Pippa Grant

He's a billionaire heir. A grump supreme. Hater of people. Bigger hater of peopling with people. And my new fake boyfriend. Emotionally unavailable doesn't even begin to describe Hayes Rutherford. He's cold. He's distant. He has more defences than a nuclear missile silo. And he's the ultimate catch of the century. At least, according to his bank statement. My job's simple: Keep Hayes's matchmaking relatives and all interested ladies away from the cranky, grumpy, walled-off heir to my favourite movie empire by pretending to be his one true love, and in return, he won't ruin my life over a teensy, tiny little misunderstanding. But the more I sneak past his walls and fences, the more I realize that while we might be from different worlds, we have more in common than either of us expected. The man under all the glitz, glamour, and dollar signs could be the real love of my life. But you know what they say about fake dating a billionaire-it's all fun and games until the scandals start. The Last Eligible Billionaire is a swoony, laugh-out-loud romance featuring a botched wax job, a woman in over her head, a man in over his heart, and the sweetest misguided dog to ever play matchmaker ... or at least make sure these two anti-love birds never have clothes when they get out of the shower. It stands alone and comes complete with grand romantic gestures. --from the publisher.

The Last Eligible Billionaire

Mission: Survive my best friend's wedding, where I must play nice with my ex and his perfect new girlfriend. Strategy: Bring the hottest fake boyfriend on the planet. Target: Grady Rock. Master Baker. Dimples. Muscles. The unicorn of fake boyfriends. Complication: Wyatt Morgan. My brother's best friend. My sworn enemy. Military man. Sexy as hell single dad. The man I let into my panties for one night of hot hate sex after my ex dumped me before my life fell apart. And the man who just scared off that perfect fake boyfriend. By pretending to be my real boyfriend. I can roll with this though. What's the harm in Flirting with the Frenemy if it helps me get the job done? Complete my mission and move on. Or so I thought. Until Wyatt kisses me again and I start feeling things I shouldn't. The thing about weddings...nothing ever goes as planned. Flirting with the Frenemy is a rollicking fun romantic comedy featuring a single dad military man, an irritatingly attractive blast from his past, pirates, cursing parrots, and a wedding gone wild. It stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers.

Flirting with the Frenemy

She can't let him score... Call it superstition, but when a guy bats as hot as Brooks Elliott, you don't mess with what's working. And what's working is him keeping his pants zipped and doing all of his scoring on the field. So when I hear he's planning to ditch his V-card now that he's been traded to baseball's lovable losers--aka my home team and my reason for living every March through October--I do what any rational, dedicated, obsessed fan would do. I make a plan to stop him. But the thing about stopping him is that it requires spending time with him. Lots. And lots. And lots of time. And the more time I spend with him, the more I like him. Not as the guy who's going to help save my favorite team and finally bring home a championship ring, but as the guy who's helping me in my quest to bring back the team's old mascot. Who also loves making pancake and bacon sandwiches. And who would do almost anything for his love of the game. But after all this time of jock-blocking him...do I even have a chance? And if I do, are we both destined to a life of celibacy in the name of winning? Jock Blocked is a home run of a romantic comedy featuring the world's most superstitious sports fan, baseball's oldest virgin hero, a rogue meatball, an adorable puppy with a cussing problem, and the best lovable losers. It stands alone and comes with a happily ever after more satisfying than a game-winning grand slam.

Jock Blocked

An underwear model and a geek with a secret find out that love in the era of the twitterati is complicated.

America's Geekheart

The Last Eligible Billionaire - Illustrated

When a grumpy athlete's grandma tries to play matchmaker, he turns to a jilted bride who desperately needs to NOT fall in love to play his fake girlfriend.

