Not even my soon-to-be ex-husband is on that list. Nope. I save only the worst of the worst, the crème de la crème, the absolute I cannot even for this list . . .1. Black coffee2. Rude people3. Nathaniel BradleyWhich is why when my father informs me that he’s making Nathaniel Bradley his new business partner, and in turn, my boss, I flip out. 1. He’s an annoying know-it-all. 2. He calls me a spoiled princess every chance he gets. 3. He disapproves of everything I do.I go into this knowing I’ll hate every second in his presence. Except the longer he’s around, the more I find myself staring at his lips and remembering the one time they were on mine. I randomly find myself looking at his hands and wondering how they’d feel on my skin. I try to snap out of it, but I guess I’m not as smart as I thought I was. No matter how many times I remind myself of the times I’ve practically thrown myself at him and he’s pushed me away, I keep falling little by little.I’d always heard that it was a bad idea to mix business with pleasure and if that’s the case, this thing with Nathaniel has demise written all over it.

     And the bastard has invited me to his wedding to rub it in my face. But I need this. For closure, or so I tell myself. It’s past time to heal already. A good-looking Park Ranger with a chip on his shoulder just happens to show up in my life. And his timing couldn’t be better. I need some help getting under my ex’s skin. I’ll work on letting go later. He needs to know what he lost and that I’ve moved on. Forever. All lies, but the wheels in my head are turning. If I attend the wedding with a handsome mountain man, my ex’s head will spin. I just have to convince this new stranger a be my fake fiancé for the weekend. And then I have to NOT fall in love with the guy.

    Aside from being my best friend’s older brother, he’s a cocky, smooth-talking, panty-dropping playboy of a cop. And yet, I’m helplessly drawn to him. His charm and good looks reduce me to a fumbling, mumbling teenaged version of myself, which pretty much guarantees that nothing will ever come of my silly crush. Until the night of my best friend’s wedding. Jenny Jones is the definition of innocence. She’s also my little sister’s best friend, making her completely off limits. She’s a forever kind of girl with hearts in her eyes, where I’ve always been more of a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. Until a night spent between the sheets with her has me questioning everything I thought I wanted. I tried my hardest to stay away, but you know what they say about the best intentions . . .

    It’s catching him that’s hard. Not that I’ve ever been the girl who lets a little rejection get me down. Or stop me from achieving my goals. When Mister Right proves difficult to land, I need a little help. Casper Morgan isn’t the ideal candidate. Actually, he’s rude and grumpy and mean. He’s also my boss for the summer. And he’s hiding some pretty big secrets behind the zip of his pants. Oh, and did I mention this whole fake dating plan was his idea? Now we’re pretending to be together. Sometimes it’s hard to remember it’s a ruse. Especially when he kisses me like he does. And touches me as though I belong to him. Maybe the right guy isn’t the one you plan on. It’s the one you never saw coming.

    Pregnant? My evil twin brother Evan has been behind bars for years, while I’ve made billions running the family firm. I figured the company was legally mine, so I enjoyed the perks. All of them... Next on that list is Caitlin. She's everything I need in a woman: just the right kind of curvy, a hint of pluckable innocence... and an @ss that drives my c*ck wild. I can barely restrain myself around her - and I don't plan to... But that fantasy comes to a crashing halt when I find out that Evan is getting paroled – and that he’s found a loophole in our father’s will. The first twin to have a legitimate child inherits the entire company! I don’t have a wife, and sure as hell don’t have a kid… Suddenly everything I've built is at stake. Unless two can play at this baby game... Now I need to find a girl, put a ring on her finger - and knock her up, all before my brother! Should be a piece of (wedding) cake, right? It's not like I need to fall in love - just put a baby in her oven. It sounds easy, but it isn't. Because Caitlin is special: the missing piece I didn't know my heart needed. She's the One. The race is on. First to the delivery room wins... But Evan hates coming last. And Caitlin is in his way. Remember, Holly and Tara hate cheating, and they guarantee a Happy Ending - Again, and again, and again... This book also contains a couple of bonus novels, so you get more for your reading buck!

    But when her brother gets into trouble, Dillion reluctantly agrees to return home to take her place at the family business.Being back in Pearl Lake after all these years feels familiar, but also brings a few surprises. She’s quick to notice that someone new has shown up at the cottage next door. Dillion gets more than an eyeful when she goes to check out the newcomer and meets Donovan “Van” Firestone—her beloved neighbor’s grandson—in all his unclothed glory.Having gotten off to a rocky start, it’s not long before they begin bickering with each other all over town. All that back and forth inevitably sparks an undeniable attraction. But Dillion’s family has issues, Van’s family resents him, and neither Dillion nor Van feels truly at ease in the small town. For these Pearl Lake exiles, home isn’t just where the heart is—it’s where things get complicated.

    Playboy parties are more my cup of tea. Now, I’ve got 30 days to marry or lose my billion-pound inheritance. Isabella is my saving grace, but we hated each other as teens. The eyes, the body, the confidence. Quite the goddess she’s become since high school. In between all the fighting, we must somehow pretend to be married. Wanting her as more than a “fake” fiancé was never an option. Needing her wasn’t part of the plan. But when opposing forces come between us, neither God, queen, nor country will stop me from having her. This steamy, contemporary, romantic suspense will keep you company tonight, tomorrow, and the day after. No cheating and a satisfying happily ever after!

