Svensson Brothers Series Bks 1, 2 & 3 – Alina Jacobs Free Audiobook

Written by Alina Jacobs
Read by Alexander Cendese, Samantha Summers
Format: MP3
Bitrate: Mixed
Unabridged

Book 1: In Her Candy Jar

Mace

Discipline is what separates the successful from the fakers.

I am always fully in control of my company, my family, and my life. Even my diet is perfectly regulated—that includes no candy.

Except when my new assistant sprays chocolate sauce all over me and passes out drunk in my car, it marks the point where my control over everything starts to unravel.

Josie is a walking disaster and some sort of sugar addict.

And she’s determined to turn me into a fiend for her candy.

Josie

Routines are the enemy of life. I live to be spontaneous.

My new billionaire boss looks like he needs something sweet in his life. I graciously offered to let him stick his hand in my candy jar.

It has salt water taffy and gummy worms! I can’t believe he thought it was inappropriate!

I feel sorry for the guy. His little brothers are miserable, his PowerPoints are uninspired, and his life is seriously lacking in joy. And candy.

Thought if I’m being honest, I could use a little more discipline. My YOLO, fly-by-the-seat-of-my pants philosophy already sent my life into a tailspin.

It cost me the entirety of my life savings.

I’m living in a dilapidated tiny house that’s trying to kill me.

I regularly eat chocolate chips and boxed wine for dinner.

In an effort to redeem myself, I set out to show Mace that I wasn’t a clumsy, car destroying, electronic-killing accident-prone, walking disaster. That lasted all of five minute before I set his seaweed and quinoa lunch on fire. Yeah, I didn’t know that was a thing either.

I can tell I’m a bad influence. I see him lick his lips when we’re alone. I just have to convince him to take one little bite…

Because once he has a taste, he’s going to want to stick his whole face in my candy jar.

This standalone, full length romantic comedy has no cliffhangers!
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Book 2: On His Paintbrush

When I first laid eyes on the curvy brunette, she made me a drink then said I made her wet

I couldn’t pass up the invitation.

I wanted her to paint me like one of her French boys.

Before I walked out of her dinky small town café, I left my card, all black.

I’ll show her—this billionaire can be very creative.

I am, after all, quite a talented finger painter!

Hazel

I turn weird and awkward around attractive men. I’m a nervous sweater, and when Archer walked into my art café that night, he was making me soaking wet. He was stupidly attractive—which caused me to go into excruciating detail about my sweating problem, insult what he had under his fig leaf, and imply I was running a brothel.

But he left his card, so I couldn’t have been all bad.

I needed the ego boost. My career as an artist was a joke. I was desperately trying to live the #bossbabe life after I couldn’t hack it as an artist in New York City and moved back to my small hometown.

Now my business is failing.

I’m hosting an artists’ retreat that is more day drinking octogenarians than renowned painters.

The mean girl from art school moved into town and is trying to ruin my life.

But hey, suffering is inspirational, right? But then so is Archer. With his model good looks and muscular, tattooed chest, Archer might be the creative, maybe even crazy, idea that I desperately need to save my disaster of a life.

So I called…And immediately regretted it.

When I yelled at him later about the practical joke, he smiled that stupid hot smile. I knew I should forget I ever met Archer Svensson—knew he was just a crazy stupid idea.

But when he said in that deep, sexy voice, “Do you want to paint me nude?” well, let’s just say, he awoke the starving artist in me.
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Book 3: In Her Pumpkin Patch

Fall. Autumn. It doesn’t matter what you call it, I hate it.

I despise pumpkins, Halloween, and the overwhelming sense of dread as the cold and damp move in.

But when my new chauffeur drives up in a hearse, Halloween carols blaring, I realize there will be no escape from the holiday.

Penny is the self-proclaimed Queen of Fall.

And it’s her mission to turn me into a pumpkin spice fiend.

Penny

Fall is the best time of the year! I love pumpkin spice everything, cozy scarves, and nostalgic movies. But most of all, I love Halloween.

My quaint home town of Harrogate is the perfect place to celebrate the holiday. We’re the original Halloween town. We have celebrations all month!

I should be more excited, except that I’m going back to Harrogate after failing to make it as a journalist in Manhattan.

Instead of living out my dreams, I’m living in a dilapidated Victorian house with creepy identical twins, a black cat named Salem, and a snobby ghost. I also have a new temp job with a sexy, but grouchy billionaire who is determined to make me quit.

Garrett is in desperate need of some Halloween cheer. But as much as I want to take him in the back of my hearse and have my way with him (okay that’s a little creepy!) I can’t be distracted by his washboard abs.

I’m up to my eyeballs in debt.

The mean girl from high school is now my mean coworker and is trying to wreck my life.

My mother wants me to write a juicy tell-all about Garrett and his huge family.

Yep, I’m going to trick the cold-blooded billionaire.

I know I need to stick with the plan and weasel enough information out of my boss to write a killer article for a big payday.

But when Garrett says in that deep, sexy voice, “Nice costume.”

Instead of playing a trick, I’d rather give him a treat!