L B Dunbar

Meeting Bolan Adler, professional baseball catcher and single dad, is a complicated story. One involving a one-time kiss when I was young and silly. And a two-time tryst as some kind of midlife breakdown moment. Anyway, in the game of baseball, three strikes mean: you're out. I thought my third one might happen when Bolan Adler is the newest client of the sports management agency I work for. The same business that just promoted me to agent status when I haven't asked for the position. Also, the ridiculous company that wrote up a reputation repair report for the newest member of the Chicago Anchors which includes: Bolan Adler needs a wife. He's decided I'm it. Only this isn't a game of tag. Hearts are on the line when I meet Bolan's sweet sixteen-month-old, and my role goes from babysitting the bad boy of baseball to bonus-mom for his precious daughter. Complicated, like I said. Add in when my fake husband starts tossing out real emotions about love, marriage, and another baby, and I'm just hoping to stay out of the strike zone. Because the obvious opponent on the field is love. Will it win or lose at the end of the season?

These former friends might be faking their engagement but revealed crushes prove there might not be anything fictional about their arrangement. In college, I often saw Judd Sylver in the library. He was a cool, broody type of guy who reminded me of a deeply tortured soul who might write poetry. He was very different from the boy I met in third grade on National Make a New Friend Day when I passed him a note, asking if he wanted to be my new friend: Check yes or no.(I'm a bit obsessed with calendar days.)He was also vastly different from the young man who stood me up after I asked him to his prom. Twenty years later, I can let bygones be bygones, especially when he rescues me from a bad date. Then I witness him breaking up with his girlfriend which resulted in a sticky coffee drink on his chiseled cheeks and ice cubes on his fine-fitting jeans. I offered him a napkin. Hey, once a friend, always a friend, right? *insert sarcasm*However, Judd takes us to the next level at my mother's garden party, where a misunderstanding occurs with a teeny tiny slip of the tongue and a precious ring on my finger. And suddenly, I'm Judd's fianc e. Fake or not, things are about to get a little too real with my old friend.

These former friends might be faking their engagement but revealed crushes prove there might not be anything fictional about their arrangement. In college, I often saw Judd Sylver in the library. He was a cool, broody type of guy who reminded me of a deeply tortured soul who might write poetry. He was very different from the boy I met in third grade on National Make a New Friend Day when I passed him a note, asking if he wanted to be my new friend: Check yes or no.(I'm a bit obsessed with calendar days.)He was also vastly different from the young man who stood me up after I asked him to his prom. Twenty years later, I can let bygones be bygones, especially when he rescues me from a bad date. Then I witness him breaking up with his girlfriend which resulted in a sticky coffee drink on his chiseled cheeks and ice cubes on his fine-fitting jeans. I offered him a napkin. Hey, once a friend, always a friend, right? *insert sarcasm*However, Judd takes us to the next level at my mother's garden party, where a misunderstanding occurs with a teeny tiny slip of the tongue and a precious ring on my finger. And suddenly, I'm Judd's fianc e. Fake or not, things are about to get a little too real with my old friend.

When a sexy silver fox meets a breast cancer survivor on vacation, love might be just what the doctor ordered. Cancer free. Were there any sweeter words? Grateful for this second chance, I was ready to live, and the first celebratory step was a trip to Hawaii with my grown children. Two weeks to reconnect, reboot, and refresh. I hadn't planned on the awakening adventure of meeting him-Tommy Carrigan. Not Tom. Not Thomas. But Tommy, even in his mid-forties. His salt and pepper hair gave his age away, with the slightly longer locks curling at his neck in shimmery silver and black satin. My mouth dried when he looked in my direction. My cheeks heated. He wasn't a young man, but all-male. His tight T-shirt showed off the sexiness of an older man-barrel chest, firm abs, confidence-leaving not much to the imagination. But my imagination ran rampant, as did my heart. Falling in love with a former rock star might not have been on the doctor's prescription pad, but this late in life, I wasn't passing up the unexpected. Only, what happens after the vacation ends?+ + + From L. B. Dunbar comes a romantic comedy containing a sexy silver fox, a breast cancer survivor, lust at first yoga position, a rock band, a Hawaiian holiday, swoon-worthy bedroom time, and a second chance at love (over 40).

When a sexy silver fox encounters a single mother in crisis mode, love might be the second chance to fix both their hearts. Forty-one and feeling unaccomplished, my midlife crisis begins with burnt toast on my birthday. Hardworking yet underappreciated, I never say no-not to my ex-husband; not to my three children-but I want to. Boy, do I want to. But, when chance encounters continue to bring me face-to-face with a sexy silver fox, for the first time, I want to say yes, yes, yes to him-Hank Paige. As a recovering alcoholic and former rock star, he once had it all: fame, fortune, and females. In the past, his big heart landed him a damsel in distress gone wrong, and I don't want to be another hot mess on his list. Fighting her ghost in the midst of questioning everything about myself isn't what I need either. However, what can I do when the solution to making my life feel not-so-less might be the something-more he's offering?+++From L. B. Dunbar comes another romantic comedy containing a sexy silver fox, a woman having a midlife crisis, her three teenage boys, an auto-repair shop, some cupcake frosting, steamy bathroom scenes, and a second chance at love (over 40).

When a sexy silver fox, and a man of means, meets his next-door neighbor's sister, healing her broken heart might be worth more than gold. At the ripe age of forty-seven, I find myself reflecting on love, and the lack thereof. Exhausted by life, I ran away from my small, mountain town to the opposite coast hoping for some perspective. Instead, I end up plowed over by a smelly, wet dog on the beach. I don't care for dogs. Then I met its owner-Garrett Fox. My brother's next-door neighbor is fit and fine at fifty, and the last thing he wants to do is entertain the train-wreck of me. As a financial investor, he prides himself on possessions not emotions. There is no wealth in love, he claims, but I recognize a fellow burned-by-love heart. Besides being opposites in every other way, we have this one thing in common. And that pesky connection gets me in heart-trouble once again, because you aren't supposed to fall in love when your life is falling apart, right?+ + + From L. B. Dunbar comes another romantic comedy containing a sexy silver fox, next-door neighbor; a woman on a self-reflection life-trip; a hyper chocolate Lab; classic movies, and panty-melting steamy bits plus a second chance at love (over 40).