Young And In Love: A STEAMY Five Book Collection

A STEAMY five book collection by Olivia T. Turner



1. I’ll Be Taking This



Spring Break is for wild girls.

I really don’t know why I’m here.

This is not my scene.

The excessive drinking, the half-naked bodies, the horrible decisions being made. Ugh.

I’d rather be studying.

So, when my friends throw me on stage for a wet t-shirt contest, I nearly die.

Hundreds of people are watching as the MC approaches with the water jugs to show off my jugs.

That’s when I see him.

Jackson.

Charging through the crowd like a nuclear bomb about to go off.

First, I feel the possessiveness in his eyes.

Then, I feel his hands on me, grabbing me, throwing me over his shoulder, stealing me away.

Saving me.

He’s the rich owner of the hotel and he’s not having any of this.

It’s not the wet t-shirt contest that he’s against.

It’s the hundreds of people watching.

He still wants me to get wet, but it will be for an audience of one.

Just me, him, a tight white shirt, and a big ole jug of water.

That’s a contest I don’t mind entering.




2. Spying On My Roommate



I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. Who hasn’t?

Languishing in my room twenty-four seven.

Working, sleeping, eating, drinking. Too much of all four.

I was totally going to lose my quarantine weight until that didn’t happen. At all.

Something had to change to shake things up.

Enter my new roommate, Emmett.

He hasn’t just shaken things up. He’s flipped and twisted me around in every position possible.

My world has never been so shaky.

There’s a hot shredded alpha prowling around my apartment and he has a slew of new rules.

He enforces them with a dominant hand and a possessive gaze.

Following the rules has never been so fun…

Everything is changing.

Comfort zone? Gone.

I’m trying all sorts of new and devilish things.

My little bubble has been popped.

And Emmett’s big prick was the thing that popped it.



3. Revved up



We were supposed to go to the Cheesecake Factory.

I had my heart set on an Oreo Dream Extreme Cheesecake.

I should have known better when going out with my delinquent cousin.

Instead of the Cheesecake Factory, she takes me to an abandoned factory.

There’s an illegal street race going on outside and she drags me into the middle of it.

It’s not my scene. At all.

So, I’m as shocked as my cousin when they choose me to drop the flag.

I’m terrified standing in the headlights while several rumbling engines wait for me to start the race.

I yank the flag down and all the cars whizz by.

Except for one.

Dillon Sanders—street racer, alpha badass, extreme hottie—is still sitting there, staring at me in awe.

The connection is immediate.

The sudden longing is intense.