Ultimate Contemporary Romance Bundle

Ultimate Contemporary Romance Bundle

Sale price  $40.99 Regular price  $81.89
Skip to product information
Ultimate Contemporary Romance Bundle

Ultimate Contemporary Romance Bundle

The Texan Quartet Books 1-4, The Flanagan Sisters Books 1-5, Love Me Do, The Dating Phase

Save 50% with an 11 book bundle

Sale price  $40.99 Regular price  $81.89

1884+ 5 Star Reviews

Ebook and audiobooks delivered instantly via email. Print books are shipped via print on demand.

This offer is NOT AVAILABLE ANYWHERE ELSE!

9 full length novels plus 2 short stories. You get the complete Texan Quartet series, The Flanagan Sisters series, plus a Christmas romance and wedding short story all for one ridiculously low price.

Tropes Included:

  • Workplace romance
  • Rockstar romance
  • Single mom
  • Enemies to lovers
  • Billionaire romance
  • Opposites attract
  • Male/male romance
  • Later in life romance
  • First love
  • Second chance romance

Love, family, and second chances — all in one unforgettable collection.

Escape to Texas with The Texan Quartet, where legacy, loyalty and fierce love shape four powerful romances.
Fall for the fiercely protective, complicated siblings of The Flanagan Sisters, where family is everything and love is worth fighting for.
And experience the heartwarming magic of Love Me Do, a Christmas romance filled with hope, healing and happily-ever-afters.

This complete contemporary romance bundle delivers strong heroes, resilient heroines, emotional depth, and the kind of love that changes everything.

If you adore small-town charm, family bonds, and swoon-worthy romance with heart, this collection is for you.

