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.

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.

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.

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-...

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...

One brother’s best friend + one hotel room = two blue lines If “sexy” had a mascot, my brother’s best friend would be it. Deep hazel eyes and a diamond cutting jawline. He offers me the business deal of a lifetime, If I play a convincing date for his ex’s destination wedding. But pretending we're smitten is easier said than done. His devilish smirk and cocky attitude work me up, Until I can't decide if I want to punch him or kiss him. Now sharing one room in paradise has me questioning everything. He’s more than off-limits, But my heart, and his hands, have a mind of their own. ...

I knocked up my best friend’s daughter, The one I promised to protect… It’s been over a decade since I’ve last seen Kendall, And the last place I expected her to turn up was the club. She deserves better, so I offer her a job at my lake property. While she keeps it clean and organizes my office, I try to keep it professional and in my pants. She’s grown up into a fiery vixen, all bold curves and legs for days. And it makes things very… hard. The passion swirling in her eyes tells me the feeling is mutual. But she’s my best friend’s daughter I vowed to look after, Not submit ...

Who’s the stunning blonde with legs for days? Oh h*ll… My best friend’s daughter is my new assistant. She’s sassy, sun-kissed, and way too young for me. From the moment she walks into my office, My d*ck comes to life in a heartbeat. My best friend entrusted me to give her good working experience, Not bend her over my desk. She thinks I hate her. I’m just trying not to cross a line. Stolen moments, tangled sheets, her perfect body underneath mine… Her southern drawl and smart mouth push all my buttons, Unearthing feelings I’d buried for a decade. I’m too old and jaded for ...

We’re supposed to be business rivals, not one night stand buddies. And he damn sure shouldn’t be my baby daddy. First meeting for my big contract and it’s the hottie I ghosted last night. Embarrassing. I need to keep my head in the game. But we’re violating company policies left and right, And getting on HR’s bad side. Secret gazes, stolen touches, Me bent over the conference room table to “work it out of our systems”. Now it's too late, I'm screwed. He dipped his pen in my company ink. I’m just counting down the days until he finds out... He’s going to be a daddy.

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 ...

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...

A chance reunion with the Italian hottie I once swore off. One scorching look, and I’m caught between hating him… and craving a second round. He was my foreign exchange secret—young, gorgeous, and off-limits. We agreed it was just a summer fling, but my heart knew better. Now he’s back, a full-grown man in a tailored suit, with a cocky grin that still makes me weak. Stacked muscles, piercing eyes, and an arrogant charm that dares me to surrender all over again. His old pet name for me ghosts across his lips—“Cara Mia”—and every shred of caution slips. I’ve changed since he...

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...

My crush has come home just in time for Christmas, but wanting him could mean breaking my big brother’s heart. Asher Mitchell is still the Scrooge I remember from when I was a kid. I decide to get my own back for all the teasing, but my pranks lead us to forbidden places. When we kiss, I know it’s wrong. When he calls me Snowflake and his icy exterior begins to melt, I want more. Our secret could ruin everything. It should be a relief when our company gives us anonymous cellphones for the Secret Santa scheme, a break from my brother’s best friend’s obsessive attention. As we text, ...

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 ...

Evie Scott went through hell and barely escaped. Now, she does everything she can to remain invisible. To survive. Because if she’s found, she’s dead.

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 ...