When I got the teaching assistant job at Chicago North University, I had to agree to two rules: 1. Follow the syllabus. 2. Don’t date the undergrads. Easy enough. I’m a science nerd with a Graduate thesis to write. My weekend plans don’t exactly include doing keg stands at the Alpha Delta Xi house. But when the fastest halfback in college football shows up in the front row of my chemistry class, the rules start to seem... a little more like guidelines to me. Hello, John Kirby. Farewell, my V-card. If anyone finds out about us, I could lose a lot more than my inhibitions. But John ...

Two things I didn’t expect to happen to me over Spring Break at Chicago North University: 1. Getting knocked out by a baseball. 2. Getting knocked up by a baseball player.Hunter Novak. The most valuable player in college baseball. Home Run Hunter himself. But that’s not the name he gave me when he took me home from that bar a few months ago. We’re strangers. Now, we’re having a baby together. So, we’re going back to first base. First date. First kiss. First everything all over again in the hope it leads to... first love, I guess? Our baby deserves a family. A real family. Can me ...

Connor Morgan is all grown up. Like father, like son - Connor's reputation as the Heartbreaker of Chicago North High follows him to Chicago North University, but there's one line he swore he'd never cross... Dana Kirby. The girl next door. His father's best friend's daughter. His best friends' sister. Completely off-limits in every way. Dana begins her freshman year determined to live new experiences. New style, new friends. A whole new Dana. There's one piece of herself she wants to leave behind for good, and there's only one man in the world she trusts to give it to. Dear Heartbreaker, I ...

The wild and hilarious twin-switching second book in the Princes of Chicago North series from Tabatha Kiss! Going out on a date with your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend? That’s bad. But going out on a date with your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend because he accidentally double-booked the night and asked you to go in his place and pretend to be him? That’s just being a good brother. But… then you keep dating your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend because it turns out that you actually really like her and she really likes you, but she still ...

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 ...

5 Goals for a Perfect Freshman Year 1. Learn a new life skill. 2. Get a tattoo. 3. Pay off my car. 4. Enter the Art Fest. Win. 5. Fall in love with a stranger. Yes, I know #5 isn’t technically a goal, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Little did I know, I’d cross it off my vision board two weeks into my first semester at Chicago North University. He was the model in my art class. Full lips, piercing eyes, and a jawline carved from solid rock. Who wouldn’t fall head over heels the moment they laid eyes on his face? But strangers like that don’t fall for awkward art school ...

I’m the father of my best friend’s sister’s son—only she doesn’t know it. When I met Layla Craig years ago, I didn’t know she was my best friend’s off-limits sister— all I knew is she was a bombshell and I wanted her badly. One night we had a sizzling secret encounter and pledged to become inseparable. Yet fate had other plans. Drafted by the NHL, I left town. My calls unanswered, I tried to forget her—but never could. Six years later, I’m back home for the off-season. Running into the love of my life again feels like a thunderbolt. Learning she has a son who looks just ...

Cord Spellman might be everyone's Prince Charming, but I'm only his fake Cinderella. That's why Cord's offer is perfect. The hot hockey star has playoffs coming up. He doesn't have time for girls, especially his cheating ex who's determined to get back together with him. He needs to focus on his game, so he asks me to divert the attention—as his fake girlfriend.

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. Then she walked in. Fiona Garland. Nevada’s sweetheart. The daughter of Senator Richard Garland, my father’s life-long rival. 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 at each ...

I knocked up my one-night stand. Well, it started as a one-night stand. Veronica left the next morning with a promise: she'd knock on my hotel room door the next time she passed through Las Vegas. Color me shocked when she actually followed through. The year after that, too. And the year after that. Is a once-a-year fling a thing? Because we perfected it. Until last night—when she showed up with a baby. Our baby. I didn’t even know Veronica’s last name, and now we have a daughter together. One look into those big brown eyes and I was done for. Forget casual. I want the whole damn ...

I’ve finally found my muse. Turns out she’s been behind the front desk at my family’s luxury hotel this whole time—smiling shyly, trying to hide that she’s been a fan of my band for years. Marla’s sweet. A stunning redhead with curves made to be worshiped—and I plan to do exactly that, on my knees. One look from her shattered months of songwriter’s block and lit a fire in me I haven’t felt in years. Now I’m sneaking downstairs just to see her. Just to hear her laugh. Just to imagine what she sounds like when she’s gasping my name. But the girl I can’t stop writing ...

I’ve had more than enough relationship drama to last a lifetime, so romance with Stevie Palmer, the gorgeous server I had a hot one-night stand with, isn’t in the cards. However, she would make the perfect fake girlfriend to help me win my custody battle. When I offer her an obscene amount of money to play along, she agrees. I insist this arrangement is strictly business. No feelings. No complications. Easy, right?

One wild LA hookup turned into a fake relationship. Now I’m pregnant—and the hottie who friend-zoned me has no clue I’m falling for real. Meet Gavin Austin: a sinfully gorgeous demigod with sculpted cheekbones and a body that makes me forget my own name. When I heard he was newly single, I couldn’t stop picturing all the wicked things I’d let him do to me. It was just a fantasy... until his ex came crawling back. So I stepped in, took his hand, and claimed him as mine. It’s all supposed to be pretend—until his thumb grazes my cheek, our mouths hover a breath apart, and he ...

He (was) the hottest player on the ice. She's a (struggling) sports journalist looking for her big break. Charlie Denton has been handed the most impossible assignment from her stick-in-the-mud boss: get an exclusive interview with the NHL's golden boy, Duke Harrison. The catch? She's got eight days or she'll be demoted. Fired. Kicked to the curb - no way is she letting her future rest on the broad shoulders of a goalie who is at least three seasons past his prime.

Baseball is my life. I don’t have time for unnecessary drama. So when my ex-girlfriend publishes a tell-all book, I know I need Hannah Adams. She’s worked PR magic for my team in the past, and I need all the help I can get to repair my reputation. Once the job’s done, all I’ll be left to figure out is…when did Hannah turn into a sexy-as-hell woman who makes me want things—forever kind of things—I never wanted from any other woman?