When my football coach father transferred me to Chicago North University, he asked for two things: 1. Pretend to be one big happy family to shine up his tarnished public image. 2. Don’t date his footballers. Easy enough. Football was his world. Theatre was mine. But when the star quarterback starts showing up everywhere I go, it gets harder and harder to resist his charms. Enter, Junior Morgan. Exit, my clothes. If my father finds out we broke his rules, he’ll make life difficult for both of us. Walking away isn’t as easy as it looks. Not with Junior’s kiss on my lips. His hand ...

When I got the teaching assistant job at Chicago North University, I had to agree to two rules: 1. Follow the syllabus. 2. Don’t date the undergrads. Easy enough. I’m a science nerd with a Graduate thesis to write. My weekend plans don’t exactly include doing keg stands at the Alpha Delta Xi house. But when the fastest halfback in college football shows up in the front row of my chemistry class, the rules start to seem... a little more like guidelines to me. Hello, John Kirby. Farewell, my V-card. If anyone finds out about us, I could lose a lot more than my inhibitions. But John ...

Connor Morgan is all grown up. Like father, like son - Connor's reputation as the Heartbreaker of Chicago North High follows him to Chicago North University, but there's one line he swore he'd never cross... Dana Kirby. The girl next door. His father's best friend's daughter. His best friends' sister. Completely off-limits in every way. Dana begins her freshman year determined to live new experiences. New style, new friends. A whole new Dana. There's one piece of herself she wants to leave behind for good, and there's only one man in the world she trusts to give it to. Dear Heartbreaker, I ...

The wild and hilarious twin-switching second book in the Princes of Chicago North series from Tabatha Kiss! Going out on a date with your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend? That’s bad. But going out on a date with your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend because he accidentally double-booked the night and asked you to go in his place and pretend to be him? That’s just being a good brother. But… then you keep dating your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend because it turns out that you actually really like her and she really likes you, but she still ...

I made a deal with the devil, and he smells like ice and trouble. What started as a transaction ignites into something hotter than any oven in my bakery. Suddenly, faking it feels dangerously real. As the clock ticks down on our fake marriage deadline, I’m terrified that the only thing I might lose isn’t my bakery, but my heart to the hockey player who might be thawing my frozen defenses one stolen kiss at a time. My grandmother always said that good things come to those who wait. Turns out, all that waiting landed me in a financial mess I needed to escape if I wanted to keep my family ...

To Nashville Assassins leading scoring center Phillip Anderson, playing hockey has always been easy - as natural as breathing. His life is no different. That's until his world is turned upside down by the death of his sister. While mourning his loss, Phillip has to find a way to make his very angry 16-year-old niece, Claire, happy. Now, as her guardian, he discovers the only thing that seems to heal her lonely heart is dance class. For Reese Allen, dancing has always been part of her soul.

I knocked up my one-night stand. Well, it started as a one-night stand. Veronica left the next morning with a promise: she'd knock on my hotel room door the next time she passed through Las Vegas. Color me shocked when she actually followed through. The year after that, too. And the year after that. Is a once-a-year fling a thing? Because we perfected it. Until last night—when she showed up with a baby. Our baby. I didn’t even know Veronica’s last name, and now we have a daughter together. One look into those big brown eyes and I was done for. Forget casual. I want the whole damn ...

I’m the father of my best friend’s sister’s son—only she doesn’t know it. When I met Layla Craig years ago, I didn’t know she was my best friend’s off-limits sister— all I knew is she was a bombshell and I wanted her badly. One night we had a sizzling secret encounter and pledged to become inseparable. Yet fate had other plans. Drafted by the NHL, I left town. My calls unanswered, I tried to forget her—but never could. Six years later, I’m back home for the off-season. Running into the love of my life again feels like a thunderbolt. Learning she has a son who looks just ...

See, I've been told I'm the "good time girl", not the one you take home to Mom. And while that label stung at first, I've since embraced it - living the wild and free life and sticking to a three-date max. That's just enough time to have some fun and snuff out the possibility of catching feelings. And it's been working for me for years...until Makoa Kumaka. Sadly, he also has a three-date rule - and it's the exact opposite of mine.

Now a USA Today Bestseller! TOP 10 AMAZON BESTSELLER! #1 in Romantic Comedy #1 in Billionaire Romance I’ve been a lot of things. A brother. An athlete. A s-x god. A fake boyfriend? That’s a new one. I’ve never seen her before in my life. There I was, minding my own business at the hotel bar, when she walked up and asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend. She’d introduce me to her overbearing parents. I’d fawn over her for a few minutes, plant a goodbye kiss on her cheek, and walk away with an extra twenty dollars in my pocket. Seemed simple enough. But she had no idea the random ...

My name is Jupiter Reeves, and I am a fraud. It's not that what's written about me isn't true. I am the greatest third baseman of my generation, possibly ever. I am surly and unapproachable. I do have a constant scowl with an armor of tattoos. To the outside world, I play my role as the bad boy of baseball like I was born to do it. But when the doors are closed, and you boil it down, I'm nothing more than a man who lost his heart too young, with no prospect of getting it back... especially as I still have no idea where its current owner is.

The last person I wanted to fix up my historic dream home with was the handsome older man with money to burn who bought it right out from under me. Thanks to my father, that's exactly what happened. Colton Crawford was making my house a home, and I was back in my childhood room, trying not to think of the towering, gorgeous Adonis with a killer smile… and how much I hated him. Or at least that's what I tried to tell myself. Because the more time we were forced to spend together in the dust and debris, the less our age gap mattered. And the more the sparks flew.

Las Vegas. October 1985. This is the story of how a King claimed his Queen. When I was a recent college grad, I had a dying hotel dropped in my lap. Between rolling up my sleeves and saving the family business, falling in love was the last thing on my mind. Then she walked in. Fiona Garland. Nevada’s sweetheart. The daughter of Senator Richard Garland, my father’s life-long rival. To say she was untouchable would be an understatement. Fiona, apparently, didn’t get that memo. Their feud is their feud, she said. I don’t see why we can’t be friends. But friends don’t look at each ...

My life's defined by my long career as a quarterback. I'm determined to have a great season because I'm not sure how many I have left. But when I slam into gorgeous reporter Kelsey Cole on the sidelines, my focus on the game takes a backseat to my fascination with her. She's tiny, smart, fierce, and makes me feel young again. There's only one problem: she hates football—with good reason, too. Still, you don't become a champion quarterback without learning how to fight for what you want. Football's always come first, but Kelsey might be the one to change that.

Shane Wilder: pro surfer, dream chaser, thief of my heart—and completely off-limits. It was infatuation at first sight. On our first date, he took me to watch the fireworks. It was a magical night of stolen kisses and whispered confessions under the stars. But it all came to a screeching halt when he asked the one question I’d been dreading: "How old are you, Remy?" Right guy, wrong time.