Excerpt from the bundle

Bridget Flanagan’s head thumped in time to the booming dance music. She shouldn’t have let her best friend Tanya convince her to go clubbing.
She sighed. Who was she kidding? Tanya could convince her to do almost anything, and the promise of a girls’ night to dance, drink, and forget her troubles sounded like just what she’d needed.
But her head had begun to throb almost immediately and Tanya had found a new friend. It was a shame Sally and Trish hadn’t been able to come out tonight. At least then she’d have someone to talk with. Bridget scanned the dance floor, spotting Tanya dancing with the guy she’d picked up. So much for the girls’ night.
She shouldn’t be surprised. Tanya did tend to forget everything when a cute guy walked by. Knowing better than to try to drag her out of the club, Bridget headed for the bar and ordered a glass of water. When it arrived, she moved away, taking a sip and willing her headache away. Tanya looked like she was going to dance all night.
“Is that your friend dancing with my brother?” The male voice was loud but sexy and his breath tickled her ear.
Bridget jumped and turned so she was face to face with a man who did not slow her pulse rate at all. He was slightly taller than she was, with thick brown hair and dark eyes that smiled. Yum.
He pointed toward Tanya and leaned closer to be heard over the music. “Is your friend the blonde in the red dress?”
Bridget nodded. “That’s Tanya.”
“I don’t suppose she’ll turn into a pumpkin by midnight?” He had a hopeful look on his face.
Bridget grimaced. “Not a chance. I wish she would.” She put the glass up to her forehead and sighed at the coolness. “What about your brother?”
“His motto is ‘all night long’.” He frowned. “Perhaps we can convince them to go somewhere quieter at least, somewhere with some seating.”
She was intrigued. Why had he come out if he didn’t want to dance? “You don’t feel like partying?”
“I moved back to Houston from Australia two days ago. My body hasn’t quite adjusted yet.”
The mention of his body had Bridget checking it out again. It looked perfectly fine to her. His blue jeans fit in all the right places and the button-down black shirt clung to his well-defined chest. She cleared her throat. “There’s a bar around the corner. The music is quieter but they can still dance if they want.”
“Shall we give it a go?”
“Sure.” Bridget put her glass on the bar and followed him to where Tanya and his brother were dancing. She couldn’t hear what he said but they nodded in response. As he turned back to her, Tanya gave her a very unsubtle thumbs up. Bridget ignored her. All she wanted to do was find some quiet and get rid of her headache.
Outside the club, her ears adjusted to the blissful reduction in noise and she took a deep breath.
“Bridge, this is Hal,” Tanya chirped.
Hal was slightly taller than his brother, maybe six foot two, with the same thick brown hair and dark eyes.
Bridget forced a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Tanya raised her eyebrows, waiting expectantly. “Who’s this?” she nodded to Hal’s brother.
Bridget shrugged apologetically. “We didn’t swap names. I’m Bridget.”
“Jack.” He smiled at her and she forgot her pounding head for a moment. It was some smile, lighting up his eyes and sending a lovely warmth through her body.
“Great. Now let’s find something to drink,” Tanya said, and keeping her hand tightly in Hal’s, she led the way to the bar. Hal didn’t seem to mind.
Bridget walked alongside Jack, not sure what to say. Now she was out of the noise she realized she’d effectively been picked up. Was this some kind of scam the brothers had going? Find two girls and take them somewhere quieter?
She snuck a look at Jack. No, he really did look as tired as she felt.
They walked past a drugstore. “Wait a second, I’ve got to grab something.” Bridget dashed inside, found the painkillers and bought a packet. When she went back outside, Jack was the only one waiting for her.
“Where’s Tanya?”
“They went on ahead. I thought I’d wait.”
Bridget tamped down her annoyance. They’d only just met these guys, and while they seemed nice, they could be anyone. Tanya should be more careful. “Thanks.”
Inside the bar, they found a table away from the music. It was quieter than the nightclub and they could talk without shouting. Bridget ordered a glass of water and a coffee, and took two pills. Hopefully they would kick in quickly.
Tanya put her drink on the table and grabbed Hal’s hand. “I love this song.” She pulled him away to the small dance floor.
Bridget slid on to a chair next to Jack who was nursing his cup of coffee. She had to say something, otherwise this was going to get awkward fast.
“So you’ve just moved back from Australia?” she asked. “How long were you there?”
“Three years. I was ready to come home and the perfect job opportunity came up.”
