Max Monroe

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you a sexy, laugh-out-loud new series. Are you ready to meet the Billionaire Bad Boys? Blind dates? Online dating profiles? Been there, done that. Georgia Cummings has zero luck with dating, and the era of the internet is not her friend. No matter how fast she runs, how many corners she turns, she can't find her way out of this weird, alternate universe where men think dick pics are a replacement for small talk and getting to know a girl. One more crotch selfie and she might write men off for good... But why can't she stop fantasizing about him? Kline Brooks is the quintessential billionaire bad boy-dark, styled, short hair, muscles for days, and a panty-dropping smile. Except-he isn't. As his employee, he won't touch her with a ten foot pole. But she won't touch him either. Too bad their hormones missed the memo. Disclaimer: If you're the type of woman who prefers crotch selfies to small talk, this book isn't for you. If you enjoy random men you've never met filling up your inbox with dirty words and porn-for reasons focused more towards diddling your donut than laughing at the absurdity-this book isn't for you. If you HATE laughing, this book isn't for you. If you want your male leads to grunt, thrust like jack rabbits, and have one-track minds that prefer a nice pair of tits to brains every hour of every day for the rest of forever, well, then, this book still isn't for you. But. If you enjoy a good swoon, a hearty laugh, witty banter, and some hot as f*@% f*@%ing, then consider Georgia Cummings your Girl Friday and Kline Brooks your next irresistible book boyfriend.

Tapping the Billionaire

When it comes to life's fun and games, always know: The rules. What's at stake. When to quit. Wise words from...well...my fortune cookie. But wise words, nonetheless. I just wish the Fortune Cookie People had considered how hard the whole "knowing when to quit" would be to carry out when a woman like me is gambling with her feelings. Heart-palpitating, vageen-tingling, butterflies-in-my-belly feelings for a noncommittal, hot-as-sin player by the name of Jude Winslow. After a crazy night where we were both pretending to be someone else, I've found myself immersed in the fun of the fling. The thrill. The irresistible charm. The pleasure of being with a man like him. Problem is, I'm positive he's the exact opposite of husband material, and that is a serious issue for someone who is fixated on finding her happily ever after. I know the rules and I know the stakes, oh wise Fortune Cookie. Now I'd just like to know how close to self-destruction I have to get before I find the will to quit Jude Winslow. Goodness knows, when your heart is on the line, you can't ante up your bet with an IOU.

The Bet

Dear Fellow Bookworms,

I need your help.

I, Rachel Rose, am in quite the pickle with a hot-as-sin English Lit professor by the name of Ty Winslow, and I don’t know how to get out of it.

Let me break it down for you:

Girl meets Guy.

Girl gives Guy her underwear on a dare but nothing else identifying (like her name or number) because she plans to never see Guy again.

But Girl does see Guy again, in a very professional setting, where she is to be the Teaching Assistant to his Professor for an entire semester.

Girl would like to ignore all events of the past, but Guy is a whole list of tempting things that are hard to resist. (See below:)

#1: Insanely attractive.
#2: The most fun a girl could ever have.
#3: Successful and intelligent.
#4: He can quote Walt Whitman at the drop of a hat—which I’m sure you know is a dangerous thing for a literature-lover.
#5: Smooth with a capital S. He could charm the panties off a woman WITHOUT the help of a dare.

And now, Mr. Hot Professor, the man I’m determined to resist, is challenging me to a competition—a playful, secret game, so to speak—where the winner takes all.

My plan? Play the game long enough to win—long enough to walk away with the upper hand—without doing something stupid like falling in love.

It’s possible...right?

If you have any advice, please reach out to me soon—before it’s too late.

XOXO,
Rachel

Winslow Brithers Book 3

The Secret

From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of TAPPING THE BILLIONAIRE comes a new three book series of Romantic Comedy standalones. It's just a docuseries about your career as an OB/GYN, they said. It won't interrupt your life during or after filming, they said. It is a great opportunity for the hospital and your practice, they said. Well, they-the television executives who seem intent on ruining my career and personal life with a fair number of creative liberties-lied. Now I'm stuck dealing with the consequences of believing them. Instead of being known as Dr. Will Cummings, Head of Obstetrics and Gynecology at St. Luke's Hospital, I'm now being called Dr. Obscene. What devotion I'd hoped to earn in respect, I've instead received in patients flashing me seductive smiles and flirtatious winks during their exams. How's a guy supposed to convince the most perfect woman he's ever met that he's not as much of an idiot in real life as he appears to be on camera? With all of the show's side effects taking root like parasites, it's going to take a lot to persuade Melody Marco to be anything more than my new nurse. But I can't get her out of my head. I want her. Good thing I've never been one to back away from a challenge... Get ready, Melody. The doctor is in.

