He was supposed to break my bed, not my heart. Mr. Hottie-with-a-Body ghosted me a year ago, and now he's my new boss. Still cocky. Still hot AF. Still thinks he can take whatever he wants. And he wants me to be his fake wife. He'll get his promotion and I'll get my debt erased. At first, he drives me crazy pushing all my buttons. But the way he stares at me gives me goosebumps, And soon his rock-hard body is all that fills my thoughts. Now, I love pretending to be husband and wife. Except we pretend a little too perfectly, Because I'm staring at a big, fat plus sign. He's promoted, And ...

Mr. Tattooed, Dark, and Grumpy was supposed to be a one night stand. So how the hell did I end up becoming the nanny… Dressed to kill in all black, Dropping bills like he owns the place. I'm glad I didn't wear panties because they would be destroyed. A bit of fun was all I expected that night. End of story. Until I show up to the nanny interview, and it's him. We clash like oil and water during the day. And ruin the sheets at night. He's already got two sweet daughters of his own and would never settle down. So where does that leave me and MY baby bump… Buckle up for a ride with a foul-...

I like my men how I like my wine, Tasty, full-bodied, and twice my age… like my best friend’s dad. I'm a dedicated nurse, and the responsible one (usually). So catching a ride after a night of drinking makes good sense. Except when that ride is loaded silver fox Landon Leggatt. And OH, did I ride. But afterward, the jerk acted like nothing happened between us, And left me wondering if the sparks were only in my head. I thought I’d gotten over him, until he hurts his ankle, And my best friend calls in a favor for my professional help. Now I'm stuck looking after this brooding grump, ...

One wild LA hookup turned into a fake relationship. Now I’m pregnant—and the hottie who friend-zoned me has no clue I’m falling for real. Meet Gavin Austin: a sinfully gorgeous demigod with sculpted cheekbones and a body that makes me forget my own name. When I heard he was newly single, I couldn’t stop picturing all the wicked things I’d let him do to me. It was just a fantasy... until his ex came crawling back. So I stepped in, took his hand, and claimed him as mine. It’s all supposed to be pretend—until his thumb grazes my cheek, our mouths hover a breath apart, and he ...

Note to self: If you accept a job offer from your brother’s best friend, Don’t sleep with him. And definitely DON'T get pregnant. Eli Whiss is the big bad boss ready to huff, puff, and blow my little panties down. I’m the little sister that comes equipped with a “DO NOT TOUCH” sign from big bro. Our relationship starts with me spilling coffee on his junk and trying to rub it clean. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe my red face. In front of everyone, he treats me like the clumsy little sister. But when the meetings end… his stare claims every inch of my 5’-4” soul...

Rule #1: Don’t sleep with anyone in the office. Rule #2: Definitely DON’T get anyone pregnant. Oh well, I’ve always been a rule breaker. I’m Drew, the one your mother warned you about. My ego is as big as my bank account, and I always get what I want. And I want my sexy as sin PR rep, Camille. She’s constantly cleaning up my scandals and I know she hates me for it. Which makes sneaking around the office with her that much hotter. Our constant love/hate relationship is the stuff of fantasies. Her insatiable appetite for me drives me wild, And I’m happy to deliver what she craves....

Seeing your ex again after six years is one thing, But hiding his secret daughter is a whole new level of complicated… My bestie hooked it up with an all-inclusive vacation, so naturally I said YES. But I should have peeked at the guest list beforehand. Now I’m stuck in paradise for two weeks with the guy who knocked me up and broke my heart. And despite the massive time gap he’s only gotten hotter with age. Annoying. I’m still holding onto my grudge like a lifeline. But Mr. Heartbreaker is giving me all kinds of mixed feelings. Soon sparks are flying, as are our clothes. And he’s...

