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.

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 ...

I told myself, I wouldn’t let him affect me like this. That I’d keep things professional, controlled. But he doesn’t play by those rules. He storms into my life with his sharp wit and sharper tongue, throwing my world into chaos and walking away like it’s nothing. He is Reece Carter, an alpha silver fox billionaire and a retired sports celebrity. He is my Dad’s Best Friend whom I hated since my teen age. That turned into a bigger problem when he changed into a Casanova after his retirement from big games and became the richest sports businessman in the country. And now? Guess what...

I never thought I’d be working with my brother’s best friend, especially not Ethan West—the icy billionaire heir who drives me up the wall. He and I have never seen eye to eye, and now we’re forced to join forces to plan a charity gala that could change my life. As we clash over every detail, I discover that beneath his cold exterior lies a man haunted by secrets and undeniable charm. The way he looks at me sends my heart racing and blurs the lines between our pretend partnership and something deeper. When an unexpected threat puts my safety in jeopardy, we concoct a fake ...

Dear Santa, All I wanted for Christmas was a quiet holiday, a box of donuts, and maybe—just maybe—a kiss underneath a mistletoe from Prince Charming. Instead, I got Dominic—the mafia king. It started with one questionable decision (mine, obviously), and Dominic swooping in like a Christmas knight—if knights wore tailored suits and had cheekbones sharp enough to slice wrapping paper. Now, I’m stuck in his penthouse, and while there’s no mistletoe, the tension’s hotter than roasted chestnuts. He’s bossy, infuriating, and far too attractive for my sanity. And the way he looks ...

This Christmas Eve, I had one simple plan: close up the family café and face another quiet night alone. But fate had other ideas when Trystan—the boy who was once my best friend and first love—walked back into my life, dusted with snow and wearing a Marine uniform that made my heart skip a beat. I never expected to see him again, let alone offer him a place to stay when a canceled flight leaves him stranded. Under the glow of twinkling Christmas lights and over cups of hot cocoa, old memories resurface and the sparks between us reignite. But letting him in means risking the walls I've ...