Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
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Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)
Evie Mitchell eBook Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)

Capricorn Cove Bundle (EBOOK)

    This steamy interconnected, small town romance series has it all: curvy goddesses falling for sexy men, why choose throuples, grumpy-sunshine romances, second chance relationships, and even a rockstar heartthrob discovering his living muse.

    Get ready for laughter, swoon-worthy moments, and plenty of spice. Each book follows a different couple as they navigate their way to a unique and unforgettable love story. Don't miss out on the fun – dive into the completed series today!

    And as a special bonus, enjoy The A-List Audiobook and the first in the Dogg Pack series. Get your copy now today to fall in love with Capricorn Cove! 

    Each book is a stand-alone, interconnected, small town, spicy romantic comedy!

    TROPES included in this series!

    • Small town
    • Blue Collar
    • Friends to lovers
    • One night stand extended
    • Plus size female main characters
    • Will they, won't they
    • Why choose? 
    • Arranged marriage 
    • Amnesia 
    • Brother's best friend 
    • Second Chance 
    • Oops we did it again! And again... and again... 

    Curl up and binge the series today!

    Note: All Steamy and Sweet books are the same, it is only the covers that are different.

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    Books in this bundle include:

    The Shake Up
    My milkshakes may bring all the boys to my bar, but that doesn’t mean they wanna hang around for dessert. Despite being the perfect woman – attractive, confident and a world-class chef – I’m not marriage material. I’ve resigned myself to that fact. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want a man in my bed.And Mac? Or should I say, Mac-Daddy? Well, he’s just the man I’m looking for.Temporary.
    Or so I thought.

    Tropes: A one night stand, house mates to more, oops we did it again and again!

    Double the D
    I'd always watched Drake Andrews and Dane Butler from afar. Hotter than hell, I'd fantasised about my Double D's with the kind of need that had Satan engraving my seat in Hell. When they'd left our small town, I continued to keep track even as I'd breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't ever risk revealing just how much I wanted them. Only now they're back. And that unfortunate fantasy? Well, it's returned - harder and hotter than ever.
    I hope I'm ready to Double the D.

    Tropes: Why choose?, small town, second chance, high school crush turned hot adults

    Muffin Top
    For years my momma's been at me to lose some extra pounds. To shape up, slim down and look like the pageant queen she'd always wished me to be. But everyone knows the best part of the muffin is the top—and baby, I'm delicious as I am.
    I hadn't planned on running into my high school crush at a Halloween party while dressed as a cupcake. One glance and I was ready for my high school crush to take a bite.
    Pity Sheriff Tristan Rodriguez avoided baked goods like the plague... Or does he?

    Tropes: High school crush turned hot cop, plus size woman,

    The Mrs Clause
    My wife has no idea what she's asking for, a baby? Oh, I can help with that. But she's opened the door now, and I'm not about to let her close it again. This Christmas it's time to unwrap my favourite gift - one piece of clothing at a time.

    Tropes: Arranged marriage, holiday romance, second chance, BBW

    New Year, Knew You
    I love my wife. The problem is, I no longer like her. After our wedding, she morphed from the dorky barefooted hippy into a prim and proper Stepford wife whose tongue is sharper than a sword.When Emily wakes up from a coma claiming not to remember the last five years – I'm sceptical. But then she shows signs of the old her. The woman who eats burgers with extra fries, who wants to learn how to juggle, who plays the violin naked and dreams of exploring every beach the world has to offer. And I have to ask myself – what if I just ignore the last five years? What if this is our do-over?

    Tropes: Amnesia, second chance, holiday romance

    Double Breasted
    When meeting the woman I might want to spend the rest of my life with, I expected sparks not a goddamned fire.
    Willow is funny, creative, intriguing—and available.
    But I've been burned before, and I know she's hiding something. After all, no one just up and buys a chicken farm… right?

    Tropes: Instalove, fish out of water, falls fast, Halloween romance

    As You Wish
    I love cosplay. The costumes, the make-up, the ability to become anyone I want. Which is why Halloween is my favorite time of the year.
    And this year? I need to be confident, sensual, and have just a little bit of magic on my side if I'm going to catch the eye of my brother's best friend – Caleb Prince.
    He might be the deputy sheriff of our little town, but he's the king of my heart… if only he would look my way.

    Tropes: Second chance, brother's best friend, halloween romance, oops I did it again

    You Sleigh Me
    I need a million dollars. I don't have even ten bucks in my bank, but I need a cool million by Christmas if I want to save the town's wildlife reserve.
    Enter Wolf Rodriguez, local good boy, international heartthrob, and lead singer of Metal Heart the hottest band in the world.
    Oh, and my ex-highschool crush.
    I just have to convince him to help me pull off the fundraiser of a lifetime… even if being around the attractive rocker turns me into a bumbling, blushing fool.
    Turns out, Wolf likes that kind of thing.

