Christa Simpson: 7 books

Find the girl. Trick the girl. Collect the reward. His plan was foolproof. Strong, seductive and sexy as hell. Harley Gates is all those things. He’s a renowned PI who rides above the law, because he’s worth more to the cops on the front line than in a jail cell. When a new client puts...

Matt is good at fixing things . . . but he quickly learns that people are a little more difficult to put back together. Matthew Knight is a ladies man. He’s as handsome as he is sinister, with a natural charm that wows the skirt off every woman he passes. Having already had a piece, Felicia...

Skylar has rules. Destiny has him breaking every last one of them. Destiny was looking forward to a bit of solitude in the north to beat away the winter blues. That was the plan. Destiny liked plans. But plans don’t always work out the way you want them to. Skylar never expected to...

Can a man and woman be just friends? After graduating from law school with honours, Edwin Santora, Abigail’s occasional ex and handsome housemate, could get a job anywhere he wants. Of all the places to land, why does he take a position with her small firm? As if sharing a house with her...

Abigail feared that she had given up on the love of her life, until she met the man of her dreams. Abigail Jenkins was lucky enough to find one man that met all of her expectations. Edwin Santora was that man, recklessly handsome and fun-loving, with a body carved from stone. But it wasn't...

Edwin Santora is the kind of man every woman wants to be “friends” with. He was Abigail’s first love, the love of her life, but when the devastatingly handsome Edwin admitted he just wasn’t ready to settle down and have kids, Abigail was left back at ground zero surrounded by the remnants...

Dustin Miller is off limits . . . I know what we're doing is wrong, but he’s the one wielding all the power, controlling my body with a single menacing look. He tells me he can be my dark little secret and I’m honestly having a hard time saying no. I can’t resist him . . . I’m supposed...