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.

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.

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.

From bestselling author, Emma J Bowen, comes the third installment of the Iron Serenade series. A sheltered mountain girl. A wounded rock star. Can their unlikely connection survive the clash of their worlds? Clara's world is the peaceful Colorado mountains. She's never known love beyond her family's wellness retreat. When famous guitarist Jared checks in, her world expands in ways she never imagined. Jared is recovering from a recent heartbreak. Meeting Clara awakens feelings he thought were long dead. But falling for her could jeopardize his career and her family's business. Clara's ...

I never expected a one-night stand with the bartender would turn my world upside down. When a scandal threatens my music career, I escape to my hometown, desperate for a break. On my first night back, I meet Ethan—kind, charming, and running the local bar. After one unforgettable night together, I learn the truth: Ethan is the brother of my high school ex. We both know it’s a bad idea to get involved, but life has other plans. I end up working at his bar, and the chemistry we’ve tried to ignore only grows stronger. When my career calls me back to LA, I realize my heart is still in my ...

From Bestselling Author Emma J Bowen comes a heartwarming opposites-attract romance that will strike all the right chords. Continuing the Iron Serenade Series with Sophie's Serenade. A dedicated nurse. A disillusioned rockstar. Can reality TV spark true love?Sophie is an overworked pediatric nurse, juggling her demanding job and caring for her special needs brother. She never imagined falling for a celebrity. But when she meets Mario on a dating show, unexpected sparks fly. Mario, the famous bassist of Iron Serenade, is tired of shallow relationships. He’s captivated by Sophie’s genuine...

From topping charts to rock bottom, I've done it all. But falling for my childhood rival, my best friend's sister, might be my greatest hit or a swan song. After my overdose scandal hits the media, my carefully crafted image shatters like a mic drop. I'm now public enemy number one, hiding in my hometown. Then I see Colette. All grown up, a siren in denim and leather. Her jade gaze pierces through my defenses, hiding secrets as dark as mine. One look and I'm on fire, burning like I'm 19 again. My toxic past endangers her, while her abusive ex lurks in the shadows. We're two broken ...

From Bestselling Author Emma J Bowen comes a new enemies to lovers, opposites attract romance. Introducing the Iron Serenade Series with Elena's Encore. A rule-bound pianist and a notorious rock star. A collision that ignites an inferno. Under the spotlight’s glare, can passion turn into love?Elena Brooks, classical and controlled. With dreams of grand concert stages, her life is a melody of discipline. Enter Liam—charisma with a rock god's voice and Adonis's body disrupting her tune. Liam Rourke, wild heart under the fame. Their eyes meet, and pretense starts to melt. Without Elena, he...

Falling for my best friend’s father is a recipe for heartbreak. Marcus Davenport is a billionaire who exudes power and control—impossibly handsome, utterly forbidden. I came to the Davenport mansion to escape—grief, an unfinished novel, and the holidays I can’t face. But a snowstorm grounds all flights, and now I’m stranded. Alone. With him. Marcus isn’t just the man I shouldn’t want—he’s the only one who sees the cracks beneath my surface. His quiet presence steadies me, even as his touch sparks a fire I can’t resist. Every lingering glance and subtle touch tightens the...

JACK: Who's the stunning siren with the killer curves? Damn… I’m stuck guarding Layla Thorne, rock star diva and the ultimate forbidden fruit. She’s a hurricane in heels, so why am I aching to get caught in her storm? Day one, she ditches me. Mobbed by fans—rookie move, sweetheart. She’s a wildcat in leather, I’m a soldier in chaos. Her fiery spirit’s a dangerous aphrodisiac. Why can’t I stop thinking about those lips? Protecting her just got primal. How do I keep my distance when all I want is to claim her? LAYLA: Who’s the broad-shouldered brooding hunk with the piercing...

In my darkest days, I found solace in the words of rock star god Noah Hart. He saw into my heart. And I saw into his. Even though we'd never met, I felt as if I knew the man behind the music. Then I met him. Noah isn't a wounded poet. He's a jerk. He's abrasive, cutting, and guarded as hell. He says people are selfish. He says we're only out for ourselves. He refuses to trust. He refuses to let anyone in. I'm supposed to be helping him write a song. I'm supposed to be his confidant. But the only time we connect is when we take to his bed.

She was determined and worked hard to achieve her dreams of breaking through the “Glass Ceiling”. He was a rich and entitled trust fund brat that was always in legal trouble. He was expected to carry on the family business instead of following his own true dreams for his life. While she was concerned with climbing ladders, he was busy getting himself into trouble while attempting to help those in need…which brought him to her firm in the first place…and again, and again. She felt nothing but disdain towards him thinking that he was just another troublemaker, not realizing that he ...

I'm getting married in a few months, and I just found out five minutes ago. My first reaction was, 'No thanks!' But it turns out that my fiancé is the powerful don of NYC, and 'no' is not an option. Christian D’Angelo is so gorgeous that his presence can kill, but he gladly does that with his bare hands. I happen to be a pawn in a dangerous game to settle my family’s debt. He thought he could possess me until he realized I would not be silenced. One thing led to another, and our banter turned to lust, turned to love, and turned into a positive pregnancy test. But I refuse to tell him ...