consequences, Rachel has no clue how to trust that he's not just trying to be 'the good guy' who wants to do 'the right thing'. And even though the chemistry between them practically burns down an entire city block when they're together, she doesn't know how to let down the concrete wall she's built up around herself. The 'mistake' of one evening can change the trajectory of two lives, but maybe a mistake is all they really need to push them right into true love.

He needs to open up.Jake Miller likes his life. It's simple and quiet. Solitary. He's taking the last thing his mother truly cared about before she died, the properties she owned, and making them his purpose. His time in the Army hadn't allowed him to be there for her before, but this is something he can do now. Just him and his dog. Exactly how he wants it. Until her, his first tenant. With her innate openness and blinding smiles, the opposite of everything he thought he could possibly want. She needs to grow up.Casey Steadman has less to show for her twenty-nine years than she'd hoped. No white picket fence. No 2.5 kids. And definitely no loving husband. Just a few lukewarm relationships, an exceedingly crappy apartment, and a fabulous shoe collection (and the credit card debt to prove it). Moving into her new place is one big, high heeled step towards a new life. The stable, make-boring-mature-decisions kind of life that she needs to be able to prove to her family that she can live. What she wasn't planning on was her hotter-than-Hades new landlord. Sparks are a-flying, and they're the kind that can only come from a stiletto-loving, dog-hating, budget-repelling, relentlessly optimistic, youngest of five becoming the tenant and next door neighbor to a stoically silent, slightly pessimistic, 'my only friend is my dog', only child and former Army Ranger. Casey and Jake are total opposites. But when they come together, it just might be true love.

Brooke Rossi knows how to stay in control.After all, finding herself a single mother to twins after her 'allergic to responsibility' ex-boyfriend left town has kinda set the bar for whatever might come her way. Except the day-to-day realities of single motherhood has her juggling in a way that she couldn't anticipate, which is why she's one sleepless night away from a padded cell.Her unexpected help comes in the form of Michael Whitfield, unrepentant flirt and alleged manwhore. Michael isn't allergic to responsibility, but he does have a healthy aversion to commitment, until his relationship with Brooke. Their friendship is easy, until it's not. They learn to walk a tight rope of restraint, choosing not to act on their attraction out of respect for the friendship they've built.One scorching, clothes-free visit past the boundaries they put in place, and Brooke finds herself facing the most uncontrollable situation of all: risking her heart to a man who's never had to take care of one before.

Cole Mallinson has never been able to move on.It's been two thousand, three hundred and sixty-two days since he's seen his ex-wife, Julia. He's never stopped loving her, never stopped wishing she'd come back. Everyone thinks he's lost his mind for never moving on, but they couldn't understand. It was never a choice.Seven years ago, Julia Mallinson left Denver, and even though it's the last place she wants to be, she's back. The years of infertility that she and Cole endured during their marriage wore her down past the point of breaking. And when she left, she didn't look back, couldn't look back, for the sake of her sanity, her heart.Between an accidental run-in at the grocery store and a meddling pregnant sister, Julia is forced to face the man she walked away from. The man who still, after all these years, has never moved on. Though neither has she.And in the end, she's left wondering if the past is ever left in the past.

"'Go inside, Adaline. Unless you want them to see this.' Imagine the guy you've always wanted just whispered that in your ear. That you have one night to see what you've been missing. I've had a crush on Emmett Ward for as long as I can remember. And not just because he looks like a Greek god and has the audacity to walk around like he could break your headboard given the chance. But I was friend-zoned from the start, so when he got drafted into the NFL and moved across the country, I moved on to someone else-and ended up with a broken heart. Now Emmett's on my doorstep claiming he never forgot about me. And this time...he's not looking at me like we're just friends anymore. The heat between us is undeniable, but I'm no fool. Football will always come first for Emmet Ward, and I'm scared I'll end up left behind with my heart in pieces again. But when he asks for one shot to win me over, I can't walk away. Even though I already know, one night will never be enough"--

Have you ever fake dated your bodyguard? I don't recommend it. Especially if he's anything like Erik Wilder: former football player, world class know-it-all and unapologetic grump. To be clear, I didn't want a bodyguard (hence the fake dating idea). Most days, I can't figure out why he wants the job either. We drive each other insane, probably because we're as opposite as two people can be. He's suspicious, never talks about his past and has the comfort skills of a cactus. I'm a happily-ever-after kind of girl who knows exactly what she wants out of life. Erik's words might say that the lines have to stay firm between us, but those dark eyes of his? They tell another story when he looks at me. He's just as stubborn as I am, but when our fake dating plan starts to feel a lot more real, it's only a matter of time before his professional walls come crashing down. I just have to hope my heart doesn't get buried in the rubble.

"Rule number 1 for the team owner's daughter? Don't date the players. Especially not hotheaded tight ends with tattoos and impulse control problems. That's why Dominic Walker is completely off my radar. Sort of. Babysitting the team troublemaker when he's forced to volunteer for the foundation where I work means I can't exactly avoid him. I wish I had though. Because once I get to know Dominic, it's almost impossible to ignore the feelings he brings out in me. Pretty soon, I'm breaking all my rules. I just have to hope he doesn't break my heart in the process.

"Former Dallas football player Burke Barrett is weathering a lot of changes. He s retired from football. He s mourning the loss of his best friend. And now he s been bequeathed a dilapidated house in northern Michigan he doesn t want. To his surprise it comes with a long-legged, blindly optimistic renovation manager with big ideas for Burke s inheritance. She s passionate, irritating, and irresistible. Restoration expert Charlotte Cunningham is used to rough exteriors. This surly client, with his stubbled jaw, towering physique, and inflexible attitude, is worth smoothing over. The attraction sizzles, and a proposal is in order: a romantic tryst to relieve the tension. No strings attached. A safe bet for both of them since Burke is prepared to renovate, sell, and move on. A pet project with an end date. Does that go for love too? Burke must decide what he really wants and what he s willing to risk. He should know by now that the best-laid plans can change in a heartbeat."--Provided by publisher.

My new neighbor is a complete jerk. A tall, brooding, tattooed jerk. I tried to be nice, bake some cupcakes for him and his adorable daughter, and the only reaction I could come up with to his ice-cold reception was to shove those pink cupcakes right into his muscular chest.In my defense, it was a rough week.Being back in Seattle for the first time in years was hard enough, the fact that I was there for the dispersal of my father's will made it even harder. I had no intention of staying, until I got a football stadium-sized surprise as my dad's final gift to me.No ... really. He left me a football team.It's how I found myself in a conference room, staring down the veteran quarterback who wants nothing to do with a new owner. And that quarterback? It's my tall, brooding, tattooed jerk of a neighbor.Now he's everywhere. Next door with his daughter. In meetings. Don't even get me started on away games.Luke Pierson is under my skin, and pretty soon, I'm not sure I want it any other way.