Now that she’s landed the assignment she intends to make it big, with feature articles on the front page of every sports section in the country. But to do that, she needs to score an interview with the most private and elusive athlete in baseball, Patriots’ superstar Jake Miller.On the rebound from a devastating injury that knocked him out of play for a season, Jake has a lot to prove to the suits in the head office. He’s sure he still has what it takes to win, and he’ll be damned if he lets anything get in the way of his climb back to the top of the charts.The last thing Jake needs is a pushy female reporter distracting him. But one look at Maddie and he knows he’s in trouble. He finds himself trying for a different kind of play, one that involves bedrooms and not baseball stats. Sleeping together could damage both their careers, and Maddie is all about saying no. But when it comes to the game of love, Jake is playing to win.

    Determined to ditch her crappy life, she moved to Nashville with only $200, her guitar, and a notebook full of songs. She hit it big as America’s country sweetheart, but a year of living like a rock star plus a stint in rehab has killed any good will she had with her label. The suits have ordered Kit to shape up or ship out of the limelight. The last thing she needs is a hot, sexy distraction with a sinful smile.He doesn’t know the meaning of the word.Max Butler is as far from a celebrity as you can get and he likes it that way. A Nashville firefighter, he’s living the single life with a revolving door of parties, friends, and a different woman in his bed every night. When his normal life suddenly collides with the girl on his favorite Rolling Stone cover, he sees the perfect chance to fulfill his ultimate fantasy and see just how bad Kit can be.Sometimes bad is so very good.With three weeks until Kit leaves for her big tour, Max promises to give her a break from being the good girl--no strings attached. But when hot days lead to sultry nights, the lines get blurred and suddenly three weeks of bad might not be good enough.

    No kissing. No fooling around. No falling in love. What can possibly go wrong? Note to self: When your boyfriend dumps you on your thirtieth birthday, it's probably not the smartest idea to drink so much that you wake up in the same bed as the mysterious hottie wearing the gorgeous suit who you noticed sitting across the bar.The only silver lining in my obvious lack of judgment is the promise of never seeing Mr. Suit again, not in a city the size of New York.Or so I thought, until a story I'm working on about the country's most sought-after and elusive escort lands me in the same café as Mr. Suit. So I do what any self-respecting woman of my age would do in my shoes... Try to ignore him. But he won't let me. Instead he makes a proposition that leaves me questioning whether I need to have my ears checked. Be his fake girlfriend for a summer of wealth and excess in the Hamptons. In return, he'll help me win back my boyfriend's heart.Juvenile? You bet.Effective? Could be.Bad idea? Most likely.But what do I have to lose?Apparently, a lot more than I originally bargained for. Let the games begin... Dating Games is a standalone modern retelling of Cinderella meeting her billionaire Prince Charming. If you like a sassy heroine, a sinful hero, and a whole lot of laughs, then you'll love this fake relationship romance.

    Besides, it pays well and she needs the money for her sister's medical bills and to put her through art school. But when that art school's very existence is under threat from Cleo's latest target, billionaire Reece Kavanagh, she will do anything in her power to stop him and keep her sister happy. Until she falls in love with him. He was supposed to be a jerk, but Reece turns out to be everything Cleo ever wanted in a man. His heart is not cold and empty as reported, but beats only for Cleo. So when he reveals the dark secret that drives him to close down the school, she knows she has to stop him, for his own good as well as her sister's. But what will Reece do when he finds out that the woman he trusts has been undermining him all along? THE BILLIONAIRE BOYFRIEND TRAP is a complete standalone novel with a satisfying ending. The novels in the Kavanagh Family series are: #1 The Billionaire Boyfriend Trap #2 The Billionaire Boyfriend Proposal #3 The Billionaire Boyfriend Bargain (coming soon) ***Excerpt from THE BILLIONAIRE BOYFRIEND TRAP:*** My heart softened. It was almost impossible to think that the hard, cold Reece Kavanagh had demons, yet it made sense. I'd seen him look vulnerable on occasion and knew there was more to him than the hardworking asshole. He could be genuinely happy when something amused him. Yet he seemed to want to bury that side of himself. To please his wealthy, successful and unemotional parents? Or for some other reason? The distant parenting shed some light on why he never kept girlfriends, only bedroom partners. Clearly intimacy freaked him out. He didn't know how to respond when someone showed genuine affection and wanted more from him. So he pushed them away, just like he pushed away his brothers. That was my theory and I thought it worked. Maybe. "Gotta go," Ash said, moving off before I could say anything. It took me a moment to realize he'd spotted Reece coming toward us. The crowd parted for him in Biblical proportions and he prowled up to me as arrogantly as an alpha lion. "What was my brother saying?" he growled. I stood my ground. I knew a little more about the guy now. Hearing the way his brother spoke of him and their parents helped me look past the arrogance through to the real Reece. But it was still damned hard to stand up to him when he was in such a dark mood. "He was apologizing for embarrassing me yesterday," I said. His gaze narrowed. "If that was all, then why the hasty retreat?" "Perhaps he didn't want to speak to his big, scary brother." I thought I saw a ghost of a smile flitter across his lips, but it was so small and so fleeting that I could have been mistaken. "I'm not scary," he said. He should stand in my shoes. Maybe he'd think differently if he saw the determined set of his jaw and the rigidity in the way he held himself. His mouth curved into a broader smile, but there was no humor in it. It was all predatory. "But I am big." Gulp. Yeah, I bet he was. He leaned down and his lips brushed my ear, warm and soft. "Come home with me, Cleo.