Prickly Pear Springs Series by Cassie Mint

Dear Diary, It’s been three years since I confessed my love to my English teacher–but my heart still did somersaults today when I saw him at work. He was horrified by my letter back then, just like he was shocked to see me today. Well hey–I didn’t invite him to the library! He was on my turf. The big jerk.And I’d give anything to stay far, far away from that knowing gaze, but his class will be coming here all semester. We’ll be in close quarters.Yep, I’m going to die of humiliation every day... moreDear Diary, It’s been three years since I confessed my love to my English teacher–but my heart still did somersaults today when I saw him at work. He was horrified by my letter back then, just like he was shocked to see me today. Well hey–I didn’t invite him to the library! He was on my turf. The big jerk.And I’d give anything to stay far, far away from that knowing gaze, but his class will be coming here all semester. We’ll be in close quarters.Yep, I’m going to die of humiliation every day.Because even though he turned me down so harshly, even though I’m a grown woman now, I still want him. I still dream about him in bed each night.Mr Finch can never know how I feel.And he needs to stop staring at me like that. Dear Diary is a short and steamy instalove story, starring a heart-sick scribbler and her forbidden crush. less

Here’s a secret I’ll never confess: I listen to my boss’s voice in bed every night. No, he’s not with me under the covers. That would be too freaking delicious, and he’d never want me like that.The truth is, it’s a habit. One I started months ago, long before I began working for the famous narrator. I didn’t even realize the job was with him until my first day–and by then, I couldn’t turn back.I need the money. He needs an assistant. We both need to stop staring at each other and get a grip... moreHere’s a secret I’ll never confess: I listen to my boss’s voice in bed every night. No, he’s not with me under the covers. That would be too freaking delicious, and he’d never want me like that.The truth is, it’s a habit. One I started months ago, long before I began working for the famous narrator. I didn’t even realize the job was with him until my first day–and by then, I couldn’t turn back.I need the money. He needs an assistant. We both need to stop staring at each other and get a grip.Because his voice in my ear is all I’ll ever have.And that man? He’s pure ear candy. This is a short and steamy instalove story, starring a smooth-toned narrator and his off limits assistant. less

He’s older. Husky. Has a sandy red beard. He’s everything I crave. I’ve wanted my burly neighbor for years, swooning every time he brings the mail. You’d think he’d see my blushes and trembling hands–you’d think he’d know he makes me weak at the knees.But Mr Erickson has never asked for a date. I guess he’s gorgeous and oblivious. And for a long time, my next-door crush has been enough for me.But I’m getting so lonely... moreHe’s older. Husky. Has a sandy red beard. He’s everything I crave. I’ve wanted my burly neighbor for years, swooning every time he brings the mail. You’d think he’d see my blushes and trembling hands–you’d think he’d know he makes me weak at the knees.But Mr Erickson has never asked for a date. I guess he’s gorgeous and oblivious. And for a long time, my next-door crush has been enough for me.But I’m getting so lonely. Every time he buys a coffee from me, every time he waves from his front door, he steals a piece of my heart.This is no use. I can’t hold back any longer.I’m gonna show my gentle giant that he’s it for me. Coffee Crush is a short and steamy instalove story, starring a gruff, hefty biker and the girl who loves him just as he is. less

A strange man watches me sleep every Monday night. It’s okay, though. He’s my grumpy scientist. Yep, there are easier ways to make a few bucks. But I haven’t slept well in months, and if I’m miserable, I might as well turn a profit. Right?It’s not like it’s weird. It’s a proper sleep clinic. A real study.And the hot researcher is completely professional. Such a pity.Because feeling his eyes on me… it’s like a drug... moreA strange man watches me sleep every Monday night. It’s okay, though. He’s my grumpy scientist. Yep, there are easier ways to make a few bucks. But I haven’t slept well in months, and if I’m miserable, I might as well turn a profit. Right?It’s not like it’s weird. It’s a proper sleep clinic. A real study.And the hot researcher is completely professional. Such a pity.Because feeling his eyes on me… it’s like a drug. Nothing else makes me so tingly, except maybe his cool voice floating through the lab speakers. Trouble sleeping? It only gets worse when I’m here.Because I don’t want to drift off.I want to torment the grump until morning. Sweet Dreams is a short and steamy instalove story, starring a stern scientist and his gorgeous, maddening subject. less