That’s not me. Nope, quite the opposite. I’ve been hired—well, blackmailed is more like it—to be a bad influence on grumpy, gorgeous, humor-deprived billionaire Elliott Bradford. He’s just become the public face of his family’s company, Bradford Amusement Parks. Problem: The board is about to kick him to the curb because they think Elliott wouldn’t recognize fun if it bit him in the as… spiration.And they’re not wrong. I can’t believe I have to spend the next three months trying to coax a smile out of Jerk-in-a-Box. But if I fail, my secret shenanigans will be brought to light and my parents will pay the price. Again.So here I am, getting stuck on top of a midnight roller coaster ride with him… and letting him kiss my panic attack away. Signing us up for a mud run… and letting him wash the mud out of my hair in the shower… Yes, I’m that dedicated to my job.But the more I get to know broody Elliott, the more I think there might actually be a beating heart hiding underneath that navy double-breasted jacket. And the closer I get to the end of my assignment, the more I want to be the girl who can make him smile for real.

    Little did she know she was about to add hundred and ninety pounds of swoonworthy abdominal muscles and arrogance to her life.Every day in Rians’s life follows a predictable pattern, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s got a nice job, a nice place to live, and a nice family – even if they are a little wedding-zilla-ish at the moment.She doesn’t need anything spectacular to be happy. She just needs to get healthy – mentally, physically. . . and maybe spiritually if that happens. But she’ll settle for two out of three until her sister finally gets hitched.Carlos Davies thought his life was perfect. Little did he know it was about to be turned upside down by a woman who is not his type.In Carlos’s mind, his life is damn near perfect. He’s got a great job, a great place to live, and a great stash of pick up lines that always work. It has occurred to him that maybe no one actually takes him all that seriously. But with these bulging biceps and thick, dark hair, does that even matter since he’s never sleeping alone?Welcome to Weight Expectations, where great—and unexpected—things happen.

    I got a billionaire boyfriend instead.My name’s Ali Greenwald, and I’m taking a break from men. I had my vow of celibacy all planned out. Then I met Marc Wylan, my billionaire kryptonite.He’s not sporting a ring. And he’s got a metal credit card with a high spending limit. Oo-la-la.Seattle’s favorite billionaire is tall, dark, and handsome. An absolute catch. But we’ve got opposite goals. And he’s a total jerk. He’s ahead of me in line to buy the puppy of my dreams. My puppy. He thinks he’s going to get my number.He’s wrong.After stealing my dog, he makes me an offer. One date, in exchange for a sincere apology. Needing an escape, I make a counter-offer. If we run into each other again, I’ll give him my number. There’s no way that will happen in Seattle.Well, it happens. I’m his daughter’s teacher. And now I’m really screwed.Instead of handing him my number, I get defensive. I make a new offer. Whoever holds out the longest wins the dog. I’m not giving up.Problem is, I’m finding out his only defect is that he’s perfect. Too perfect. I keep an eye out for his fatal flaws. There are none. He’s a great dad.Who am I kidding? I’m falling for the man who pushed ahead of me in line. Pretty soon, I won’t need a dog. I’ll be on all fours, but he’ll be the one wearing a leash.We’ll see how long he’ll last.

    No phone number, no text.I don’t even know his last name or where he lives.I mean - really? We nearly make the king-size bed in our hotel room break down (twice!) and my ONS from last night doesn’t even bother to say goodbye?Gosh, I hope I never see this jerk again.But it seems like the Universe has different plans for me.Because when I start my new job, guess who’s my new boss?Right, Mr. I’m-so-handsome-and-I-know-it.Getting a tooth pulled is fun compared to being his assistant.He’s cold, arrogant and demanding, and nothing I ever do seems good enough for him.If I didn’t desperately need the money, I’d quit right away.That is until… the unthinkable happens.When the fifth pregnancy test shows two lines, I must face the truth:I’m carrying Mr. Bosshole’s baby!This enemies-to-lovers romance features a hero with a big... ego & romantic HEA that will leave you swooning!"Loving The Enemy" can be read as a stand-alone.

    Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict. Of course, I touched it. If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth. I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed.I know. Bad, bad, girl.Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression. I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing. Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. Cue the James Bond music.I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me. Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.

