Excerpt 1  Last Call, Love At Last #1
“Please, Jordan. Tell me there won’t be any more contracts to sign.”
I slowly open my eyes and turn my head a little.
“As long as you tell me there’ll be no need for them.”
“Do you really need me to say it?”
“I just want you to be honest.”
“About what?”
I gather my courage. “About us.”
His eyes widen, his hands moving onto my hips.
“Skylar is in the other room,” I remind him. “She might see us.”
“You’re lucky she’s here,” he teases, “or no one could save you from me.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
He grins smugly. “I like that you’re not scared of me. And I like that you used that word.”
“What word?”
“Us.”
“It’s actually more accurate to call it a personal pronoun.”
“Don’t make me close that mouth for you.”
My body shivers at the thought of his mouth on mine.
“Even though something tells me you’d like it.”
I part my lips instinctively, as he gazes at my mouth.
“I know you’d like it, Headmistress.”
“Oh, shut up,” I manage, miraculously.
“Or what?” he teases, pressing his chest against mine. “Will you put me in detention?”

Excerpt 2 Last Call, Love At Last #1
“Just give me until the end of the tournament to prove to you that I’m not as bad as you think I am.”
“Then what?”
“Then I’ll win, and we can go on our date, like we planned.”
“You’re too confident.”
“You know as well as I do that we’ll win.”
“I’m not talking about the tournament. You’re too confident that I like you.”
“Oh, really?”
“I never told you anything of the sort.”
“True – but you’re still in time to say it.”
“I’m not going to say it.”
“Because you’re too proud to admit it? Or because you don’t want to give me the satisfaction?”
“Have you ever considered the idea that you might just not be my type?”
“No.”

Excerpt About Last Night, Love At Last #2
When I open the door and see her standing in front of me, wearing a hoodie two sizes too big for her, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes wide and hopeful that she’s in the right place, all I want to do is forget about all my usual bullshit, wrap her up in my arms and kiss away all her insecurities. I want to show her that this isn’t just the right place for her; it’s the only place for her. For us both.
“C-cookies.” She shoves a tin under my nose. “They gave them to me at school.”
I smile at her nervousness.
“You’re really making an impression on those kids, Ms. White.”
She smiles.
“They told me to eat them with hot chocolate.”
“That’s good advice.”
“They’re for you. To say thank you.”
“Aside from the fact that you don’t need to thank me for anything, are you really trying to give me a recycled present?” 
She blushes violently
“No, I didn’t want to… I would’ve made you something, but I’m no good.”
I’m overwhelmed by such a sudden urge to kiss her – to make her forget about all these ridiculous thoughts – that it’s almost painful.
“You don’t have to do anything for me, Ms. White.”
She bites her lip nervously.
“But if you really insist on giving me these biscuits, then… I accept.”
She relaxes a little.
“On one condition.”
“What?”
“That you come inside and eat them with me.”
“Y-you want me to come in?”
I move away from the door and pull it fully open, inviting her in. She smiles at me, torn between feeling overwhelmingly shy and happy, before stepping inside. I close the door behind us.
Do you ever get that feeling where just one movement, one step, one word, or even a second of silence, could change the course of your life? It’s the way I feel right now, in the exact moment that Ms. White turns to me to show me the tin of biscuits.
I’ll eat those biscuits with you, Ms. White. As long as you promise not to let me meet the same fate one day.

Excerpt One Last Kiss, Love At Last #3
I close the door behind me and drop my bag to the floor, before taking a few steps into the apartment, drawn in by the laughter and voices of my daughters, and the relaxing music wafting through the air. I stop in the kitchen doorway, where Eve and Zoe are intent on making something with Rian.
“Daddy!” Eve is the first to notice me. “We’re baking!”
“Baking…?” I ask, my eyes landing on her.
“Apple tart. My mum’s recipe.”
“It’s a secret!” Zoe says enthusiastically. “But we know it!”
“And you confided a family secret to my daughters?”
Rian smiles, flour on her nose and shirt. “I trust them.”
And I trust you.
I trust you, and the fact that you’re trying with all your strength not to hurt them – and not to hurt me.

Excerpt The Last One, Love At Last #4
“Ms. O’Donnell.”
“What?”
“My surname. O’Donnell.”
“Mine is…”
“I didn’t ask. I’m telling you mine. You can call me Ms. O’Donnell.”
“Are you serious?”
“Good morning, Ms. O’Donnell. Or good evening, depending on the circumstance.”
“Can I wish you goodnight, too?”
“You’re not helping yourself.”
I laugh. I like winding her up – mainly because she doesn’t flinch.
“Are you telling me I can’t even say your name?”
“Only friends use my name.”
“And I’m not a friend?”
“No.”
“And I’ll never become a friend?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ve seen me naked. And usually, friends don’t see each other naked.”
“Is that one of your rules?”
“It’s just become one.”
“A special rule for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not even my type.”
“What is your type?”
“That’s something I don’t share with strangers or acquaintances. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work waiting for me.”
She slowly walks to the entrance, under my watchful gaze. I can’t help but fixate on the slinky, sensual movement of her hips.
“Ms. O’Donnell?” I call. She stops and looks around at me again.
“I hope you have a great day.”
“I thought it would be. Now I’m not so sure.”