Bridget did not want to talk about work. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep the frustration out of her voice if she spoke about her job. “What did you do for fun?”
“I did a lot of surfing, a bit of diving, and was roped in to play cricket and Aussie rules football.”
“Is their football much different from ours?”
He laughed, a warm, rich sound. “Yeah, completely different. It took a bit of getting used to.”
Bridget couldn’t help smiling back at him. He had one of those laughs that made her want to laugh as well, made her want to make him laugh so she could hear it again.
“Have you ever been to Australia?” he asked.
“No. I was born in El Salvador, but since I moved here I haven’t done a lot of traveling. I’ve been focused on work.” Which had turned out to be a waste of time.
“When did you move here?”
A stray curl floated in front of her face and she brushed it back impatiently. Her hair did its own thing when she left it out. “I was five.”
“It must have been hard, moving somewhere you didn’t speak the language.”
“My father was Irish so he used to speak English to us at home.” She remembered it was like a secret language because her mother couldn’t speak English. She’d always thought it was her special thing with her father. “I was lucky because I was starting school and it didn’t take long for me to pick it up.”
“Do you still speak Spanish?”
“Sí. My family still speaks a lot of Spanish at home.”
“I only know high school Spanish and I’m not going to embarrass myself by attempting it now. Do you have any siblings?”
“Two sisters – one older, one younger. What about you? Is it just you and Hal?”
Jack glanced over at the dance floor where Tanya and Hal were still dancing. “Yeah.”
“You must be close to go out clubbing together.”
He shrugged. “I’m staying with him until I find my own place. He lives closest to where I’ll be working from Monday. He said we had to celebrate my return to Houston.”
She smiled. “I see he’s pleased about your homecoming.”
Hal was bumping and grinding behind Tanya.
Jack laughed again. “What about you and Tanya? Having a girls’ night?”
“Supposedly.” Bridget sighed. “Tanya said I needed to dance my worries away.” At his raised eyebrow she added, “I got passed over for a promotion yesterday.”
“That’s rough. What happened?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll get all bitter and you’ll think I’m a scary shrew.”
“That’s not likely to happen.” His gaze sent warm tingles through her body. “How’s your head?”
She blinked. “It’s dulled to an ache.”
“It’s a start.”
It was. If she made no sudden movements she could mostly ignore it. She was enjoying talking to Jack. It wasn’t the usual slightly sleazy pickup she was used to. She felt she could actually get to know him. When was the last time she’d been able to do that? She frowned as she tried to remember. There’d been no one since Lionel. She was still recovering from those burns and had thrown herself into her work to prove herself. Then in the last six months she’d been temporarily reassigned to a managerial role which came with even more responsibility and a greater workload. When her boss had finally retired, she was sure she’d get the role permanently – he’d recommended her.
Someone obviously hadn’t agreed with him.
Bridget pushed the thought aside. She wasn’t going to let work mess up her evening. She wouldn’t think about it until Monday, when she met her new boss. In the meantime she was going to enjoy the night.
“So no work talk. What do you do for fun?” Jack asked.
It was a good question. She’d been so busy at work she hadn’t had time for fun. Sometimes Tanya would convince her to go out dancing, or they’d go for drinks with a couple of girls from work, but more often than not it ended with her friend finding a guy and Bridget hanging in a corner, waiting until Tanya had had enough. Bridget wasn’t willing to leave her by herself. Often Tanya drank too much and didn’t make the best choices. At least Bridget could keep her from doing anything too silly.
“I read when I get the time,” she said in answer to Jack’s question. “I go to the movies, have drinks with friends, you know the usual stuff.”
“What do you read?”
She hesitated. She was always getting ribbed by the guys at work for her choice of reading material. “Romance.” She loved the happy endings.
“Can’t say I’ve read much of that,” Jack admitted. “I’m more into action and suspense.”
“There are some great romantic suspense books out there. You should give it a try.”
“I might.”
“So what about you? Now you’re back in Texas, there’ll be no cricket or Australian football.”
“I heard about a cricket league around Houston, but I didn’t love the game that much. I’d like to check out local dive sites though. But the first thing I need to do is find somewhere to live. As much as I love my brother, he’s not the tidiest of roommates.”