Dr. OB

From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of TAPPING THE BILLIONAIRE comes a new four book series of Romantic Comedy standalones. Wildcat: a football formation in which the ball is snapped, not to the quarterback, but to another player lined up in the quarterback position. Wild, Cat: a beautiful woman from the sky, who hooked me against the rails, and has me on the ropes. Sweet like honey, with a hint of sass burning behind her pretty brown eyes, she took over my heart without warning. I'm Quinn Bailey, quarterback for the New York Mavericks. Sports analysts predicted I'd break records and take my team all the way. But no one predicted this. And just like the other team, I never saw it coming. Disclaimer: Things this book is: -Romantic Comedy -#1 in the Mavericks Tackle Love Series -Can be read as a complete standalone. Things it isn't: -Paranormal: The only thing magical is inside Quinn Bailey's pants. -Boring: Pssh, please. Max Monroe doesn't do boring. -Short: Prior to reading, prepare yourself for one huge, long, thick...book.

Wildcat

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you more from their sexy, laugh-out-loud new series. Can you ever get enough Billionaire Bad Boys? Uninhibited. Sarcastic. Confident. Beautiful. With a thriving photography career that allows her to travel all over the world and capture the hottest of men behind her camera lens, Cassie Phillips is the woman who can't be tamed. Adrenaline-junkie. Jokester. Billionaire. Hot-as-sin. At six-foot-five, with muscles for days, and that perfect playful smile, Thatcher Kelly is the kind of man you don't want to deny. Wild for wild. Prank for prank. The two most unlikely of people may be the only ones to see that some personality traits only run skin deep. Uncensored. Hilarious. And too damn hot to put into words. Grab a fan and get ready for one hell of a ride because when the opposite of opposites attract, things are bound to get a little messy. Suggested Series Reading order: #1 Tapping the Billionaire #1.5 Tapping Her #2 Banking the Billionaire And coming soon... #2.5 Banking Her (Available September 2016) #3 Scoring the Billionaire (Available October 2016) #3.5 Scoring Her (Available November 2016)"

Banking the Billionaire

The Pact

Goal: Find a boyfriend, get married, buy a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, and pop out 2.5 kids. Deadline: Sixty days. That's possible, right? HAHAHA. *Faints* I'm kidding. Well, kind of. I mean, I'm not going to attempt a shotgun wedding or try to get knocked up by some guy I met on the internet, but there is no doubt that, this year, home for the holidays takes on a whole new, terrifying meaning. I have to travel from New York City-my home and safe haven for the last fifteen years-to my tiny hometown in Vermont for Christmas, my baby sister's wedding, and my high school reunion. Talk about a trifecta of single-doom. Throw in Callie Camden-aka my high school class's version of Regina George-and it's a recipe for certified disaster. Especially since my mouth ran away from me when she asked me if I'd be bringing someone to our reunion, and I told her to put me down for two. Gah. Now I can't go alone. But the online dating world is a cesspool of bad manners, speedy hookups, and outright weirdos. Handsome, single, successful-that's what I'm looking for. And it just so happens that my best friend Luke London fits all of the criteria. The only problem is best friends don't kiss... But maybe it doesn't count if it's pretend?

Best Friends Don't Kiss

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four.She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime.Cause of death: a text message.Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time-or the cell phone. Whatever. We're talking code red, send a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming kind of texts.And I didn't just send them to some random person I'll never see again. No. That would be too easy. I sent them to Milo Ives.The man who played a starring role in all of my teenage fantasies-and my brother's lifelong best friend. And, boy oh boy, has he grown up. He's hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone handsome, crazy successful, and has more money in his bank account than my brain can fathom.Deflower me, please? I said. Yeah. Send help.

My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

My new boss has it all. In spades.Gorgeous green eyes? Check.Hard-and-sexy body? Check.Intelligence? Check.Success? A big fat billionaire... Check.Too bad I haven't started out on the best foot.My big mouth has already turned him against me, and tempting good looks and success aside, Trent Turner is no peach either. He's stubborn and thick-headed, and son of a fruitcake, he thinks he knows everything there is to know about the hotel business.With him running the development of the new Vanderturn New Orleans Hotel and me doing the design, our work relationship is far too intimate for two people who absolutely despise one another.But that's not all.See, he isn't just my billionaire boss from hell. He's my new neighbor, too.Same city.Same building.Same floor.Trent Turner is my billionaire boss next door.Holy moly, let's hope my career-and hormones-can survive.Disclaimer: If you generally love to suffer, hate fun of any kind, and are allergic to laughter, this book is not for you.

