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.

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.

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.

One action. One moment of weakness. One game night where things had gotten out of hand. I had destroyed his heart and my reputation. After fifteen years, my high school crush was back in town. But just like before, Bronton’s visit ended with 3 ‘one to manys.’ One day of tears and apologies. One night of passion. One big surprise. It was just an ice cream cone date. An innocent moment to set things straight, right? Well, not quite… Our night ended with me straddling his lap. Honestly, could you blame me? My skinny music nerd crush was now a billionaire with muscles bulging under his ...

My gaze raked down his body. His tailored black suit told me everything… Everything I remembered about my high school crush x2. Signing this contract spelled trouble, But I was desperate… Desperate to get out of the nightmare I was living. Then, just like that, Rocker Delahoya was my new boss. And within one day. That’s right… Only one day, I moved in with him. No, don’t judge me… It wasn’t for the reasons you might imagine. Our families’ drama pushed us together. Till We lost control. And acting out our teenage fantasies Seemed like the perfect remedy for stress. But I had ...

I thought I was giving her the job out of pity, but I definitely had some selfish reasons. She was a single mother who was in debt, and I almost considered it my duty as a billionaire to help her out. After all, she’d taken my breath away the night before. That was all it was supposed to be. Just that one night. It was the only night where she wasn’t going to be my employee. We were supposed to forget about the passion and start afresh the next morning. And if I’m being honest, this was the first time I’d actually lied to myself. Because there was no way I could keep my hands off of...

Starring quarterback. Lacrosse team captain. Ripped muscles from head to toe. In high school, he was only a jock with a pretty face. Nothing more, nothing less. Ok? Then why did I volunteer to pose as Dune’s fake fiancé? I convinced myself it was just to help an old acquaintance. He needed to sell a story to the judge. Keeping his niece safe was Dune’s first priority. And he promised to save me from my creepy biological father. So, I agreed to move into his mansion. Only for the sake of our story and my protection, right? Well, maybe, that’s not all. The fake fiancé shtick had ...

Gemma Summers is unlucky in love. She's known it since third grade, when her first crush blew a spitball into her hair, and a decade-long string of bad dates, boring sex, and abysmal morning afters has done nothing to improve her prospects. But when a random radio call-in contest lands her courtside tickets to the hottest playoff game of the season, Gemma's luck may finally be on the upswing, even if it doesn't exactly seem like it when the dreaded Jumbotron kiss cam lands on her and her date.