She grinned, thinking of Tanya. “I’ve always wanted to learn to scuba dive. It must be amazing to stay underwater for so long.”
“It is. You should definitely try it.” His eyes lit up and his enthusiasm was palpable. “Once you’ve dived you’ll be hooked. I know I was.”
“Maybe I will.” She should have a bit of free time now she was going back to her old job. She deserved to do something for herself.
Tanya and Hal came back to the table and Tanya flopped on the chair next to her. She took a deep swig from her cider. “You two should dance. Get your bodies moving.” She raised her eyebrows up and down.
Bridget suppressed a groan. Tanya was in her “I’ve had enough to drink to think I’m being subtle but I’m not” mode. Next she’d start making sexual innuendo, because she’d decided the solution to Bridget’s worries was to get laid.
“You two are doing enough moving for the both of us,” Jack said.
“Tanya knows how to dance.” Hal grinned.
Tanya beamed at him. “You’ve got some moves yourself.” She took another sip of her drink and sighed. “You guys have the most glorious hair. I’d love to have you in the shop.”
They exchanged a confused glance.
“She’s a hairdresser,” Bridget explained.
“Well, you can run your fingers through my hair any time you want,” Hal told her.
“Oh, good. Turn around.” When he did, Tanya dug her fingers into his hair.
Bridget turned to Jack. “Tell me more about diving. Did you go to the Great Barrier Reef?”
“No, I was on the west coast, but the Ningaloo Reef is an amazing dive. In places you don’t even need scuba gear, you can walk straight off the beach with goggles and snorkel and see fish and coral with the most amazing colors.”
Bridget didn’t even know how to use a snorkel. The only swimming they had done as children was at the municipal pools, when their mother could afford to pay, which wasn’t often. These days she liked to swim to keep fit, but she didn’t get a chance very often.
“There were also a number of shipwrecks to dive,” Jack was saying. “The ocean takes over the man-made structures so quickly. The fish and eels move right in and make themselves at home. When you swim by they watch you as much as you watch them.”
Tanya giggled at whatever Hal whispered in her ear. “It’s getting late. We should probably head home.”
Bridget’s headache had disappeared and she was enjoying talking to Jack. Wasn’t that just typical?
“Bridge, Hal’s offered to show me his place. Are you all right getting home on your own?”
So that was the real reason. Not sure whether to be amused or annoyed she simply said, “Sure.”
* * *
The cab pulled up in front of Bridget’s house and nerves tickled her stomach. “This is me,” she said and paid the driver.
“I’ll walk you to your door,” Jack said, before asking the driver to wait.
After Tanya had left with Hal, he’d insisted on accompanying her home, saying he wanted to delay his return so he didn’t cramp Hal and Tanya’s style. Bridget could totally understand that and it gave her an opportunity to decide what she wanted to do about him.
“Nice place,” he said as he followed her up the path to the front door.
“Yeah.” The front light came on and she turned to face him, her hands clasped together. She was tempted to invite him in, but that was against her dating rules.
He took hold of her hands. “I had a nice time tonight.”
“Me too.” Her body tingled in response to his thumb lazily brushing the back of her hand.
He pulled her closer and she tilted her head, her lips parting slightly. Something in her chest fluttered. He was going to kiss her and she wanted him to. He bent his head and his lips met hers. The fluttering stopped as her senses took control. His lips were firm and he tasted like coffee. When his tongue flicked over hers she couldn’t suppress a quiet moan. It had been a long time since she’d been kissed like this, since her body had reacted like this. She had to stop this now before it went too far.
Bridget broke the kiss and took a step back, her breath unsteady. She swallowed. “I have two rules to dating,” she said. “And one is never to sleep with someone on the first date.”
“What’s your second rule?” His tone was light and he was smiling.
Her lips twitched in response. “I don’t date people I work with.” She wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
“Fair enough.” He shuffled his feet. “Want to be a rule-breaker tonight?”
The hopeful look on his face was sweet. She grinned at him. “Yes,” she admitted. She kissed him again needing one more taste before he left. He gathered her close, and ran his hand down her back to her butt. Her body heated and she leaned closer. Damn she wanted him. She broke the kiss. What the heck, she deserved some fun. Playing by the rules hadn’t got her anywhere. “Want to come in?”
“Hell yes.”

