5 Books by Amanda Horton

5 Books by Amanda Horton

Overview: Hi, I am Amanda Horton. I am a Boston native girl now living in London. I have a bachelors degree from Boston University and now spend my time traveling the world and writing Romances. My love for romantic writing started at an early age, when I could not think of anything better to do than read classics like Pride & Prejudice, Gone with the Wind, Norwegian Wood.. I enjoy my work because it helps my readers entertain themselves, and forget the stress of the real world for some time.
Genre: Romance

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Her Greek Protector – Trust seems so easy to talk about, but giving it is another thing entirely.
I came to Greece to find a new path for my life. To be independent of any one person.
But he’s back from the dead, and my body seems to have a mind of its own. When he touches me, I can’t help myself ; he’s starred in too many of my late night fantasies.
With our fling comes a danger to my life, and he ruins everything by trying to protect me, control me.
I can’t give in…not again.
Once was enough to set my body on fire and now I know I’ll never find another man like him. I’m ruined for all other men.
I don’t know if I can trust him with my body and heart, but his enemies have put us both in a position where I don’t have a choice. I’m going to give him a second chance to protect me, once and for all.
Will he break my trust again or win my heart forever?

Daddy’s RockStar Friends (New Extended Version) – My teenage fantasies want me. All four of them.
If I could just kiss all of them: my fantasy for Banshee, America’s top rock band and my daddy’s best friends. Ten years later and right out of business school, I have one week to clean the biggest PR mess a band has ever created. One week or I ruin my father’s firm.
Leather jackets, bare chests, cigarette smoke, the dejavu alone has my throat dry and panties wet. I am a mess! I tremble as Cole, Tobias, Jersey and Rory, stare through me with their steely looks. If intent counts, I’d be naked and spread on the same table where I lay my damage control plan.
They want me. All four of them.
I just can’t say no, when they put me in their hot tub. Wet, steamy, desire oozing from my body, I manage to stand as the rockstars close in, moments from making me the luckiest fan girl alive. They pass me gently, and I love each one. Love flows hard, like a waterfall. My father would freak out, but we’ve got to make this arrangement work.
I am the missing link to this band, and they are my teenage fantasy!

Single Daddy’s Valentine – A valentine’s date from hell!
Running my defense company in DC, and raising my son Louie as a single daddy is my life. Should I marry again? Hell-No! One heart-break is enough.
But my dad just died and left me his South Dakota farm on one condition – I need to marry a girl from South Dakota. Did I mention Louie’s mom was also from here? I am out! It’s fine If my degenerate brother Matt gets the farm, but I am not repeating my mistake.
Bieber once said, you can never say never, and there she was, Lana – the girl I saw grow up on our farm. A lot younger, but a little girl no more. The voluptuous, rugged goddess asks me out for her Valentines Day ball, and turns my life upside down.
A little bit of fun was all I had in mind, until our rendezvous turns into a deal. A fake marriage to get me the farm and have her family stay on. Fair deal right?
Well, now her life is in danger and I have to protect her, even if I must stay back for the rest of my life. I repeated my mistake, I mingled with a South Dakota girl, and now I have to pay the price! And it’s a hefty one.

Back with the Stuntman – Holding onto America’s hottest stuntman; jumping off cliffs, skinny dipping in waterfalls…
Bill — that son of a gun ! Never in my wildest dreams did I think his libido would drive him so far as to bring a prostitute in our home. I had had enough. I wasn’t going to let myself feel like a 45 year old with nothing to offer. So I broke our marriage and made a bet that in six months I’d show him what I was made of!
My plan was Hollywood — to live the lost dream; go back to my passion; and light up the hills of L.A. once more.
And just when I’d lost all hope, the universe bumped me to into him. Jeff Douglas, the craziest stuntman, playboy and now hollywood producer from back in the day. The sparkling blue eyes, chiseled face, and sculpted body lit a fire in me like it was 1998 all over again.
Jeff had an offer – to play the lead, crime-fighting redhead in his new pilot. And so, at forty-five I turned into an ass-kicking actor, and felt like a fourteen-year-old girl with a high school crush. But I wasn’t in Hollywood to warm beds or play with fire, I was there to light my own.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get more complicated (or steamy), Bill showed up…

Her Rock Star Friend – My teenage fantasies want me. All four of them.
Banshee is America’s top rock band. They’re also the biggest assets my father’s company has. I’m fresh out of business school, and I have one week to clean the biggest PR mess a band has ever created. One week or I ruin my father’s firm.
But now I’m surrounded by leather jackets, bare chests, cigarette smoke, and fantasies that keep encroaching as I try to save the boys from themselves.
Tobias only gets better with age. His dazzling smile and gentle hands are the perfect contrast to his sweat-and-black-leather public image.
Cole is a playboy with an attitude that got the band into this mess – and exactly the sort of mischievous grin I know I shouldn’t fall for.
Rory is the quiet one – mysterious, in my book. The drummer with a faraway look in his eyes as he stays above the fray.
Jersey says he owes my dad, but I can’t imagine a man of his talent owing anyone anything. He and Cole have been fighting over the songs they wrote for years. It’s my job to help bring them back together.
And somehow, they all seem to want me.
It’s hard to focus on damage control when they all look at me and lick their lips. When each rocker keeps trying to get me alone and show off their way with words.
Still, I’ve got to lay down the law with these boys – or watch their band break up.
This could be a recipe for disaster.
Or for the best week of my life.

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