Rose Taylor thinks her neighbor Miles Humphries is the biggest jerk she's ever met. Rose is shocked when Miles asks her to be his fake fiancée and move in with him, together with her cat. She feels this is insulting, ridiculous and inappropriate, but then Miles makes an offer she can't refuse, and suddenly Rose is engaged and living with Miles.
A fake date to an ex's wedding. A hot billionaire single dad next door. An overly generous demon cat. Until today, I never had to fake anything with Wyatt Westland-owner of a demon cat and my high school sweetheart-turned-nemesis-turned-billionaire tech genius. But I wouldn't be here by his side right now if I could've found him a date. I swore I'd never let myself get involved with Wyatt again after he broke my heart all those years ago, but he moved in next door with his adorable daughter. And the sexy single dad vibe he has going on began to thaw my inner ice queen-the one I perfected just for him. Then my eccentric boss asked me to find Wyatt a date to his ex-wife's wedding. My boss even put a cherry on top of a huge bonus, and I couldn't resist. Of course, not a single one of the heiresses I set Wyatt up with worked. I'm convinced he ruined each date on purpose, leaving me with no choice but to step up and stand in as his date myself. How hard can it be to fake it for just one day, even if every moment reminds me of all the ways I fell for him the first time? Faking It with the Frenemy is a second chance, lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers reunion romance with a matchmaking mom determined to make the heroine marry for money (love is optional), a billionaire single-dad hero who was the heroine's first love, a cat that wants to be a queen, a dog that loves what the cat brings every morning, and a wild party with certain very inappropriately named treats from Japan. Love a book with lots of laughter and heart? Then grab Faking It with the Frenemy today!
Falling in love with her billionaire boss was the last thing she expected...especially since he was a single dad... Maddox Moore already made a name for himself as a chef and successful restaurant owner before life threw a wrench into his own plans, and now he’s a multi-billionaire single father who doesn’t have time for anything outside of work and his kiddo. After a night at a charity event, Maddox makes the sudden decision to bid on a date with a beautiful red-headed woman Evelyn, and twenty thousand dollars later, he wins her for the night. He soon realizes that one night isn’t enough…he wants more of her. Too bad she’s not interested…yet. Can Maddox win her over without spilling too many of his secrets in the process, or will his desire for her have him baring all?
When you're a star athlete and hire a bodyguard to protect your daughter but… The agency sends you an adorable 5 foot 2 brunette that barely looks capable of protecting herself, let alone anyone else. Turns out "Ryan" is Emerson Ryan, former FBI. She drop-kicks your butt to the ground to prove her point. She’s more than capable of protecting Bristol, your little girl… But you shouldn’t be turned on by her fierceness. Everyone thinks she’s your daughter’s nanny, including Bristol. Emerson looks the part and goes along with it at your insistence until she's forced to be your daughter's babysitter. With a professional hockey career on the line, you need Emerson by your side. But questions will arise the moment you hire a "second" nanny for Bristol, and you don't want to worry your daughter about the threat to her safety. The next best thing? Hire Emerson as your fake girlfriend. She can protect Bristol, and you get a little extra publicity when the news learns about your new spicy romance. But how long can you pretend everything is fake when the sparks are real? This steamy hockey romance book features a grumpy single dad, a sizzling romance with plenty of drama. No cheating. Standalone. HEA.
If any of my over-protective brothers ask, I'm pregnant via immaculate conception. Otherwise, the baby I'm carrying could be the death of one hot billionaire... Jo After a succession of relationships bad enough to set a Guinness World Record, running into a ruggedly handsome billionaire feels like a sign. Edgar is from out of town, mesmerizing, and his voice reminds me of Louisiana heat. Just listening to him makes my toes curl. So I throw aside all caution and spend the hottest night of my life in his bed, knowing we'll never see each other again. Until a positive pregnancy test brings him back into my life. And now he only wants to marry me to do right by the baby, but here's the thing... I'll never settle. I want what my parents have: true love. Nothing--not even the electric chemistry that crackles every time Edgar and I are together--will deter me from that goal. Edgar Love is like alcohol. It destroys clarity and impairs judgment. I've seen my parents making one bad decision after another in the name of love, destroying our family. But Jo wants love before she'll marry me. So I'll approximate it. Unlike my father, I'll make sure my child knows she's cherished (contrary to what Jo thinks, I know it's a girl). I'm too sensible to fall in love and disrupt my already well-ordered life, even though every second I spend with her feels like skydiving without a parachute...