    His drive off the floor is just as potent. Every woman who knows him has felt the rush. But now he’s met his match in Lara McKenzie—a woman with the power to bring Ian to his knees.An ambitious, whip-smart daughter of FBI agents, Lara is a rising star in fighting white-collar crime. Her latest case—the investigation of Ian Bradley for insider trading—could make her career. She knows a scoundrel when she sees one. Ian fits the bill: a cocky, ridiculously handsome bad boy with a slick swagger.She’ll do anything to prove he’s guilty. He’ll do anything to prove he’s not. But it’s only a matter of time before their fierce battle of wits gets oh so hot and personal. Now, taking down Ian has become more than business for Lara. It’s become a pleasure—and there’s more at risk than she ever dreamed.

     I’m in the midst of scrawling “I QUIT!” onto his fancy cardstock letterhead when my boss corners me. He needs a favor, he says. And then he asks how well I can act … Hudson Rutherford needs a fiancée. With his old-moneyed parents forcing him to marry some bratty hotel heiress and his hedonistic, playboy lifestyle at stake, the only way to get them to back off is to make them think he’s truly, madly, deeply in love … with me—his third personal assistant this year. But I can hardly stand working for him as it is. Hudson is crazy hot and well-aware. He’s arrogant, spoiled, and silver-spooned. He checks me out when he thinks I’m not looking, and his life is a revolving door of beautiful women. Plus, he can’t even pronounce my name correctly—how’s he going to convince his family he’s in love with me?! I’m seconds from giving him a resounding “no” when he flashes his signature dimpled smirk and gives me a number that happens to contain a whole mess of zeroes … On second thought, I think I can swallow my pride. But, oh baby, there’s one thing I haven’t told him, one teensy-tiny thing that could make this just a hair complicated … Here’s hoping this entire thing doesn’t explode in our faces.

    Everyone else seems to be moving forward. Her older sister Savannah is planning a Christmas wedding. Bristol's ex-husband is remarried and a dad again. But she's stuck in a funk and even the holidays aren't helping.At least not until a sexy stranger arrives in town and turns into a worthy distraction.Beau offers to teach Bristol everything he knows about hockey--which is a lot considering he went pro--but that's on the down low. Everything is. He's got reasons for coming to Hope Falls, for spending time with Bristol and her family. Big, secret reasons. But between giving her skating lessons and falling ass over face for the woman, he's got to stay focused on the goal.And it's starting to look like protecting someone he loves means hurting Bristol.WARNING: This book will punch you in the feels. It's a small-town Christmas happily ever after with hands-on skating lessons (wink wink), a hockey hottie trying to do the right thing no matter what his "stick" tells him, a precocious 8-year-old scheming for her mom's happiness, a big beautiful family fumbling their way through grief, and the best dang Christmas Eve grand gesture ever.

    Neurotic and obsessive when it comes to work details, sure, but a damn cute temptation nevertheless.She's been a good tenant and an even better worker. Plus, she doesn't simper or throw herself at me like a lot of women who find out my net worth. I've grown...fond of her, oddly enough.But if she drags me out of bed in the middle of the night to talk about work one more time...* * * * *The man's a saint.Not only did Jason hire me for the greatest project I've ever run point on, but he also let me move into an amazing loft in his building as an extravagant job-relocation perk. Sure, he can be a grouch when I accidentally wake him up to go over the project, but he's still a saint nevertheless.He's been a fantastic boss and a surprisingly protective landlord. But...when did his shoulders get so wide? And why is that growling voice of his making me all weak in the knees lately?Also, is it still considered morning wood if it happens in the middle of the night...or something more?* * * * *NOTE: This high-heat, low-drama standalone is a fast-paced dirty, flirty rom-com chock-full of HOT, swoony, feel-good fun. Contents include: A gruff blue-collar billionaire and feisty tomboy heroine. Lots of schmexy good times and steamy romance throughout. And of course, a sweet, melty HEA. No cheating. No angst. No stress. No cliffhanger. Enjoy!* * * * *The HARD, FAST, AND FOREVER Series- Book 1: Bare Ass in Love (Jason & Summer)- Book 2: Hard Ass in Love (Logan & Nicole)- Book 3: Gruff Ass in Love (Cade & Katelyn)***Previously titled Show Me Yours – same fun story, just with a fresh title/cover makeover***