    Tropes: Holiday romance, Christmas romance, high school crush,

    Meat Load
    She's serious. She's proper. I'm into her. This is one loaded relationship.

    Tropes: Husky hero, shy ice queen heroine, melts for him

    Resolution Revolution
    Have you ever had a meme made of your name? I have. Every single day. It's what people think about before they even meet me. "Oh, she's such a Karen." Charming.
    In part, that's why I keep to myself, hiding behind my microphone as the voice of The Wicked Women Podcast. Only this year my producer wants to get me out of the studio and trying new things.
    So we make a set of new year resolutions, which includes me being forced out into the world.
    I hate the world. The world sucks.
    Or at least it did before I met Will. I find I quite like the world when it involves the owner of our local lumber company.
    And I'm discovering a new interest in hardwoods.

    Tropes: Mature couple, silver fox, adventures, to do list


    Puppy Love
    Hayden Dogg is frustrating. Annoying. Arrogant. And way too caring for his own good. I said yes to the charity calendar, expecting to cuddle cute animals—not get an eyeful of his rather impressive chest. We might fight like cats and dogs but maybe, deep down, there's room for a little puppy love.

    Tropes: Fish out of water, instalove, she's not interested, he falls first, puppies and kittens


    "Yeah, the tires on both sides blew so I'm holed up until I can get a replacement tomorrow," I told my best friend and boss as the cute waitress slid a tall glass of cider across the bar. She gave me a wink, then skipped off to serve the next customer.

    "Do you want me to come pick you up? It's only an hour and a half drive," Gunnar asked. I heard movement in the background and the jingling of keys.

    "Nah, I'm good. The tow guy said the mechanic has the tires in stock. I'll be back on the road tomorrow."

    "You sure?"

    I lifted the glass to my lips. "Positive. By the time you get here, it wouldn't even be worth heading back, we'd just be sitting around waiting for the mechanic to open."

    "Okay man, I'll see you tomorrow."

    "Have a good night, and tell Ella hi for me."

    "Will do."

    We hung up, and I took my first long drink. The bar Tok up half the ground floor of the hotel. An older establishment, it wasn’t exactly my usual scene. Fancy and expensive with a ridiculous number of businessmen in suits and ties and women wearing a mix of corporate and cocktail.

    I looked down at my worn jeans and grinned. 

    It’s a wonder they allowed me in with these dusty boots.

    "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

    The low voice held a hint of a crisp British accent.

    I glanced over my shoulder and immediately felt my body react. 

    Yes, please. 

    Slim with long dark hair that she'd brushed into generous waves, her lips were a full delicious red that reminded me of hot nights and sweet cherries. Her clothing was also siren red, a little crop top that tied just under her small breasts with a high-waisted long skirt that would have looked almost chaste if not for the thin band of skin at her waist and the split along one side that showed her leg right up to the top of her thigh.

    Is she wearing panties?

    "No," I finally choked out, shifting slightly to give her more space. "No one's using it."

    She flashed a smile that reached her dark eyes, and my world tilted.

    Well fuck a duck and feather me with tar.

    She placed her small clutch on the bar and reached for the drinks menu, pursing her lips as she considered the options.

    Say something!

    "You come here often?"

    I cringed, hearing the stereotypical pick-up line coming out of my mouth. In an effort to minimise damage, I gestured down at my clothes. "Obviously, I don't. Didn't realise I'd missed the dress code by a couple of levels."

    She laughed, dropping the menu to swivel slightly toward me. "This is my first time. I'm only in town for the night."

    "Work?" I asked, trying to flag the bartender down to get her a drink.

    "Something like that." She nodded at my beer. "Is that the house cider?"

    "Good eye. It's not bad."

    She reached for my drink. "May I?"

    I nodded, watching as she lifted it, turning the glass until her lips touched where mine had been moments earlier.

    My cock went rigid in 2.5 seconds.

    "Mm.” She set the glass back on the wooden bar top, licking her lips. "You're right, it's quite good."

    I had to look like a fucking idiot as I gawked at her, shifting on my seat to try and hide the fact a certain part of me enjoyed this way too fucking much.

    Don’t read into this. Don’t be a fucking creep. Don’t read into this. 

    "Have you ordered?" she asked, lifting the food menu and beginning to read.

    "Nah, figured I'd have a drink then order some room service."

    She lifted an eyebrow, giving me a teasing smile. "Is that an invitation?"


