Emma Hart (Fiction writer)

A standalone romantic comedy of epically awkward proportions, from New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart.Imagine this.You're ready to leave after a one-night stand, and you're figuring out how to--shock horror--leave your number and ask him to be your fake boyfriend for your sister's wedding this weekend.When he wakes up.Well, that happened to me. And over coffee and omelets, I found myself a date.Which was how I ended up arriving at the wedding with a guy I knew nothing about.I didn't know his last name, or how we met, or how long we'd been dating. I didn't know where he grew up, what he'd majored in in college, or how many siblings he had.I sure as hell didn't know he was Adam Winters, hotshot hockey player--and not only my father's favorite player, but my little nephew's freakin' idol. Which means I'm in trouble. Big, big trouble. My mother is suspicious, my sister is bridezilla on crack, and my grandpa will tell anyone who'll listen about his time in Amsterdam's Red Light District. Four days.I have to keep this up for four days, and then Adam and I can return to our regular lives, where we don't have sex whenever we're alone and my family aren't interrogating him over his intentions with me.At least, that's the plan.And we all know what happens to those.

Four Day Fling

What I expected on Saturday morning: Books. What I got on Saturday morning: my ex-best friend and first crush in front of me. Let it be known that I, Holley Stuart, do not give a single rat's behind about pro baseball's star pitcher Sebastian Stone. I definitely don & apos;t care that he's standing in my bookstore. Nor do I care that he seems to have forgotten about the last time we saw each other--senior prom, when he both humiliated me and broke my heart, albeit unknowingly. Now, he needs a date to his sister's wedding. Don & apos;t ask me how I ended up being it, because I have no idea. But that's the least of my problems. His grandfather is adamant we & apos;re dating, and Seb isn & apos;t in a hurry to convince him otherwise, so I have no choice but to go along with it. The problem? The only thing I & apos;ve ever faked is ... well, you know. I & apos;ve definitely never faked my feelings for someone. And judging by the way I feel whenever Seb looks at me, it doesn & apos;t look like I & apos;m starting now ...

The Bookworm's Guide to Faking it

Speed dating: the act in which you have two minutes to figure out how much of a jerk someone is. And pretend like you don't have the hots for your son's soccer coach.After four years living the single life, it's decided that I, London Stuart, am back on the market.I'm not even mad when my cousins and best friends put my name down for the speed dating sessions. In fact, I'm actually a little excited about it.Until one of my dates turns out to be my six-year-old son's irresistibly sexy soccer coach. His irresistibly sexy British soccer coach.Oliver Hayes is too good to be true--he's tall, dark, handsome, hilarious, and he genuinely loves kids. Especially mine. But he's not sure if he's even staying in the country, and I'm not sure I can handle giving him my heart if he's only going to leave.So why is he over for dinner almost every night? Why is he giving Leo private goalie sessions in the backyard? Why is he sending flowers to my desk at the newspaper?And why, oh why, can't I stop kissing him?

The Introvert's Guide to Speed Dating

Two mechanics. One rivalry.She'll prove she's as good as she says she is.He'll prove her place isn't under the hood.It's over it."Don't let the bastards get you down."For twenty-six years, I lived by my daddy's motto. Which is why "Mechanic Wanted" is all it takes for me to apply for the job at the garage we once owned. And I meet the biggest b*stard of them all. Dexter Ryne. Hotter than Hell in July and a firm believer that my place is on reception, taking phone calls and looking pretty. Not getting dirty under the hood of a car.Determined to prove each other wrong, we make a deal.I have three weeks to prove my worth as a mechanic. If I don't, I'm on telephone duty.If I do, he'll accept defeat and make my job permanent.Now, all I have to do is fight my attraction to the cocky little... beep.Problem is, an engine isn't the only thing he knows how to make purr...

Miss Mechanic

A duke and a writer walk into a bar, and the barman says--never mind. They're in the library, and they're not wearing any clothes. Oops.My name is Adelaide Astley, and if there was anything remotely exciting about me to tell you, I would.Sure, my uncle is the Duke of Leicester, and my mother bucked family tradition to marry "below" her and open a hotel, but I'm nothing but an aspiring author with a Tudor era obsession.Oh, and I'm spending the summer tutoring the daughter of the current Duke of Worcester--who happens to be a regular in my highly inappropriate midnight dreams.Thirty-year-old Alexander Winthrop-Bentley is so not my type, but hours of chess games and arguments over Tudor dynasties mean we're thrown together more often than we should be. And when he shares with me that he needs a date for a charitable event, my mouth betrays me by offering myself up for the evening.How I find myself naked in the library is another matter entirely. Ahem.When the society papers declare us an item, neither of us have the heart to tell our families the truth. Only my twin sister and best friend know the truth, but they both agree we need to keep up the charade, even if only for the summer.But when the end of August comes and my return home beckons, I have to ask myself a question.Is it only his daughter who's stolen my heart, or has Alexander done the very same thing?

