Taking my sister’s best friend’s V card wasn’t part of my plan. An accident almost cost me my life, and I was stuck at my parent’s house to recover. I miss the lights, the stage, and my Rock n Roll lifestyle. But being stuck at home has its perks. Like the girl next door. Her curvy figure, dark hair, and witty banter drive me wild. She is all I can think about while I lay cooped up at home. Fourteen years younger, and my sister's best friend. Beyond off-limits, but that only makes me want her more. Okay, the situation isn’t ideal. But she’s everything I never knew I needed. I’ll do anything to win her heart. But that might tear our families apart…
"What's wrong, kitten? Am I getting you riled up?" he asks teasingly. I turn away from him, hoping he won't see how much he's pissing me off. He knows I hate that fucking nickname, but he hasn't stopped calling me that since we were little. "I told you to stop calling me that," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady. "And I told you that I would never stop calling you that." I grind my molars, feeling my frustration rise. "You're such a dick. Why is that my nickname anyway?" "Because you always have your claws out, but when it's time to scratch and bite, you're practically harmless." A bitter laugh bubbles out of me as I turn back to him. "Fuck you. I could claw your damn eyes if I wanted to." "Sure, you can, Kitten," he says again, grinning just to piss me off more. "But just in case those claws don't sink deep enough, keep in mind that you can always call on me, Niko, and Mace if you're in trouble." Why does he keep saying that? I don't need them, I never have. Not even when my dad was murdered. I never let anyone see me cry and wiped my own tears in private. Just like Daddy would have wanted from his tough girl. "He's right, sweet girl. You can call us if you ever need us," Nikolai adds, emerging from the house and joining us. Mace appears right behind him. Oh, great. Here are all three dumbasses. ***** TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK. THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex At twenty-three, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.
From USA Today bestselling author Meghan Quinn comes a deliciously delightful romantic comedy centered in New York City about falling in love with your best friend's sister.How do you date your best friend's sister? Easy. Step one: Pretend you want her to set you up with someone else. That will bring the two of you closer.Step two: Go on date with lots of random women, proceed to get stupid drunk and talk about your best friend's sister, thus gaining the courage to finally make a move.Step three: Randomly show up at her apartment and confess your love. Women love that, right?It all seemed so simple. A fool-proof three step process that will guarantee the love of you life to fall madly in love with you. At least--that's what I thought was going to happen. But my attempts to win over Julia Westin backfired in more ways than I can count. The thing about Julia? She's smart--really smart--and her wicked gaze cuts through all the charm I've tried slinging her way. She's not interested in games, my gifts, or my stories. She might want me too; but she's not giving in that easy...
Fake dating has one rule: Don't let feelings get involved. Callie Cartwright is about to lose her job. Either she cleans up her mounting debt, or her career in finance is over. NBA point guard Dean Kimball should be having the time of his life. But even his flourishing basketball career isn't enough to help him forget his feelings for his little sister's best friend. So when Callie decides to enter the date-for-hire world to relieve her increasing debt, Dean suggests an alternative option. Date him for money to help his image. Too bad the one rule they set for themselves is the one rule they can't follow. Fans of fake relationships, sports romance, and romantic comedy will love this sweet romcom. One-click now for laugh-out-loud romance!
"I remember when you used to follow me everywhere." He smirked as I stared at him in shock. His eyes trailed over my uniform as I glared at him. "You've certainly grown." "I remember when your shorts fell off in the pool and I saw your dick." I smiled sweetly as his jaw dropped. "I hope for your sake that it's grown." Alicia Randall is dismayed to find her older brother's best friend standing by her fridge one day, drinking orange juice and wearing nothing but his shorts. He was devastatingly attractive, and he had a way with words that used to make Alicia doodle about him in her diary for years. Now he was back, in town visiting his folks for the summer. It was a little crush. I was fifteen. I need to move on. Except Cole has other plans...
Aiden Taylor is devastatingly handsome, sexy, arrogant-- and out of reach. He's Alice's best friend's brother, and one night years ago ... well, neither wants to talk about that; they vowed to keep their secret. It's just getting harder and harder to keep things secret, now that Liv is getting married, and Alice and Aiden are being thrown together ... and he's doing things to her now that are make it hard to forget ...
Nico's it for me, too bad he's my brother's best friend ...Friends and brothers are off limits. That's always been the rule in our house. In a big family it's the only way to keep the peace. That doesn't stop my heart from belonging to Nico, my older brother's best friend. I've been able to put aside my feelings for years, but now that I'm an intern at the law firm he owns, all those feelings are threatening to overflow.He says he doesn't do relationships, and that work is all he has time for, but when things heat up between us I know I've found something worth fighting for. I'll prove to Nico that I'm the guy for him. It's time to throw out the old rules and make new ones of our own.
Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four.She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime.Cause of death: a text message.Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time-or the cell phone. Whatever. We're talking code red, send a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming kind of texts.And I didn't just send them to some random person I'll never see again. No. That would be too easy. I sent them to Milo Ives.The man who played a starring role in all of my teenage fantasies-and my brother's lifelong best friend. And, boy oh boy, has he grown up. He's hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone handsome, crazy successful, and has more money in his bank account than my brain can fathom.Deflower me, please? I said. Yeah. Send help.
From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M
~RITA Nominated~ZACH Nessa is one of my closest friends, so there's no way I'll ruin our friendship for a hookup. Even if I want to be with her. Badly. She's beautiful, and sweet, and her bright light draws me from the darkness that trails my every move. But it's the darkness of my past that has me keeping Nessa at arm's length. I'll protect her if it's the last thing I do--even if it means protecting her from myself, becauseI can't give her the kind of relationship she deserves. NESSA Zach doesn't discriminate when it comes to the women he dates. Except with me. Me he keeps in the friend zone. I want him. I've always wanted him, and I think he wants me too. But I can't remain in Lake Tahoe and pine for Zach forever. My career is stuck, my personal life as well, with Zach always pushing me away the moment sparks fly between us. I can either leave this town and make a fresh start somewhere else, or finally show Zach how right we are for each other.**All books in the Blue Series are stand-alone stories that can be read in any order.**