    I took a gamble. "You want it to be?"

    Her gorgeous eyes drifted from my face and down my chest, her eyelashes fluttering for a moment as she caught sight of my erection.

    "I think I do," she murmured, her body drifting toward mine.

    The bartender arrived, looking a little frazzled. "Another?" she asked me with a harried smile.

    "Yeah, and we'll get…" I looked at the woman, raising an eyebrow, inviting her to order.

    "A margarita."

    The waitress nodded and bustled away while I considered the stunning woman beside me.

    "I'm Mac, by the way." I held out a hand, using it as an excuse to touch her.

    She slid her palm against mine. "I'm Ani."

    "Annie," I repeated, liking how her name tasted on my tongue.

    "Here you go.” The bartender slid our drinks across the wood. "Add it to your room tab?" she asked me.


    She hurried away, rushing to serve the next customer. The bar had gotten louder and more crowded as the Friday night business rush converged with those looking to hit the town.

    I lifted my glass, tilting it Annie's way. "To new friends."

    Her lips quirked up into an attractive smile. "I'll toast to that."

    We clinked our glasses together, both of us taking a long drink. She pulled the glass away from her mouth, leaving a gap in the salt and an imprint of her lipstick.

    I wanted to see that cherry red shade decorate my cock.

    "So," Annie said, her tongue darting out to catch the salt crystals sticking to her glorious lips. "You mentioned room service?"

    The desire that has been crackling through my veins ignited, burning through me, and chasing away any thoughts of reason.

    "I'm in room 908." My voice was unrecognizable, rough with need and growly with want.

    Annie slid from the barstool, her skirt catching on the seat, sliding higher to reveal her tawny thigh.

    All that glorious skin, perfectly bared for me.

    Room. Now.

    She tipped her drink back, downing it quickly before turning away. With a flick of her hair, she shot me a saucy grin over her shoulder. "Shall I lead the way… Mac?"

    I liked the way my name sounded coming from between those lips.

    I followed her from the bar and across the lobby to the elevator. Our bodies brushed as we stole glances while waiting for the cart to arrive.

    "Phew! Busy night in there, isn't it?" A man appeared beside Annie, shaking his head.

    We both nodded, making affirmative sounds. The tension between us was thick and built as we waited. I embraced it, aware of the way my body had begun to tune into hers.

    Our breathing matched. Our hands drifting close to each other but not touching. Our gazes caught, held, then drifted away only to catch once more. 

    "You two here on business or pleasure?" The man asked as the elevator reached the lobby, a group of chattering couples spilling out.

    "Pleasure." I barked, capturing Annie's hand to pull her in. "Appreciate if you'd catch the next one. I need to kiss my girl."

    The guy froze mid-step, then stumbled backward, stuttering, "O-o-of course. Have fun!"

    The doors slid shut as I crowded Annie into the back corner of the cart. Her big beautiful eyes widened, desire written across the lines of her face.

    "Gonna kiss you here," I told her, my hands grazing the soft skin of her neck. "Then here.” My hands drifted over her body and down until I cupped her pussy. She whimpered in response.

    "When I get you in the room. Gonna take my time, gonna taste your cream on my tongue. Gonna make you come until you're soaked and begging for my cock. You good with that darlin'?"

    She swallowed, her lips parting on a slight pant as she nodded.

    Fucking brilliant.

    I kissed her softly. Just a brush, a teasing taste to whet our appetites. Grains of salt still clung to her lips, the salt drawing me in. I liked her lips, murmuring my enjoyment. 

    With a wordless mutter, Annie exploded under my hands, her body sinking into mine, her arms wrapping around me, her fingers delving into my hair to pull me closer.

    I let her, taking control of our kiss, the heat, the wet, the passion. She tasted of salt, tequila, and a note that I'd associate as being purely hers. Her taste intoxicated me, stoking my desire, and fueling this chemistry between us.

    Never had I tasted something as deliciously decadent as this woman.

    The bell chimed, and the doors slid open behind us. For a moment, I considered ignoring them. All I wanted was for this kiss to go on forever.

    But Annie moaned, the sound so needy, so fucking innocently sexy that I lost all thoughts of kissing and instead determined that I needed to draw it from her once again—immediately.

    I captured her hand and tugged her along with me down the carpeted hallway. Slid my card in door, I shoved it open, Annie following me like a lamb to the slaughter.

    Good girl. 

    Kicking the door shut, I backed her up, crowding her against the door, my lips finding hers once more.

    I couldn’t silence my groan as her tongue tangled with mine. Her taste was just as salty-sweet and ten times more addictive now we were alone. 

    She is bliss.

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