Eleanora When Prince Reed, a royal whose heart I once knew and cherished, hosts an upcoming social season in hopes of finding a wife, I jump at the opportunity to return to my hometown, which I've missed so much. However, I soon find myself conflicted between my loyalty to Reed and my newfound passion for Jax, which has created an emotional whirlwind and left me torn. As if the turmoil of choice was not enough, a sinister secret began to unravel from my return. An enemy who would stop at nothing to see me silenced forever. Author's Note. In this story, Eleanora ends up with two lovers. Both...

The senator’s daughter needs a bodyguard, even if she doesn’t want one, Forced to fake date each other, it’s not long before they realize they’re playing their roles too well… HER My whole life has been defined by my mom’s career, Now she’s been elected, it seems like she’s only getting more controlling. She tells me I need a bodyguard, but it feels like I’m getting a babysitter, A hot one, for sure, but does he have to be so grumpy?! There’s no way I can live my life with a bodyguard at my elbow the whole time, If we’re going to get through this, we’re going to need...

This is a boxed set of eight fake relationship romances, featuring tattooed, brooding billionaires who propose a marriage of convenience, only to fall for their sunshine fake brides and must grovel to win their hearts, with a grand gesture that will take your breath away!

I am the type of woman who always plays it safe. In my professional life as a public relations "fixer", and in my personal life, especially when it comes to the opposite sex. Really, who needs the wild highs and the I-want-to-die-because-he-left-me lows of a relationship? At least, that's what I thought...until I met HIM. Damian No-Last-Name-Given is sexy as sin, and I'd developed some kind of weird, instant attraction to him the moment he settled his chiseled body next to mine on a flight from London to Los Angeles.

Paint your toes. Pick up the wrong coffee and bagel order. Drive from Brooklyn to Jersey in traffic so slow you want to tear your hair out. It’s amazing all the useless things I can accomplish while on hold for three hours with customer service. Three hours when I should be getting the Date-in-a-Box website ready to launch at the big business expo in a few days. Except my shiny new website is glitching, and my inner rage-monster is ready to scorch some earth...when he finally picks up. Not the robot voice I expected but a real live human named Kal.