Elise Faber Livres

Calle Stevens wasn't what one would call a risk-taker.She was steady. She was even. She was . . .Pregnant.Oh God. How was she pregnant? Well, she knew the how part, but that wasn't the point. Mistakes happened, condoms failed, birth control pills didn't work, and . . . she was pregnant by a man who'd broken up with her via text and then readily offered to sign away his parental rights when she'd told him she was keeping the baby.Her life was ruined.She'd just been hired as an assistant coach for the professional hockey team, the San Francisco Gold. She didn't have any family in the area, didn't have a partner. How was she going to have a baby?But then Cooper.A star player for the team, he'd found out about the baby and had insisted on coming with her to her first appointment, then had held her hair back when she'd spent the majority of her time christening the porcelain goddess before coming to the second, and then the third, and the fourth and-In fact, as much as she tried to push him away, he refused to keep his distance. And then when she was having a particularly weak moment, feeling fat and gross and completely unappealing, he held her like she was precious and . . . he kissed her.Then didn't stop.Calle didn't know what was scarier, the kiss or that she didn't want him to stop either.

The white dress.The diamond ring.The full church.The . . . missing groom.Molly Miller had become a cliché when Jackson Davis left her at the altar, but she'd crawled back from the heartbreak and embarrassment and was living her dream of running a successful eatery in San Francisco.Well, good riddance. She didn't need Jackson, or any other man in her life. She had Molly's, her restaurant, she had her customers, and she finally had found some happy.Who cared that she had unanswered questions as to why Jackson had left? It didn't matter. He'd gone and that was that. Moving on, grinding out one day in front of another, baking her way through her emotions and generally moving on with her life.Until . . . one early morning Jackson walked through the front door of her restaurant.And her whole world imploded

Shy.God, she was so painfully, awkwardly shy.Blurting out the wrong thing at the wrong time? Check.Puking in front of the class when she'd needed to give a speech? Double check.Critically, embarrassingly unable to summon any semblance of a rational thought when in the presence of an attractive man? Triple check.And she was surrounded by gorgeous, sexy men on a daily basis.As video coach for the San Francisco Gold hockey franchise, Dani spent her days wrapped in a technological bubble. She studied tape, prepared clips for the players, and generally avoided other people.Until Ethan.She'd thought he was going to ask her to fix his computer.Instead, he'd asked her out.On a date. A date! That didn't compute. It couldn't be right. No one asked her out-Ethan had.And suddenly, Dani thought it might be possible to leave her shy, awkward days behind her.

My life was boring until I met him.Painfully tedious, pathetically lonely, and I absolutely hated it.But I was too scared to do anything about it. Too scared to change . . . at least until I met Kace.I should have been terrified of him-scared of his size (he towered over my short, curvy self), freaked out by the fierce tats covering his arms and torso (they even crawled up his neck), and definitely frightened by the angry scowl he unleashed on anyone who dared to disrupt him (though this happened rarely, it still did happen).Except, Kace seemed to like me-shy, boring, socially inept me. He couldn't change the tats or the towering, but he rarely unleashed his trademark scowl on me.Okay, so maybe it was more like he tolerated me, but regardless, Kace didn't seem to care that I hung around the bar he worked at, putting my night owl tendencies to work as I wrote.See, my work was the only place I explored. My safe place to write as dirty and steamy and kinky of books as I wanted.My readers loved them-loved the hot sex, the tough alphas, the guaranteed happy endings. As thus, I made good money, only somewhat because I was a decent writer, but mostly because my imagination was very active, beyond active . . . some might even say too active.As for me personally? I'd never experienced anything close to the types of things I wrote.But I'd decided it was time to change that.With scowly, sexy, terrifying Kace.

A snowstorm traps two unlikely companions together: a regular person and a famous hockey player. As they navigate the challenges of being stuck indoors, unexpected chemistry develops between them. The story explores themes of romance, personal growth, and the impact of fame on relationships, offering a heartwarming narrative filled with humor and emotional depth.

Once upon a time, she was an intern, and he was a rookie. Logan had shattered Charlotte's heart, but now, as the new GM for the San Francisco Gold, she needed his skills to fill a gap in the roster. Despite her past with him, she was determined to focus on the team’s success. However, Logan had other plans—he wanted to mend the heart he had broken years ago. Meanwhile, Dani, the video coach for the Gold, lived in a tech-focused world, avoiding social interactions. She was shocked when Ethan, a charming player, asked her out on a date. It was unexpected; no one had ever shown interest in her like that. As she contemplated saying yes, her world began to shift. Then there was the story of another woman who once had her happy ending—a fiancé, a wedding, a future. But everything crumbled, leaving her shattered. After piecing her life back together, she found solace in her job as a skating coach for the Gold and the support of her friends. Just when she thought she had found peace, someone from her past knocked on her door, ready to change everything once again.