Dating the Duke

If I thought Holly Woods was crazy before, I was wrong. Devin is finally married. Nonna's on the wedding warpath. Drake might be getting ideas. His mom just dropped a bombshell, and Bek is caught between a hot as hell FBI agent and my super-sweet little brother. And I still don't have the shoe closet Drake promised me when he moved in six months ago. At least there's one positive: the old, abandoned Holly Woods Theater is about to reopen, and there's nothing like a theater opening to bring people together... And make crazy grandmothers forget proposal agendas. Until that theater comes with a dead body. A very, very, very dead body. Chaos is coming to town. Everything I've ever known about Holly Woods might just be about to change.

Twirled Bond

Detective Adrian Potter had a lot to answer for. I didn't care that he was tasked with shutting down the city's most prolific hookers. I cared that he was stopping me from providing for my daughter. He didn't care. Not at all. Until I broke down in the backseat of his car... And he let me go. Adrian was a single parent, too. He knew how hard I had it. At least, he thought he did. He had a job. He had people who cared. He didn't know just how lucky he was. My name is Perrie Fox. I was a whore of the highest value. Until Detective Adrian Potter. Until the tattooed, redemption-seeking detective entered my life, looking for his fairytale.

Lust

Bad Idea #241: Sending a dirty text to your number neighbor.In my defense, my friends did it too, and their neighbors took it as the joke it was.Mine didn't.He responded with a dirty text of his own. Next thing I know, I have a standing texting date every night at ten-thirty.Until I have to miss it because the stray kitten who adopted me one week ago is sick. The only person I know who can help me at this time of night is my British next-door neighbor and local vet, Isaac Cooper.I'll keep him overnight, he says. Here's my number to call me in the morning, he says.The problem?I know that number.Because I've been texting it every night for the last four days.

Number Neighbors

Brody Bond. The youngest homicide detective in Holly Woods. My best friend's younger brother. Off. Freaking. Limits. I've told myself that for the past five years, and I'm going to keep telling myself that. Besides--I'm kind-of dating Jason. I don't need Brody. I shouldn't even want him, but want him, I do. Not that I have time to think about it. With Noelle and Drake in Mexico for two weeks, I'm holding down the fort at Bond P.I. Or I was ... until I stumbled upon a young woman who'd been attacked while walking my dog. Jason thinks it's the latest in a long line of gang-rapes happening across three states. Brody thinks I've added a target to my back. Getting to the bottom of it is at the top of my to-do list. Two men, both determined to protect me. I think I could love one. I'm almost certain I'm in love with the other. Ride or die just got a whole lot realer.(Burning Bond is book six of the Holly Woods Files series and tells Bek's story. While it can be read as a standalone, it's highly advised to read the complete series in order.).

Burning Bond

The third and final book in The Aristocrat Diaries series by Emma Hart.

The Accidental Countess

One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters...It's not you. It's me.No, seriously. It is me. Not only does my name literally mean "unfortunate," but that's the story of my life.Everything I touch turns to crap. An apartment fire--that I swear I was not responsible for--means I'm living back at home with my sex-mad parents. Yay, me!Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Cameron Reid to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully, remember to turn off my flat iron once in a while.Ahem.On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but the kind of tiny white towel that dreams are made of.Now, nothing is easy--except our mutual attraction. But he's my boss, and you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure: unless you do porn, it's just not worth it.Or is it?

Catastrophe Queen

A boxset of the three books in New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart's hilarious KISS ME series.

The Complete Kiss Me Series

Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It's only temporary, he said.He never said I'd fall for him.You know what isn't 'temporary?' The endless stream of dirty socks in my bathroom and empty food packets under the sofa--and don't even get me started on the hot guys who take over my living room every Sunday to watch sports.I can't take anymore.So I propose a roommate agreement. One that will bring peace and order back to my life, complete with rules that might just stop my newfound crush on my best friend in its tracks.After all, there's only so many times you can see your best friend naked before you start to lose your mind.Rules. They're meant to be broken... Aren't they?

The Roommate Agreement

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.Trust me. I know. The only reason I decided to renovate my family's ice-cream store was to serve up a sundae full of revenge for my a-hole ex who opened an ice-cream store right next to mine.It was supposed to be simple.Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.Until he decided to get under my skin--and broke my toe.Now, I'm stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he's also in my head, and I'm spending a little too much time up against his abs.Not that it's the worst place to be.But it doesn't change anything. I still hate him, and I'm still going to get my revenge.Right?

Best Served Cold

1.Get over my best friend's brother.2.Remember that I'm over him.3.Prove I can date other people.It should be easy.It's not.Setting up a dating website with the guy I've been in love with since I was five wasn't my smartest idea.Especially since he's my best friend's brother--thankfully, she's okay with the fact I'm pulling a Sandy and I'm hopelessly devoted to him.Which is why it's time to get over him.So I do something crazy and ask Dominic Austin to find me a date. He does--if I find him one, too.Since we own Stupid Cupid, it should be easy, right? And it is.My date is perfect. His date is perfect. Everything is perfect.Until he kisses me...Three dates.One kiss.And a big-ass mess...

Emma Hart (Fiction writer)

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