    He wasn’t supposed to rock my world. CC Gray Lucas is everything I hate in a man. Cocky, rich, entitled and a player. He’s a pro athlete and his exploits are legendary—one of which was me. We had a one-night-stand. It was wild, passionate, exhilarating and a big mistake. Except maybe it wasn’t. Because the more time I spend with him and his crazy family, the more I want him to stay… But men don’t stay…do they? Gray The moment I saw Claudia Cooper again, other women ceased to exist for me. She’s smart-mouthed, tough-as-nails, and gorgeous. She’s perfect. I’m the man for her, the only man for her. She just doesn’t know it yet. I have a reputation for playing hard, fast and dirty. Love ‘em and Leave ‘em. What CC doesn’t know yet, Is that I'm not playing. I’m claiming her. Take a man who always gets what he wants, A woman who has learned not to want, A crazy mother and insane siblings… And oh yeah add in a skunk just to make things interesting— And you just might have The Perfect Stroke. WARNING: Don't go looking for golf in this book...but you may spot a birdie or two. Complete Stand Alone Novel with HEA inside. Please NOTE this book will say it ends at 50 some percent but in actuality is a FULL Length Novel. It just CONTAINS a 2nd BOOK (Unjustified Demands) FREE.

    I just moved to New York with my best friend Bridget, and I have a confession. Well, more than one. Okay, quite a few really. Fine, here goes!Confession #1: I'm a sex columnist. Hold on, that's not really the confession. You see, I'm sort of a virgin...sex columnist.Confession #2: I'm kind of in love with Bridget's older brother, Oliver. No, I was. No, I am. Wait, was? Am? Crap.Confession #3: I've been avoiding Oliver for four years. Or I was until today, because he just moved in. Yes, you read that correctly. He's my new roommate. So that night we've both been pretending never happened, well, we might not be able to keep it a secret any longer. And trust me, this is only the beginning.

    The guy who scorns all the rules. The guy who shuns expectations. The guy most commonly known as the ultimate villain in a cultish self help movement. On the other hand, perhaps we’re not as common as I thought. But so what if I’m never anyone’s hero? At least I’m a good brother. That is the one thing I manage to get right. So when my big sister is abandoned by her lousy cheating husband, leaving her and her four kids alone a week before Christmas, I don’t hesitate to head home. To my surprise, I’m not the only one who shows up. Katrina has always been my sister’s best friend. She’s headstrong and hot. She’s neurotic and sexy. She belts out old power ballads with horrible, tuneless abandon and her hair always smells like vanilla cookie batter. We have a long history of being at odds and she’s never appreciated my natural talent for getting under her skin. And then there was the night we accidentally hooked up. There might have been an unplanned midnight encounter. Combined with antique furniture abuse. Along with a creative application of lemon buttercream. It’s kind of a forbidden topic. Now, nearly a decade later, it’s possible I’m still obsessing over that memory. Katrina never knew that back in the day she was the one girl who really got to me. In the spirit of the holidays I’ve decided it’s time to settle the score. She already thinks I’m not one of the good guys. In fact she hates my guts. But she realizes I’ve got something she wants for Christmas. All she has to do is swallow her high maintenance pride and ask nicely. I can guarantee she’ll get more than she ever bargained for... SYLER MCKNIGHT is a stand alone from NYT and USA Today Bestselling author Cora Brent. Expect: • Small town quirkiness • Enemies-to-Lovers angst • A sarcastic flannel-shirt-wearing anti-hero • Tons of madcap holiday fun and all the happily ever afters! Author note: Hope you'll take a chance on this screwball romantic holiday tale featuring enemies-to-lovers hijinks, a high stakes cookie exchange, laugh out loud banter, and plenty of heat for those cold winter nights!

    don’t worry, I’m a bit of an expert in that department.There’s nothing ‘thin’ about my blue line, if you catch my drift, and trust me, I know how to put those handcuffs to good use.***Livia Ward wants a baby before she’s thirty.  And even though Officer Chase Kelly is exactly the kind of cocky jerk this librarian has sworn off, he is undeniably hot.  Both of them think they can give each other what they want—a few nights of fun for Officer Kelly, a no-strings baby for Livia—but this hot cop is about to learn that sex, babies, and love don’t always play by the rules.

    

    All I have to do is board a plane, and I'll be on my way to fulfilling a promise I made long ago. Bonus points -- my last week in Paris looks to be even better when I meet a gorgeous, clever American woman and make plans to take her back to my flat that night.But before we can get together for what would surely be a fantastic final fling, my boss hits me with a double whammy. My previous client didn't pay, so there's no trip, and the new client I now desperately need is none other than the tempting American I'm about to take home. Have I mentioned this timing bloody sucks? ***I'll admit it -- I have a big weakness for a hot British accent. As in, they make me swoon, sigh, and want to toss my panties. Good thing I can avoid that kind of temptation in Paris. So it's just my luck that the man who's the key to success in my new job is the man whose voice makes me melt. Oh, and we have to spend all our days together for work.Thanks a lot, fate. To top it off, I quickly learn he's witty, kind and has a heart and mind I'm falling for fast.All I have to do is resist him every single freaking day. That's so easy. Not.But then I learn that's nothing compared to the real hurdle we face.What could go wrong with falling in love in Paris? Nearly everything, it seems...

     She’s soft in too many ways. A people pleaser who goes the extra mile. Some might call her an easy target. In short, she has all of the qualities that I despise. But when it comes to me, she doesn’t hesitate to fling her poison arrows my way. She has every right to her feelings. Over the years, I’ve given her plenty of ammo. Yeah, I hate Lola. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her too. When she makes me a proposition I can’t refuse, there’s just one problem. She tastes so f*cking sweet. So f*cking good. So f*cking mine. This is a full length standalone.

    “For what?” “For rocking my world. It was only supposed to be one night. I’d chosen him to be my escape. Then one night became two… Brando King had been the perfect distraction. I wanted to be friends. He wanted all of me. The truth was, the girl he had fallen for didn't exist. I'd been hiding the real me to protect a secret... one that had almost cost me my life. If I opened up, could I trust Brando not to run?