Excerpt from the bundle

Breathe.
Libby Myles’ heart was doing its best rock concert impression, thudding hard enough against her ribs that she thought it was going to break through.
She was going on television, not to face a firing squad.
Hurrying alongside the keep-up-or-be-left-behind production assistant, Libby figured it amounted to the same thing.
If she messed this up it was the death of her fledgling career. One wrong word, one misinterpreted sentence, and she’d be that sound bite on tomorrow morning’s radio. The one that was played over and over again while the DJs asked each other, “What was she thinking?”
Suddenly the blond-haired assistant stopped and directed her into a room. Libby braked, wobbled on her four-inch heels, and took a couple of quiet, slow breaths to stop herself panting. God, she was unfit.
“This is the Green Room. You can wait here with the other guests and I’ll be back to get you when it’s your turn.” The woman turned and strode away before Libby could ask for introductions. Libby cursed the fact she had missed the earlier rehearsal due to her book signing and snail-like traffic.
Who had her publicist said would be on tonight’s show? An English comedian, Tony someone, and American rock god, Kent Downer.
Stepping into the room, she noticed there wasn’t any green in sight, rather the walls were painted a pale beige reminiscent of a doctor’s waiting room. Two men sat on a retro red couch, turned toward each other, deep in conversation, perhaps mid-forties in age. Manager and comedian, Libby decided as she heard their English accents. No point trying to get a seat there.
The other red couch had a single occupant. Not the kind of person you wanted to meet in a dark alley, late at night.
Kent Downer stared straight at Libby, one hand in his lap, the other over the top of the couch, his long, rangy legs crossed at the ankles. She smiled, but he didn’t respond, staring but not seeing, his attention somewhere far more interesting than these four walls. She took the opportunity to study him. Short, spikey black faux-hawk, pale skin and the thickest black eyeliner she’d ever seen on a man. His clothes were black too. Skinny-leg jeans, plain, fitted T-shirt and a waistcoat that hung unbuttoned at the sides. Stereotypical rock star. She’d never be able to use him in one of her books – she’d have to make him different in some way. Otherwise she’d get the comment from her editor – “Don’t make him a cardboard cut-out.”
Libby moved across the room and sat on the couch next to the rock star. He must have felt her movement, as he blinked and looked at her briefly before returning his gaze to the spot he’d been staring at.
Obviously a charm school dropout.
But then again, a rock star of his reputation wouldn’t be interested in talking to an author. She pushed aside the twinge of self-doubt. It was his loss.
Libby had a moment of regret for insisting her publicist have the night off – and then shook her head. She didn’t need to be babysat.
She poured a glass of water, grabbed a handful of chocolate from the bowl on the glass coffee table and scooted back on the couch to relax.
It didn’t happen. The couch was as comfortable as its color was subtle.
Shoving the chocolate into her mouth, she took her notebook and pen out of her bag and opened to a blank page. She was about to be interviewed in front of a live studio audience and broadcast all over Australia.
Libby’s skin grew clammy and she shook her fingers briefly to release some of the stress.
This was a huge opportunity. Struggling writers didn’t get this kind of thing. Someone must have owed her publicist a favor. Big-time.
Libby knew if the viewers liked what they saw, they’d mention her to friends, maybe go out and buy her books. If enough people bought them, she’d finally be able to give up her day job and write full time. And prove to her parents she could make it as an author.
Right now, though, she’d settle for a decent royalty check. The repairs on her car had used up every last cent of her savings, and if she didn’t get a new temp job when she finished her tour, she’d have to survive on whatever she could harvest from her vegie patch.
There was no way she would ask her parents for help. She couldn’t face the ‘I told you so’ she’d get.
She couldn’t stuff this up.
“Tony, you’re up.” The efficient assistant was back, motioning the comedian toward the door. The two Englishmen rose and followed her out of the room.
Nerves clenched in a death grip in Libby’s stomach. She ignored them, taking some more chocolate, then shifted her weight, lifting her knee so she was sitting sideways on the couch.
All the better to observe the rock star.
She needed the distraction.
He was attractive, if you went for the bad boy type, with his designer stubble and dark brooding eyes. Libby imagined some women would get a thrill to have those eyes focused on them, even for a moment.
The man was so still, so absorbed, he almost looked like a wax dummy. Then his fingers twitched, a minute movement, almost indiscernible, the tiniest drum of his fingertips against the back of the couch. A pause. Then the drum again.
Nerves?
From the television in the corner came the sound of applause as the comedian was introduced.
She was next.
Libby swallowed hard.
Making a note in her journal, she heard laughter from the set and stifled her urge to fidget. She was a writer, not a performer. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention.
At least the producers had got it right – start the show off with a laugh, end it with a rock star and allow the young adult writer to sag in the middle.
Her stomach danced a tango with her nerves.
No.
She knew how to fix a sagging middle. It was all about being friendly, chatty and enthusiastic about her new book. That was the easy part. She straightened her spine.
“Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to stare?” The deep Texan drawl took her by surprise. The rock star had come out of his trance and was now watching her with intense brown eyes. His whole body was rigid, as if waiting to pounce if she said the wrong word. She was the baby antelope coming face to face with the cheetah. Adrenaline zinged through her veins.
