Inheriting her grandmother's home is a dream come true for web designer Maxine Turner. She's looking forward to a little freedom from the constant demands of her beloved, crazy mob of a family. When vandals expose just how vulnerable she is living alone, she seeks help.Ryan Claymore's well-thought-out life was wrenched out from under him when responsibility for his special-needs stepbrother landed on his shoulders. Going from military man to business man hasn't been easy. He counts himself lucky he's found Maxine to trade his security-system knowledge for her website expertise.The red-hot chemistry that sizzles between them comes from out of the blue, and they both fight a losing battle to resist. Even the secret Ryan hides isn't enough to keep Maxine from working her way into his heart--and his bed.But something else might tear them apart. Whoever seems determined to destroy her home, and her sanity along with it.

Maxwell Turner considers his stubborn and resourceful attitude a plus. After all, it usually gets him what he wants except for Natasha Bellingham. The long-time family friend may be ten years older than he, but so what? He s plenty old enough to know they belong together. Now all he has to do is convince her.Over the past few years Natasha s love life has degenerated into a series of bad cliches. Her biological clock is ticking loudly. As a proven architect with her own house-design company, she s financially ready for a baby. Who says she needs a permanent man in her life for that? She just needs a donation .When Max discovers Natasha s future plans include artificial insemination, he s outraged. She wants to get pregnant? No problem. He s more than willing to volunteer no turkey basters involved.But there s one non-negotiable clause: He wants forever. And he intends to do everything in his power fair and unfair to make it happen.Warning: This title contains one younger man ready, aimed and hell bent on giving one woman everything she wants. Includes interludes against the wall, in a Jacuzzi, on a car hood and even shockingly enough on a bed or two. Oh, and about that porch swing? Yup