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.

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 ...

I knocked up my one-night stand. Well, it started as a one-night stand. Veronica left the morning after with a promise to come knocking on my hotel room again the next time she came through Las Vegas. Color me surprised when she actually followed through the year after that. And the year after that. Is the one-night-a-year stand a thing? Because we were it. Until last night when she showed up with a baby. Our baby. I don’t even know Veronica’s last name and now we have a child together. I took one look into my daughter’s eyes and she had me. I wanted all of it. The big house with the ...

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. Until she walked in. Fiona Garland, Nevada’s girl next door. The daughter of Senator Richard Garland, my father’s life-long enemy. 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 ...

I make the rules, and rule number one? Don’t bang a bandmate. Ever. Managing Criminal Records, the nation’s hottest rock band, is enough to drive anyone insane--and right now, I’m hanging on by a thread. So when Bronson Isaacs, our brooding, dirty-talking drummer, offers me a way to let off some steam--no strings attached--I can’t say no. But one night between lifelong best friends quickly turns into our little secret. The more we fall into bed together, the harder it gets to pretend our friends-with-benefits arrangement isn’t turning into something so much more. Falling for ...

He was my friend. My lover. My ultimate undoing. I'm exiled. Banished from the concrete jungle I call home and forced to spend my summer on my uncle's farm. That's where I met my step-cousin, Tobias, a guy who takes the strong, silent type to the next level. We were told to stay away from each other. Bad influences, they said. But, as we'll soon discover, all we have is each other inside the brutal and dangerous world of the Midwest Alphas, an illegal fighting tournament that promises fame and glory for the victor. Tobias is the local favorite to win it all, but his competitors will stop at...

5 Rules for my Best Friend’s Brother while he crashes at our place 1. He will not speak to me. 2. I will not pick up after him. 3. We will not, under any circumstances, hook up. 4. See Rule #3. 5. Seriously. We’re not hooking up. Ever. Seth Newbury is a jerk. He wasn’t always. Once upon a time, he was a sweet boy who went around kissing ouchies on the playground. Then, he grew up and my first crush became my first bully, too. I decided to delete him from my life, but it’s hard to erase your best friend’s older brother. It’s even harder to avoid him when he’s temporarily living...

I went home with the hottest guy at my high school reunion... and his best friend. Oops. One moment, I’m at my high school reunion and the next, they took me back to their place and my plus-sized undies were on the floor. Max Monahan and Thad Hemsley. The dynamic duo of our high school, Belle Academy. They never looked twice at me back then but now? They want me. Both of them. But they’re best friends. I should do the right thing and choose one. I’ll choose Max. I’ve had a crush on him my entire life. But Thad… He makes me feel more alive than I ever have. No matter what I do, I ...

Robbie Wheeler. My muse. The classic bad boy with a leather jacket and a heart of gold. But I'm not making that mistake again. A girl can't keep banging her ex-husband. That would be naughty. I left him, but he never left me. He signed the papers with a smile and promised to win be back someday. I didn't believe he could change. Then, he showed up when I needed him the most. My muse has returned to claim my heart, but I can't help but wonder... Is this really our happily ever after? Or is it all just another lie? Pretty Ever After is a hot second chance romance with a bad boy hero, a snarky...

The neglected housewife. The irresistible milkman. Nathaniel Scott is back. I never looked twice at him in high school. Now, five years later, he's the town's new milkman. Handsome, charming, and so eager to please. He's that tall glass of milk I've always craved. But the home I've made belongs to another man. A man who refuses to give me what I need. I never thought I could be that woman. The kind who wrecks her own life for selfish pleasures but I'll do whatever it takes to feel alive again. The milkman is coming. And I'm leaving my back door unlocked. The Milkman is steamy, sweet, and oh...

Rock gods don’t date pop princesses. Especially not her. Knox Benton, lead singer of Criminal Records, built his career on rebellion. But when the label demands a fake relationship to boost their new rising star, he’s stuck with the last person he wants—his ex. Harmony Max was once his muse. Now, she’s a pop sensation chasing the stardom she always dreamed of. A publicity stunt should be easy… if they can stick to the rules: No touching. No shared rooms. No falling in love. They broke every rule before—along with each other’s hearts. But with every staged kiss and stolen ...