Everyone thought I had it together. That I was tough and powerful and a take-no-prisoners woman at the top of my industry.And I was. At work.I always sealed the deal, nabbed the contract, and I never failed to get someone to sign on the dotted line. At work, I was the best.My personal life, however, was a wreck. A giant, lonely wreck.Until, Cole.Cole was about as far away from my city girl polish as one could get. A retired hockey player, he wore jeans to my power suits, cowboy boots to my heels, ate simple food to my gourmet. Hell, he even lived on a ranch half the year.And yet . . . he also challenged my mind. Never gave me an inch. Not to mention, he was gorgeous, kind, incredibly insightful and always, always, called me on my B.S. He'd done it when I'd been his agent, and continued to do it every time we talked.He was everything I'd dreamed of . . . and also, everything I was terrified to have.*This book was previously published under the title, Bitch*

clusterf*@k noun A mismanaged and chaotic situation A complexly muddled mess A disordered and hectic condition Misty Hansen's life Lonely. Alone. By herself. The top three ways Misty had to describe herself-and it was no coincidence they all meant the same thing. She was single, almost pathetically so. It had been so long since she'd been with a man, she wasn't sure she could even remember what it was like. Hell, dust might float out if she took off her pants in the presence of the opposite sex. She was also well aware that she was lucky to have a place to live, a great brother, and awesome friends. She should just be content. But then she crashed into Chance-literally crashed-into the gorgeous man's SUV, totaling it, and managing to cause damage to her brother's house, all in one fell swoop. It was a total clusterf*@k. Because then the man ended up totaling her heart.

I hated him.From the moment I walked into Tig's Tattoo and Piercing I'd hated him.Garret was beautiful-because that was the way that fate worked and also because if I'd had anything in my life, it was bad luck. Still, with his derisive green eyes, tats peeking out from beneath the edges of his sleeves, and the scruff on his jaw, he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen in my life.He also seemed to delight in disrupting my life.I was there to fix a few pipes; he was there as a guest artist. I was there to do a job, he seemed to take pleasure in upsetting mine.I was a grown up.He was a tattooed troublemaker.This was not going to end well.Tattooed Troublemaker is a standalone story inspired by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward's (Stuck-Up Suit). It's published as part of the Cocky Hero Club world, a series of original works, written by various authors, and inspired by Keeland and Ward's New York Times bestselling series.

Once upon a time she'd had the happy ending.The doting fiancé.The expensive wedding.The happily-ever-after resting just at the tips of her fingers.Then in an explosion of glass, in a splintering of metal, everything had been taken from her.She'd shattered herself, had broken into a million tiny pieces.But eventually, she'd patched herself together, had hauled herself back into life, had built something she was content in. Content, but not happy. Never quite inching into happy again.Still, she had her friends, her job as a skating coach for the Gold, and she had her life. That was enough.And it had been enough.Until he knocked on her door.Until he came back and changed everything.

I'd wanted her from the first moment I'd seen her.But Billie Rose hadn't liked me. Not that I could blame her-I'd just been another of the annoying hockey players seemingly out to ruin her town. Thankfully, I'd finally gotten her to see me. To want me. But Billie was the most together person I'd ever met, and she regularly took on fixer-uppers of both the human and inanimate variety. I didn't want her to see me as a project. I wanted her to see me as me. As the man she wanted. As the man she loved. *This is book 2 in Joel and Billie Rose's story

She had no time in her life for a man. Least of all a swoony hockey player who was allergic to commitment. Jules was just trying to give her kid a good life. She worked hard, kept her head down, and avoided men like the plague. Because men were a plague. There was a reason she was a single mom, scraping together an existence, and faking it for her kid. She'd been burned. Bad. It didn't matter that Cas was successful and smart and could kiss like a dream... It didn't matter that he wanted her. She wouldn't put her heart on the line. Not ever again.

Sharp words. Luscious curves. Killer sniper skills.I had been in lust with Ava from the moment she’d taken my ass to the mat in a training session.I had been in love with her since she single-handedly saved a mission that had gone FUBAR, getting herself and her team out unscathed.She, meanwhile, had been in hate with me the entire time I’d known her.All the sharp words.All the dark glares.All the—Hot, secret kisses.But KTS, the secret military agency I worked for, the group that existed by oftentimes walking the line of legality, was in utter disarray.We had a traitor in our midst.One that put our mission in jeopardy. One made us forget all about that mission . . . Because suddenly we were in a fight for our lives.

Kate McLeod was desperate. Her younger sister was having her first baby, her younger brother was recently married, and ... Christmas was coming. And in the McLeod household, Christmas was everything. Every year her parents' house looked like an assembly of angels had puked everywhere. She was talking lights and glitter, garland and plaid. EVERYWHERE. All of that Christmas spirit was topped off with the annual McLeod Holiday Party, complete with mistletoe and happy couples and ... her lonesome single ass. Kate, the one everyone tried to set up with their friend or cousin or coworker. Kate, the oldest and pathetically unmarried sister. Kate, the sad, single San Franciscan. Well, this year she had a plan. She was going to get herself engaged. A diamond ring on her finger was the perfect way to get her family to back off. And she had just the perfect guy in mind

Once upon a time she'd been an intern.Once upon a time he'd been a rookie.Then he'd broken her heart. Well, not just broken it. He'd torn it to shreds. Shattered it. Freaking nuked it.But now Charlotte was older. Leaner. Meaner. Okay, so the last wasn't really true, but she'd certainly spent the eight years since her fling with one Logan Walker-star defenseman and that former rookie-building fortified walls around her heart at the same rate she built her career.She was great at building. Great at winning. So much so that she'd become the new GM for the Gold-a GM who was quite possibly going insane because she'd decided to bring Logan to the team. Her heart aside, the team needed his skills to win, needed him to plug a hole in the roster.What she didn't need?Logan deciding that the hole he wanted to plug was the one he'd created in her heart all those years before.

