Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

When Carson McCrae, the hottest designer in Manhattan, asked me to model a new bra in a fashion show, I knew it was a line. How could it not be? I’m anything but a runway model. Sure, I’m tall, but I’m not skinny. I got more curves than Kim Kardashian. It was definitely a line. So why did I say yes? Growing up in a commune four hours from New York City, Vixen Teal is not your typical New Yorker. Disgusted with a new leader, she leaves home and finds employment at a small boutique in Manhattan. During a chance meeting, celebrity designer, Carson McCrae, offers Vixen a modeling gig out ...

Sixteen years ago, I lost Belle, the love of my life, in a tragic car accident. Devastated, I left Scotland to work in Uncle Ben's brokerage firm in Manhattan. Dedicating my life to the job, I rose to the top of the ladder, next in line to head the billion-dollar company. Belle, however, never left my heart. Every year––on our anniversary––I dine at the restaurant where we first met. And that's when I saw her again…today! She was three tables away—the spitting image of Belle from sixteen years ago. It couldn’t be a coincidence. It had to be fate or at least a sign. Now, ...

New stand-alone novel in M.S. Parker's: The Scottish Billionaires. Baylen McFann: A week ago, I was engaged to be married. Now, I’m single and humiliated. My wife to be–also my business partner–eloped with her ex, and left me, not only without a fiancée but also with a mismanaged, almost bankrupt business. My parents, of course, scolded me. How could I be so stupid? Now I’m stuck in coach instead of a private jet until I can redeem myself. One thing is for sure. I’ll never mix business with pleasure again. When Baylen, the middle son in the wealthy McFann family, discovers that ...

Brody: I never let anyone get close. It’s too easy to lose the people you love. Just like I lost my mother, Shannon, after whom I named my business. That strategy has worked splendidly, until the night my steel walls were shattered by a single kiss. Freedom: What harm is a little New Year’s Eve kiss? It doesn’t mean anything. The same applies to a New Year’s Eve hook-up, right? Except I can’t get that infuriating man out of my mind. Not even to focus on the most important task of my life, completing my last semester at Stanford. At his distillery, Brody McCrae crafts a fine ...

Alec: Lumen is amazing. She brings out the playful, relaxed side of me, but fate doesn’t seem to agree we belong together. And now, my ex pops back into my life and wants to make a go of it again so our daughter can have a real family. I’m torn between what’s best for my daughter or following my feelings for Lumen. Lumen: Just when our relationship was going great, Alec basically blows me off the minute his ex is back in town. He texted that he needs a break while he figures out what’s going on with his family. And to add fuel to the fire, someone told my principal about the massage...