Gussie, Ina Mae, and Blanche have been best friends for more than sixty years. From their humble beginnings of founding the Sunshine Club when they were girls to becoming the matchmaking queens of Newton, Texas, these three were inseparable. When Blanche passes away, Gussie and Ina Mae feel the best way to honor their dearly departed is with a shot of whiskey, some good music, and making a match for Blanche's niece, Sissy.
I never should have agreed to becoming his fake wife... Sinclair Amadeus Sterling aka Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex.Who also happens to be my blackmailer... gulp.Tall, dark, gazzilionaire growly pants.The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls, don't ask!He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds.The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest.Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!So when he offers me the chance to work with him, I can hardly refuse, right?Only catch? I need to be his pretend wife for hold-your-breath, thirty days.I should have turned and run right then, but...He has the connections to help my sister's failing health, not to mention the money to wipe away my debt.And yeah that... sneaky video recording of him getting me off. OMG!Besides, it's only thirty days, right?It's not like I'm in danger of falling in love with London's most notorious bachelor.Then he tells me the real reason for the charade.And everything changes... Note: This is a standalone Enemies to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Billionaire Romance featuring a hot possessive billionaire and the curvy spitfire who dares to go toe to toe with him! 1-Click NOW
A sweet and sexy standalone romantic comedy featuring a virgin and a hot lawyer! I'm a twenty-two year-old virgin who's had five one-night stands. How's that possible? Easy. I've never gone all the way. I just chicken out and bail. Thank God, I've always selected men I'll never run across again... ...until that sexy-as-sin Matt from last weekend moves in next door... ...then shows up as a new in-house counsel at Sweet Darlings Inc. where I work. Oh...crap. But it was dark in the hotel room. If I put on a boring office outfit and Clark Kent glasses, he won't recognize me... Right?
"The obnoxious drummer neighbor I reported for noise pollution? Turns out he's the biggest rock star in the country! Oops." I write romance because true love doesn't happen in real life. My parents' marriage and a string of failed relationships have taught me that. Then Killian Axelrod moves in next door. He's a rock star, and hot as hell. Wicked blue eyes. A body made for sin. Cocky attitude. If he was on a romance cover, I'd one-click it without even reading the title. Too bad he's such a pain. He tries to steal my favorite specialty ice cream. He drums so loud I can't hear myself think. Then comes over in nothing but a towel when his water heater dies so he can finish his shower with my hot water. But then he cooks me breakfast. Rescues me from an evil snake. Kisses me like I'm the girl of his dreams. Sings like I'm the only one in the audience. It doesn't seem to matter to him that I'm not a size two, my yoga pants have holes, and I don't put makeup on every morning. I know there are no happy endings in real life, but Killian makes my heart flutter and makes me wonder... Can we have a romance novel ending for real? Flirting with the Rock Star Next Door is a standalone, opposites-attract romantic comedy. It comes with a hot AF rock star who thinks his next-door neighbor is a femme fatale in a T-shirt and yoga pants, a quirky romance writer with a no-filter mouth, and lots of banter. Oh, and the sexiest karaoke night ever...which has a lot more than singing. No cheating, no cliffhanger. Just oodles of heat, heart and humor. Grab it today!
I'm no Prince Charming, and the last thing I want is a Cinderella. My instructions were simple: scour the city for a fake fiancée who's not my type at all. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways...yet nothing like the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me--no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman in the world. Tabitha is sunshiny. She has a pet hamster. She loves Hello Kitty, and she gets under my skin like nobody else. As if that's not bad enough, the minute we step on deck, she thinks that certain people on the yacht are up to something shady--based completely on her soap opera knowledge. She won't listen when I tell her she's being ridiculous. But as the days go by, I find that we're actually having fun. And our fake kisses are heating up. And suddenly her wild theories aren't sounding so strange after all...