Kelsey Scott has never wanted anything more serious than a hookup. Work triumphs all, men are simply trainable orgasm machines, and her friends and family are everything.But with her brother's wedding rapidly approaching and matchmaking rapidly ensuing from all angles, she decides she needs a buffer from all the "perfect Mr. Rights," the white tulle and frumpy bridesmaid dresses, and-ick-the heart-warming vows.What she doesn't need is Tanner.Her ex.The only man who ever managed to weasel his way into her heart.And by typical male progression, the only man to break it.She's done with the gorgeous, chocolate-eyed man who chased her down, got her to open up, and then promptly tossed her aside. She's done with letting anyone past the barbed wire protecting her heart. Because if Kelsey has learned anything, it's that she loves fiercely . . . and stupidly.So no. No men, no matter how gorgeous. Definitely no emotional connections with those of the XY variety. And certainly no boyfriends. Not now. Not again. Not ever.But when she and Tanner get paired up as a bridesmaid and groomsman at her brother's wedding, Kelsey finds it hard to remember all her steadfast rules.Especially when it turns out that Tanner wants to get past all her defenses all over again.

Age was just a number.Or rather, for Artemis Lang, anything over eighteen was just a number.She was nearly forty, in excellent shape, with a nice face, and a decided weakness for pretty boys. She also didn't care if those pretty boys were her age or much younger. A man was a man and she loved men.But just because she was open to seeing younger men, didn't mean she was open to a future with them.Artemis lived her life in temporaries.Temporary relationships. Temporary production contracts. Temporary lengths of time in different locations around the world.No ties. No strings.That was better for everyone.Except, Pierce didn't see it that way, didn't understand they'd had their temporary fun and it was time to move on. Fifteen years her junior, Pierce was a talented young director, lovely on both the inside and out, great sense of humor, and frankly, he had the best set of abs she'd ever seen on any human. But the key word in the previous statement was young.And circling back to temporary.Except, Pierce had gotten it into his head that he didn't want temporary. He wanted Artemis and not just in his bed.He wanted her in his life . . . permanently.The scariest part? Artemis was worried she might want that too.

Heidi hadn’t meant to be a bad bridesmaid.She loved her best friend, and the man Kate was marrying.She just didn’t love the groom’s brother.The cocky—no pun intended—jerk had made Heidi aware of exactly how little he thought of her.Fine. Whatever.She’d thought they’d shared something…well, something more.Clearly, she’d been wrong, and now Brad was dead to her.Of course, that was before she had to walk down the aisle with him.

I was a failure.I’d grown up with two well-meaning, but also two overbearing parents, and, as the youngest of three siblings, I was the only one who wasn’t “successful.”I worked in a bar. In. A. Bar.Yup, that was me hearing my mother’s disappointed voice. Because everyone around me was climbing the corporate ladder or performing brain surgery. Hell, my own brother was succeeding as an actual rocket scientist. Meanwhile, I was slinging drinks and refining the art of mixing the perfect Cosmopolitan.I didn’t know what I wanted to do—other than not being a rocket scientist—or who I wanted to be when I grew up. And if I was being honest with myself, growing up had come and gone a while ago.I just . . . wanted to feel something.Excitement or pleasure or even to know what it was like get my heart broken. But nothing ever happened to me. I existed in this boring bubble of life, pouring drinks most nights, reading the others away, and . . . not feeling anything.Until I saw him.Then I felt everything.

Eden didn't do second dates.Not ever. Like never, ever.She wasn't built for them or for commitment or for anything that resembled a relationship. Been there, done that, got the lousy, souvenir T-shirt. She'd married young, divorced really young, and the only thing that crappy relationship had given her was a taste for how sweet her freedom could be.So now if she saw a man and liked him, she had him.No judgment, no censure or self-loathing. She took what they were willing to give for one night and moved on.Except for Damon Wood. He was beyond hot and she definitely liked him. But she hadn't had him.Because she knew if she did once would not be enough.Damon was a photographer by trade and since Eden was a former model, their paths had crossed plenty. He was professional, sexy as sin, and could have her in stitches at the exact wrong, or depending on the shot he was after, the exact right moment. So aside from his killer personality and gorgeous body, his photographs of her were her favorites.As in she cherished them.More than that, she dreamed about him-about Damon in her bed, against a wall, on the kitchen counter, the shower. And maybe . . . she dreamed about him in her life.For more than one date.As thus, she'd never dipped into the pool that was Damon Wood and never would. No way, no how, no-Then their paths crossed, she had a weak moment, and he ended up naked in her bed.And wouldn't leave.