Booze, boys, and backstage passes. What could go wrong? Turns out, a lot. Jackson Whiss is the living embodiment of a true rock ‘n’ roll bad boy. An alpha who takes what he wants. Demanding. Savage. And spoiler alert: he wants me. But not for the reason that you think. This jerk only needs a fake relationship to leverage my good-girl image. But in exchange, he’ll erase my student loan debt. What starts as a straightforward business deal, Ends backstage with tangled limbs, urgent strokes, and a low growl, “You’re mine.” We’re fire and ice, a match made in chaos. And toying with...

He used to read bedtime stories to me. It was just a silly crush, but now we’re speeding across the country together. I’ve always been the dorky kid sister. Kai is eleven years older than me, ripped, rugged, and so intense every girl in town wants him, but he’s never had eyes for anyone. So there’s no way he would look twice at me. The last time he was here, I was seventeen. Now, at nineteen, he looks at me differently. At first, I think his broody, intense energy is anger, but then he offers to take me on a trip. I think he’s just trying to be nice. I don’t guess he’s hiding ...

Hook up with daddy’s best friend was an accident. What happened next was just...oops. He swooped in and saved me from a face plant. Then left me with two things: Disheveled hair. And a bombshell in my belly. Four years later, he’s my new boss. Dr Banks. Piercing gray eyes, stacked muscles, and a force to be reckoned. Thankfully, I know better not to fall for his charm. But his woodsy scent and his lips make my head spin. My heart skips a beat and I give in. His expert hands wrapped around my body. His talented tongue giving me the best “o”s of my life. Just then, The door flings ...

It's been four years since that earth shattering one night stand with my ex. I never expected to be a mom to his baby girl now. Or that he’d ever actually meet her. I kept our daughter a secret from the famous Tyson Dallas, Because living in the spotlight only brings drama. Plus, that jerk never bothered to call me once. But when I find him sitting in my small town’s diner, My breath catches and heat pools between my legs, The moment his hazel eyes lock onto mine. Sneaking away in his truck to make out behind the bleachers has me seeing stars. And it's like high school when we couldn't ...

I accidentally married my best friend’s brother in Vegas. Now I’m pregnant. “Three million dollars. Going once, twice. SOLD!” “To the tall gentleman in the back.” A bachelorette auction, a blurry night in the city of Sin. Wickedly hot stranger in my bed and, A huge rock on my finger. WTF! I’m married? Shocked, I fled the city with my dirty little secret. A week later... My BFF invited me to her welcome home party. In walks Mason Russell, a certified playboy billionaire. Turns out, he’s not only my Vegas husband, but my best friend’s brother. The plan was to end the facade ...

Amber: How would I describe myself? Single mom. Strong as steel. Stupid - because I listen to my heart and not my head. Logan: This job interview was supposed to get Amber in front of me so I could apologize for hurting her. So I could figure out how to get a second chance to make her mine. I don't care if she's had kids since us - I've always wanted to be a dad. She's my best friend's li'l sis - we'll figure that out. I've got money - but I can't buy her. I was her first - she was mine. I want her to be my last. Wait...is that even possible?

Lying to my best friend wasn’t the worst thing I did, His little sister was. I retreated to my family’s shared cabin after a company scandal. Instead of fuming alone, there was my best friend’s little sister, all grown up. When the storm washes the road away, we get really cozy. She still has that smart mouth on her. Unafraid to bite back and put me in my place. Her killer curves and sinful pout make me go primal. But she’s out of bounds. Pals before gals, Mates before dates, Bros before… you get the point. I came here to escape my problems, Instead, I got one more that I can’t ...

After breaking up with the world’s biggest jerk, I’m reluctant to get back into the dating scene. So my best friend, Paula, and I make a deal. “If it’s ever going bad, shoot me a text, and I’ll come rescue you.” The only problem? I send the text to the wrong P – P for Professor Alexander. I met Asher Alexander on a history field trip, three years ago, only giving me his number in case of an emergency. So there’s no way he’s going to respond now three years later…right? But then he does more than that. This forty-three year old, silver-haired, muscular alpha appears and ...