Marshall G

He makes me feel things. It's icky, and I don't like it. I've only known him a few hours. He scares me. But he's so good, I can't stop myself.

Meet the swooniest billionaire of all time in one awesome and hilarious romantic-comedy collection. This collection includes Tapping the Billionaire, Tapping Her, and the novella Be My Billionaire Valentine.

The very far future: The galaxy is a drifting wreck of black holes, neutron stars, and chill white dwarfs. The age of star formation is long past. Yet there is life here, feeding off the energies of the stellar remnants, and there is mind, a tremendous galaxy-spanning intelligence each of whose thoughts lasts a hundred thousand years. And this mind cradles memories of a long-gone age when a more compact universe was full of light... The 27th century: Proxima Centauri, an undistinguished red dwarf star, is the nearest star to our sun. How would it be to live on such a world?

I'm Jett, self-made billionaire. I have everything I could ever want - except revenge. Eight years ago, my best friend and I planned to start a business together...until I fell for his little sister. After he found out, he stole my idea and made a fortune. She took his side and stabbed me in the back. Now he's in financial straits, while I'm richer than I ever dreamed. So I made Whitney a bargain: 40 million dollars in exchange for a week of her body. But now that she's in my bed, what if it's not animosity I feel? What if I fall for her again?

I'm Calla. I'm responsible. I plan. I'm cautious - always - until I see him, the gorgeous stranger with the rugged hands and the dark mood. Instantly, I'm drawn. I can't stop staring. I can't stop wanting. When he makes me an indecent proposal, I do something shocking. I say yes. I follow a man whose name I don't know to his hotel room, so I can surrender my body. But what have I gotten myself into? And what will happen when I accidentally discover the identity of my sexy stranger?

Marry the girl I've had a crush on my whole life? Check. Inherit a hundred-billion-dollar company? Check. Produce an heir.... Wait, what? I have 90 days to knock up my brand-new fake wife. There's only one problem - she hates my guts. And in the fine print of the contract is the requirement that we produce an heir. She can't stand to be in the same room with me. She says she'll never be in my bed. But I've never backed down from a challenge, and I'm not about to start now.

When mystery author D. B. Ziegler is late delivering her book, Abi Schore steps in to help. Surely she can give her favorite author moral support over the holiday break and get the manuscript to her boss at Tea & Sympathy Publishing in time for the new year. When Abi shows up on Ms. Ziegler’s doorstep bearing holiday treats, she’s met by the author’s handsome grandson Dov, who reveals a startling plot twist. His grandmother isn’t able to finish the book and Dov promised he’d complete it so fans won’t be disappointed—a task that’s harder than he ever imagined.

Hannah Gold never thought she’d speak to Ethan Reisner ever again. Getting dumped in high school will do that to you. But when she needs to find a beloved sweater in time for her parents’ 50th anniversary, she begins her search where she last saw it: Ethan’s childhood home. She thought calling Ethan out of the blue would be the hardest part, but breaking fifteen years of silence was just the beginning. Why is Ethan being so friendly? And helpful? And funny? And is it possible for someone to be handsome over the phone?

I never expected to spend my days as a dancing girl...but it beats the alternative. In the window of a filthy space station cantina, I gyrate my hips and hope for better days. When I'm bought by the most intimidating alien on Three Nebulas Station, those better days are on their way. Zakoar of the Broken Back is a cyborg who deals in black market prosthetics. He's terrifying to look at, with a metal jaw and a fearsome demeanor. He intimidates everyone in the galaxy...except me.

Resonance. It's a given on the ice planet, forced upon you by the parasitic symbiont called the "khui". With resonance, a guy and a girl are paired up because they'll make great babies. It's a survival mechanism necessary for this sparsely populated world we're stranded on. Everyone expects resonance to happen when 20 newcomers are dropped onto the frosty world. I doubt anyone expects the gorgeous golden god named Ashtar to resonate to someone like me, though. But resonance seems to think we'd be great together. And Ashtar does, too.