The Billionaire Boss Next Door

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you the end of their sexy, laugh-out-loud Billionaire Bad Boys series. Two love-matches made. One to go. Even though two of his best friends have settled down, Wes Lancaster is determined not to get sucked into some siren's web. As owner of the professional football team the New York Mavericks and wildly successful BAD restaurant, his lifestyle is full as it is. Well, it was, until Winnie Winslow, the new, sexy, stiletto-wearing Team Physician trash-talks him in the locker room without batting an eye. Now he can't stop himself from wanting her. The only girl in her parents' brood of five, she's as outspoken as she is beautiful and the kind of woman who holds her own-and then some. Always competitive at heart, if he's going all in for love... Wes sure as hell wants a Win-Win. Prepare to get a little dirty because this one might go into overtime. Game. On. Suggested Series Reading order: #1 Tapping the Billionaire #1.5 Tapping Her #2 Banking the Billionaire #2.5 Banking Her #3 Scoring the Billionaire And coming soon... #3.5 Scoring Her

Scoring the Billionaire

The Redo

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you more from their sexy, laugh-out-loud new series. Can you ever get enough Billionaire Bad Boys? Blissful in Bora Bora... Kline and Georgia Brooks are fresh off their wedding and ready to indulge in the honeymoon of a lifetime. Luxurious and private, their overwater bungalow in the South Pacific is the perfect backdrop for fun, sun, and enough sexiness to necessitate a dip in the clear water to cool down. But marriage means more, and Kline and Georgia may have to find a different way to handle the heat. Nowhere near normal in New York... Thatcher Kelly loves wild women, and Cassie Phillips is about as wild as they come. Put them together and they are a match made in chaos. Bound by cat-sitting responsibilities, Cass and Thatch have to find a way to right their mistakes-and wade through the dense cloud of sexual tension that seems to suffocate the room whenever they're together. Will they be able to resist? And more importantly, will Walter be okay? Suggested Series Reading order: #1 Tapping the Billionaire #1.5 Tapping Her #2 Banking the Billionaire (Available July 26th) And more to come...

A Billionaire Bad Boys Novella (Book 1. 5)

Tapping Her

Dear Internet: Am I a horrible person for wanting to sabotage my work assignment-completely wreck a dating contest-because I hate the idea of love? , I know it sounds bad, but just hear me out, okay? I (33F) work at a local paper, and two months ago, my editor assigned me a huge project-run the upcoming, highly anticipated Bachelor Anonymous contest. In essence, I'm supposed to help a reader-nominated bachelor find his special someone, and while I should be excited to handle something of this magnitude solo, I can't help but get queasy over how gross it feels. Like, how cheesy could this thing get? Not to mention, I'm the last person who should be involved in this-my dating and relationship history is a cluster. Generally, the person in charge of these things shouldn't fantasize about lighting the whole three-ring dating circus on fire. Anyway, men from all over Southern California, vying for the coveted bachelor role, submitted their personal ads to my paper. The readers voted, and Single Dad Seeks Juliet won by a landslide. Enter Mr. Bachelor Anonymous (40M), the single dad Romeo seeking his Juliet. Blah, blah, blah, right? Wrong. You guys-and I cannot stress this enough-this guy is the ultimate man in a six-foot-three, chiseled-muscle, freaking Adonis package with aquamarine eyes that would haunt the dreams of an insomniac. He's a former Navy SEAL, successful business owner, motocross-riding, charming, supportive, funny-as-heck single dad, and the more time I spend with him, the more I want to bring this contest thing crumbling to the ground for an entirely different reason. Real talk: I think I'm falling for him. Me, the woman who despises love, might be falling for the completely off-limits Bachelor who I'm ironically assigned to help find love, while five other women think they're the only contestants competing for his heart. So, Internet. Am I scum? Or is all fair in love and war?

Single Dad Seeks Juliet

Sean Phillips is a sexy as sin enigma.Cocky. Promiscuous. The New York Mavericks star wide receiver. His quick moves and sure hands extend way past the lines of the football field-and into the bedroom. Sure of himself and sure of his life, Sean's convinced he can handle anything. But when beautiful, pint-sized Six Malone delivers a challenge he's never faced before, his certainty starts to waver. ** Six Malone is a force to be reckoned with. Feisty. Hilarious. The popular YouCam vlogger Pick Six. The chance to work with the Mavericks on an eight-episode vlog series is the opportunity of a lifetime, and Six knows it. But after an interesting first encounter turns into a head-to-head battle with cocky football star Sean Phillips, her attention shifts-to keeping herself from falling in love. Too bad spending time with the team is part of the job, and Sean has a flawless track record...of getting what he wants. ** Pick Six: A term used when a quarterback throws an interception and a defensive player returns it for a touchdown, resulting in six points. Pick(ing) Six: When a man-wh*ring baller meets his match.

