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The complete Only You series. Bundle includes 3 full length books and 3 novellas. Titles included: Only The Positive, Only the Perfect, Only the Negatives, Only the Beginning, Only the Truth, and Only the Lies.
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Only You Series Signed Paperback Bundle
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Working the bar at a famous racecourse is like no other job in the world. Low, Jamison, and Riley know this better than anyone. Handsome. Tattooed. Sexy. They’ve seen it all and are no strangers to beautiful women inviting them into their beds.
Then one moment changes everything. One mistake. Three lives changed forever.
Enter the women who put the pieces back together.
If you like witty banter, hot chemistry, and stories that aren’t the same old thing, download this limited time box set featuring five standalone romances, happily ever after guaranteed.
Only the Positive
All she wanted was one night. That, I could do. I'm the king of casual. Love them and leave them, before they leave me. With chemistry off the scale, we couldn't even make it home, both of us too impatient, ripping each other's clothes off in the alleyway outside the bar.
Then my phone buzzed, and one text message stopped everything. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. All I could do was run. I'm toxic, but I can't tell her why. I can't bear the look of horror I know would cross her face. But I also don't know how to keep something so life altering from the woman I'm falling for. Not when I need her just to survive it.
Only the Negatives
The boy who once made my life a living hell is now the only way to save my family from living on the streets.
In my weakest moment, he arrived like some knight in shining armour. One I never wanted or asked for. I should have run him down with my wheelchair. Because the things he once said can’t be unheard. The hell he put me through can’t be forgotten. The man he is now can’t be forgiven for the boy he once was.
And yet, I want him.
Only the Perfect
When I walked in on my girlfriend screwing another guy, I never would have thought I’d be sitting at their wedding less than six months later.
But at the back of the room, at the rejects table, I’m captivated by the woman sitting next to me. She’s gorgeous and smart, and I can’t work out how she’s single. Until I realise she’s the groom’s ex.
This single mother and I are about to turn this wedding into a night our cheating exes will never forget.
Only the Truth
Doctor Damien Farrow is a douchebag.
Sure, he’s sexy as sin with his armful of tattoos and Clark Kent vibes. But after a lifetime of douchebags, my celibacy vow is safe with him. Which makes him the ideal fake date I need on my arm when I face my high school sweetheart—and the back-stabbing woman he dumped me for.
Seeing my sister again after all these years is going to be…interesting.
Only the Beginning
Are you still friends with benefits if you aren’t really friends?
For the past ten years, Riley and I have done nothing but f**k and fight. Long gone are the I love you’s of our youth. Now all we are is arguments and burning attraction, that occasionally (okay, often) ends up with the two of us getting naked. But guess where that sort of behaviour lands you?
With a sex tape gone viral and your snatch on display for the world to see.
Only the Lies
Him: Six foot, four inches. Thor look-alike. Kickass black belt ninja man, and gym owner.Me: Barely five foot. Resembles an overstuffed dumpling. Semi-decent receptionist of the office across the road.
Match made in heaven? I think so. Which is why I get to work early each morning, and stare longingly out the window, desperate for my daily glimpse of him.
The man doesn’t know I’m alive, and I don’t have the lady balls to do anything about it. Until the postman delivers the gym’s mail to my office. It’s the perfect excuse to strut over there and introduce myself, right?
Wrong.
When he mistakes me for someone else, I’m so blinded by his abs that I don’t correct him. And now he’s calling me someone else’s name, and I don’t know how to turn this around apart from to bolt back to my desk with my ass jiggling behind me.
I never expected he’d follow me. Or anything that happened next.