The Walsh Brothers

Underneath It All

One hot architect. One naughty schoolteacher. One crazy night that changes everything.

Meet Lauren Halsted.

It's all the little things--the action plans, the long-kept promises--that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos. 

After I fell ass-over-elbow into Matthew Walsh's arms.

Meet Matthew Walsh.

A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn't letting anyone tell her what to do.

Unless, of course, she was naked.

The Space Between

A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong?

Patrick 

That hair.

That damn hair.

It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull.

And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice.

Andy 

An incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of my original plan. 

With Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body, it seems my plan was undergoing some renovations.

Necessary Restorations

He's a flawed perfectionist…

I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities.

But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. I can't read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she's the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can't let her go. 

She's wildly independent… 

My past—and New Jersey—are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston's underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect. 

I'm defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice.

I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I'm happy pretending history won't catch up with me.