    Most people hate me.I’m rich, powerful, influential.But somehow, I have a soft spot for her.Eliza makes me feel something that I didn’t know I even had in me.Love.She’s become more than the woman I only want to sleep with.But she hates me even more since I called her my fiancée.Without having a fake relationship contract in place.Her and I are on the same page with the terms.But what happens when she violates the agreement by keeping a secret?ElizaI should never have agreed to becoming his fake fiancée.Justin Alexander is everything that a man shouldn’t be.Rich, too powerful, annoyingly hot.So hot that I couldn’t stop thinking about him if I tried.He knows that. And he feels the same way.Justin took the liberty to announce that we were engaged.News flash: We weren’t. It was a white lie that caught me off-guard.A lie that I have to accept because he’s offering me an obscene amount of money to play his fake fiancée. Money that I desperately need for my father’s treatment.I don’t have a good feeling about this.Especially after our first kiss.A Kiss that inspired wicked thoughts…A Kiss that made the world around me fade away to stars and blinding pleasure.He tasted of sweet, forbidden desire, like an apple from the Garden of Eden.Wasn’t this supposed to be all fake?No feelings. No obligations.And no baby.Would now be the right time to tell my boss about his surprise gift?Author’s Note: Get ready for a fun, emotional and steamy workplace romance with a happily ever after and no cheating!

    was supposed to end all the drama in my life. Find an apartment, get a job, show my rich family I don't need their money...until I end up as the assistant to the world's Number One underwear model.Did I mention we almost hooked up last week and I “lost” his number?So much for leaving the drama behind. Maybe it’s been me this whole time.I guess things are about to get even crazier because my mom just arrived with bodyguards...The Billionaire and the Runaway Bride is a hilarious romantic comedy featuring a hot underwear model/crypto billionaire with an HR crisis and a fun-loving heiress running from the wedding of her nightmares. You want the swooniest waltz and proposal, a creative birthday cake, babies and a happy ending to warm your heart and make you smile? Grab it today!

    And one of us is going to have to leave. And it won’t be me.‘Cause I can do his job, and mine like a boss.Like A Boss is the first book in The Boss Duet. If you love laugh-out-loud cocky heroes and sassy, strong heroines, then you will love this page-turning masterpiece which was nominated best debut novel by Goodreads 2016.

    . .Leah Martin has spent her life trying to avoid temptation. But she's sick of low-fat snacks, counting calories, and her hyper-critical mom. Fortunately, her popular new bakery keeps her good and distracted. But there aren't enough éclairs in the world to distract Leah from the hotness that is Sam Cooper - or the fact that he just told her mother that they're engaged . . . which is a big, fat lie.Sam sometime speaks before he thinks. So what started out as defending Leah's date-ability to her judgmental mother soon turned into having a fiancee! Now the plan is to keep up the fake engagement, stay "just friends," and make Leah's family loathe him enough to just call the whole thing off . But Sam has an insatiable sweet tooth, not only for Leah's decadent desserts but her decadent curves. Her full lips. Her bright green eyes. Yep, things aren't going quite according to plan. Now Sam has to convince Leah that he's for real . . . before their little lie turns into one big, sweet disaster.

    You know the one? He drinks his whiskey neat and power oozes from his suit-clad form. The night we spend together is perfect—I’ll treasure the memory for as long as I live.Until I discover who he is.Who’s the billionaire asshole trying to tear down my bookstore? My one-night stand. Correction: my rich, handsome, calculating one-night stand.I hate his determination and his ruthlessness. I hate the way he smirks and the thick fall of his hair. But most of all, I hate that I can’t look at him without remembering our night together—a night he’s keen to repeat.During the day, we’re at war.At night, we’re lovers.Sorry. I think they call it, ahem, fudge buddies.The two things are strictly separated.No funny business. No emotions.And definitely no falling for him.BILLION DOLLAR ENEMY is a brand-new standalone romance from author Olivia Hayle! Guaranteed to show you a good time, it has her trademark smart heroine and a filthy rich hero who is as charming as he's infuriating...

    Also known as: me, the night I stumble into bed with a Fairfield. Cohen isn’t my type. Not even a little. I mean, other than his legendary family genes, and a smirk that leaves me as breathless as it does enraged. One night. That’s all I want. Then daylight comes, and all I want is to forget him. There’s just one problem: that night was too incredible to black out. Actually, there are two problems. Now my sister wants me to be her surrogate. To carry her child. To be pregnant. But, as luck would have it…I already am. * * * Wasted, hungover, in that dress or out of it: there’s not a single version of Juliet I don’t find beautiful. Including knocked-up. I’m a joker. I’m immature. She’s got a long list of reasons why I’m not her type. But thank God for hormones: now she needs something. Bad. And I can give it to her, in about a hundred different ways. I promise her our arrangement will stay purely physical. I’m a liar. * * * Darling, All at Once is a standalone romance with an HEA. It is the first book in the Fairfields series by Piper Lennox. Please be advised: this novel contains intimate scenes some readers may not find suitable.