Pick Six

I'm Dr. Nick Raines. Brain surgeon and notorious over-thinker, I take the analytical approach with everything, until I can determine the best, carefully calculated plan of action. It's no shock the producers of the popular reality series The Doctor Is In have decided to call me Dr. Neurotic. Besides my more than full-time job as Chief of Neurosurgery at St. Luke's Hospital, I'm a single dad and my number one priority is my daughter. But life had plans to add another priority to my list. Charlotte Hollis. Outspoken, impulsive, and beautiful, she's everything I didn't know I was craving. She makes me wonder What if? What if I don't have to be alone for the rest of my life to give my little girl the father she deserves? It's a battle-my battle: Head vs. Heart.

Dr. Neuro

The Billionaire Book Club Questionnaire#1: Who is your least favorite character in the book?Me-Caplin Hawkins. I am an absolute idiot.#2: Who is your favorite character?Gorgeous, addictive, insanely challenging Ruby.She's smart, driven, self-confident, and so beautiful, she makes my chest ache.#3 What is your biggest takeaway from the story?Ruby Rockford and I are meant to be.I just have to prove it to her.For the entirety of my adult life, I've been content.Content in my single lifestyle, content in my stressful-but-extremely-successful job as the main corporate counsel for almost every Fortune 500 company in North America, and content in my playful, spontaneous ways.I had no idea it was possible for someone to change my mind.The endless women and work are no longer enough, and just as Ruby Rockford told me-it's about time I grow up.It's going to take a strategic attack from more than a couple brilliant minds to win her affection, but luckily, I know exactly where to find the right guys for the job...The Billionaire Book Club.It's safe to say that I, Caplin Hawkins, the man most women would call The Ultimate Player, have finally met my match, and man oh man, has my end game changed.I'm coming for you, Ruby.And soon, you'll be coming for me, too.

The Billionaire Book Club

When one Rulebook closes... Thatch and Cassie have finally found their perfect balance of good and sweet, crazy and playful, and most importantly, hot and insatiable. But what happens when they're faced with a surprise neither of them plotted or schemed? While Cassie seems to be taking everything in stride, Thatch can't stop himself from worrying about every little thing revolving around the woman he loves. How does a man handle that kind of anxiety? Doing the only thing he can to ease his mind without pushing away the woman he loves, Thatch proves that once again, when it comes to him and Cass, you'll never see what's coming. Another Playbook begins... Wes Lancaster has always followed one guideline for play. He never gets involved with anyone working for his professional football team, the New York Mavericks. It hasn't been a hard rule to live by. Until Winnie Winslow, the new take-no-sh*t team physician. She's beautiful, intelligent-and has no problem taking control of every situation. She pisses him off. She turns him on. As tension builds and desire heightens, Wes finds himself wondering how much longer he'll be able to follow his gameplan.

A Billionaire Bad Boys Novella (#2. 5)

Banking Her

Booze, women, and brotherhood-that's what my good friend Quinn's bachelor party should have been. Booze, one mysterious raven-haired woman, and an arrest-that's what it was. As Cam Mitchell, a New York Maverick and one of the best tight ends in the professional football league, my to-do list should be pretty simple. Play ball.Get laid.Have fun. But after one hour with a stripper named Trixie, that list of mine has shifted dramatically. Tell Quinn to call my lawyer.And, for the love of God, don't get fired from the Mavericks. I swear, I tried to make it stop there.But one tiny thing keeps finding its way to the very top... Find out more about the dark-haired beauty with the big blue eyes and make her mine. Too bad it's a hell of a lot more complicated than that. How do you fall in love with a woman whose real name you don't know? Well, ladies and gentlemen...I'm about to find out. From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of TAPPING THE BILLIONAIRE comes a hilarious and sexy standalone about a secret, forbidden romance and just how tricky love can be.

Trick Play

From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of TAPPING THE BILLIONAIRE comes a hilarious and sexy standalone about fate, chance, and one heck of an epically awkward meet-cute. I'm Leo Landry, one of the best shutdown cornerbacks in the nation, and the New York Mavericks' first round draft pick. If James Bond spent his days running drills and his nights shutting out quarterbacks, he'd dream about being me. But professional football is on a whole other level from college, and as the new guy, I've got everything to prove.No problem. All I've got to do is focus, right? Too bad life's got other plans. Blond hair, long lashes, and criminal blue eyes, there's a pint-sized bombshell that I can't stop thinking about. I don't even know her name, but she's completely screwing up my game plan. It's too late to turn back now though. I have my eye on the prize, and I won't settle for anything less. 4th down and only one goal in my sights-this pretty little mystery girl. Good thing I'm at my best when the pressure's on.

Ann Maxwell

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