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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

Rock gods don’t date pop princesses. Especially not her. Knox Benton, lead singer of Criminal Records, built his career on rebellion. But when the label demands a fake relationship to boost their new rising star, he’s stuck with the last person he wants—his ex. Harmony Max was once his muse. Now, she’s a pop sensation chasing the stardom she always dreamed of. A publicity stunt should be easy… if they can stick to the rules: No touching. No shared rooms. No falling in love. They broke every rule before—along with each other’s hearts. But with every staged kiss and stolen ...

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 ...

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 ...

CASSIE Lance Jefferson is my brother’s best friend, a superstar hockey player, and my lifelong crush. I should stay away. I should focus on my career. I should remember that he is way out of my league. But when I get a chance to prove I'm so much more than his best friend’s sister, I’m determined to seduce the one man I’ve always wanted. Maybe once I get him out of my system, I can finally move on. Or maybe I’ll never recover. LANCE Cassandra Atwood has the face of an angel, a body to tempt a saint, and a heart to love a sinner like me. She's also my best friend's sweet and ...

My name is Jupiter Reeves, and I am a fraud. It's not that what's written about me isn't true. I am the greatest third baseman of my generation, possibly ever. I am surly and unapproachable. I do have a constant scowl with an armor of tattoos. To the outside world, I play my role as the bad boy of baseball like I was born to do it. But when the doors are closed, and you boil it down, I'm nothing more than a man who lost his heart too young, with no prospect of getting it back... especially as I still have no idea where its current owner is.

I made a deal with the devil, and he smells like ice and trouble. What started as a transaction ignites into something hotter than any oven in my bakery. Suddenly, faking it feels dangerously real. As the clock ticks down on our fake marriage deadline, I’m terrified that the only thing I might lose isn’t my bakery, but my heart to the hockey player who might be thawing my frozen defenses one stolen kiss at a time. My grandmother always said that good things come to those who wait. Turns out, all that waiting landed me in a financial mess I needed to escape if I wanted to keep my family ...

It started innocently enough with a harmless inquiry about a cute guy at a coffee shop. The goal was to get back into the romance game. The search turned into a social media frenzy. #DesperatelySeekingDane was not available. Talk about a buzzkill. Just when I thought things couldn't become more dramatic, a TV production company reached out to me as a last-minute contestant in a dating contest because of my five minutes of online fame. It was an instant yes because one of the three bachelors was a major movie star and my lifelong crush.

When I decided to ditch my V-card, I figured Greek Row was a sure thing. I didn’t count on Cooper-the-cockblocking-jockhole-DeLaurentis or his misguided sense of bro code putting an embarrassing end to my hookup. After all, Waverly’s star wide receiver is the most notorious player on campus. He’s arrogant. Infuriating. Sexy as hell.

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 ...