“I, ah, no.” She stopped babbling, took a deep breath and smiled. “Sorry, I was visiting my muse. I wasn’t really staring at you.” She held out a hand. “I’m Libby Myles.”
He looked at her hand as if she had something contagious.
“Libby, it’s your turn.”
Saved by the efficient assistant.
Libby dropped her hand, stuffed her notebook and pen in her bag and tucked it next to the couch, hoping her face would return to its normal color quickly. Then she jumped up and hurried after the woman.
She didn’t need rock stars and their egos.
They reached the edge of the set. She was about to be on television.
Dread smashed into Libby like a wrecking ball and her breath came faster. Oh, God. She hadn’t checked a mirror.
She could have chocolate all over her teeth. She ran her tongue across them, prodding at the spaces in between, then gently patted her hair to make sure it was in place and smoothed down her knee-length skirt. The television make-up that had been caked on earlier was thick, but the make-up artist had assured her it would be fine on screen. She breathed deeply, once, twice, willing the dread away.
She forced herself to stand still as someone attached the microphone to her.
“You look fine.” The efficient assistant gave Libby a smile. “This is your intro.”
The chat show host’s voice rang out. “Our next guest is the author of much-loved young adult series, the Jessop Chronicles. The latest book, On Winter’s Edge, is out now. Please welcome Libby Myles.”
The assistant led Libby toward the set and gave her a gentle push in the direction of the stairs.
Stairs.
She hadn’t thought about stairs when her publicist convinced her to wear the highly impractical four-inch heels.
Libby’s legs threatened to turn to jelly, but she couldn’t let them. The crowd was clapping and she had to make her entrance. Placing her hand firmly on the bannister, she slowly descended, ensuring one foot was firmly planted before moving the next one, smiling at the first couple of rows of audience members.
At the bottom she gave herself a mental pat on the back and walked toward the host, Brian Lowry. His infectious grin made her smile back. He wore a dark, pin-striped business suit buttoned over a white shirt and his short, brown hair was gelled into position. She clasped his outstretched hand and kissed his cheek before turning and greeting Tony, who had moved down a chair. Finally she sat down, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap.
The applause died down and her hands shook.
“Welcome to the show, Libby. Your latest book in the Jessop Chronicles series has just been released and you’ve become an overnight sensation. Why do you think that is?”
Libby smothered a smile. Her success had hardly come overnight and she didn’t think her sales really counted as a sensation, but she’d go with it.
She took a breath. “The series has been out for a while now. Word of mouth has been building slowly.” Her voice quavered and she swallowed down the nerves. “On Winter’s Edge is the fourth book in the Jessop Chronicles, and readers are keen to find out what’s going to happen next to Shannon, Melissa and Jill.”
“So what is going to happen to them?” Brian asked.
Libby laughed. “You’ll have to read the book to find out!”
The audience tittered.
Libby’s hands stopped trembling as Brian said, “It’s on my bedside table.” He grinned at her. “I’m sure many people are wondering where you get your ideas from. Some of the creatures in your world are weird and wonderful.”
Libby leaned forward slightly. “Ideas are all around. They’re everywhere.” The brick in her stomach dissolved. This was what she knew. She could talk about her writing until the cows came home. “It’s a matter of recognizing how they can be used.”
Ten minutes later Brian wrapped up the interview. “Everyone is going to rush out and buy a copy of On Winter’s Edge now.” He turned to the audience. “Please thank Libby Myles.”
Libby smiled out at the audience as they applauded. It was over.
She barely remembered what she’d said but she was pretty sure it had gone well.
“My final guest tonight is the devil of rock himself, Kent Downer.”
A section of the small studio audience went mad, screaming and shouting. Libby stood and moved down a chair to make way for Kent, who sauntered down the stairs, acknowledging the screaming girls with a salute and shaking Brian’s hand with gusto.
Obviously Brian’s hands weren’t contagious. Libby smirked.
The girls finally calmed down and Brian was able to speak. “Sounds like your fans are pleased you’ve finally decided to tour Australia. What can they expect at your concert?”
“The best time of their lives,” Kent drawled.
Someone in the audience shrieked, “I love you, Kent.”
“Love y’all,” Kent called back, blowing a kiss.
Was this guy for real? Libby forced herself not to roll her eyes. His arrogance reminded her of her ex. Her heart twinged and she pushed the thought away.
Kent launched into the details of his show.
Then everything went dark.
Blackout.

Heart Divider

Tropes

  • workplace romance
  • opposites attract
  • male/male romance
  • later in life

Books in this Bundle

The Texan Quartet
Book 1 - What Goes on Tour
Book 2 - All that Sparkles
Book 3 - Under the Covers
Book 4 - Into the Fire

The Flanagan Sisters
Book 1 - Break the Rules
Book 2 - Change of Heart
Book 3 - Blaze a Trail
Book 4 - Place to Belong
Short Story - Take a Chance

Single Title - Love Me Do
Short Story - The Dating Phase

Heat Level

Sexy

Author's Note

Format Details

Delivery

eBooks and Audiobooks will be delivered immediately via email. Look for either an email from BookFunnel, or on your order details email for a link to the digital files. BookFunnel will help you load it on to your relevant device.

Physical books will be shipped after they have been printed and you'll receive a notification when they are shipped.

Heart Divider