Real Fake Love

Is there anything hotter than a growly, overprotective Marine cradling a baby? My melted ovaries don't think so. When you work hard and have the bank account to prove it, you're entitled to play hard. I've seen some crazy things. I've caused some crazy scenes. And there's no shame in my game. But I'm still knocked off my stilettos when an insane chain of events leads to me inheriting a baby. The craziest part? The baby comes with a by-the-books, no-nonsense retired Marine who's so regimented that I wouldn't be surprised if he irons his boxer shorts. Parenting? Bring it on. I don't need sleep--I once started my day with business meetings in Cairo and ended it three days later at a club in Melbourne. Changing diapers? Please. It can't be any more challenging than changing out of Spanx on the back of a moving motorcycle. Training the little guy to run the family's real estate empire? He'll be all our bosses by the time he's four. But living with my new co-guardian? The gruff, muscled, tattooed former military man who manages to check all my boxes while trying to sneak under my skin? He needs to go. Because the longer he stays, the more layers he's peeling off my heart. But love isn't something that's ever diluted my gene pool, and I like my life just fine without it. I have awesome friends, this adorable baby and an obscene amount of money. Who needs love? Turns out...maybe me. Crazy for Loving You is a larger-than life ride through accidental parenthood featuring a fun-loving billionaire playgirl, a crusty Marine with a gooey center, a horny dolphin, the world's most obscene pool, and all the fun you'd expect from a world built by Lucy Score, Claire Kingsley, Kathryn Nolan, and Pippa Grant.

Crazy for Loving You: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy

I, Tillie Jean Rock, am not in love with my brother's teammate. Sure, he might have those biceps and that "I am the grouchiest of grouchy bears" smolder, and he might shovel snow off his driveway next door wearing nothing but boxer shorts and rubber boots, and he might be running a side business feeding all the stray goats in town, but studliness is only skin-deep. And I might flirt with him every chance I get, but I swear it's only to annoy my brother. And him. Because Max Cole? Under all of those glorious muscles and chiseled cheekbones and searing glares beats the heart of a heartless devil. I could no sooner fall in love with a guy who treats me like a kid, and judges me at every opportunity, and sets an army of garden gnomes loose on my yard, than I could fall in love with my grandfather's pet parrot. But I can definitely annoy him. I can one hundred percent get on board with annoying him. That's what you do when you don't like your neighbor, right? But you know what they say about love and hate... It's a very thin line. Especially when the real reason I'm not in love with Max Cole-that he's incapable of love-might not be true at all. The Grumpy Player Next door is a fun-filled enemies-to-lovers romcom featuring a ray of sunshine on a mission, an athlete who's only grouchy around her, and an epic prank gone wrong. It stands alone and comes complete with small-town shenanigans, a goat who's not nearly as wise as his name suggests, and proof that sometimes, love is the best kind of vengeance.

The Grumpy Player Next Door

Stud in the Stacks

There are two kinds of women in the world - those I can bang, and those I can't. My teammate's sister? She's a can't. I moved in with her to protect her from a nasty ex, not to be the next guy in line. She's the brains. I'm the brawn. She's the fruit. I'm the sausage. She talks too much. I don't talk at all, if I don't have to. Should be easy to resist her. But every minute I spend with Felicity is another minute she gets under my skin. She makes me feel like something more than a dumb puckhead with a big Zamboni pony. And it's getting harder to remember why I need to keep my hands to myself. Beauty and the Beefcake is a vegan-friendly standalone romantic comedy featuring a hockey player whose vocabulary is the only thing smaller than a hockey puck, a book-smart but aimless ventriloquist with too many voices in her head, a dilapidated old house that may or may not be haunted, and no cheating or cliffhangers.

Beauty and the Beefcake

Lili Valente

The world's sexiest firefighter is about to get a second chance with the virgin next door... He's bossy, arrogant, and so ridiculously hot he should come with a warning label and a pair of flame retardant coveralls. He's also the boy who broke my heart when we were in high school. I want to move in next door to Ryan O'Dell the way I want to be the virgin gamer geek suddenly in charge of running my sister's sex toy factory. Too bad both are written in my stars. Yeah, I'm the world's oldest virgin code-writing nerd. And he's the world's hottest firefighter. And even though he intimidates the heck out of me, I can't seem to control my libido when he's around. Where is my dignity? My self-respect? My panties? Seriously.... Have you seen them? Anyone? Maybe they're hiding in his bedroom. With my heart. Yeah, I know. I'm hosed. So hosed. Hosed is a steamy, fun romantic comedy between a firefighter and the virgin nerd next door, complete with a pet raccoon, scandalous gossip, and dildo football. (No, really.) This romance has no cheating or cliffhangers, and ends with a banging hot happily ever after.

Hosed

From USA Today bestselling author Pippa Grant comes a fabulously sharp-witted romantic comedy about a socialite’s fall from elitist grace to backcountry purgatory—and her accidental tumble into love.

If the Upper East Side had an evil twin, it would be Tickled Pink, Wisconsin. This run-down, backwoods town isn’t worthy of the footprint of my Louboutins, never mind all of me.

But when my grandmother has a near-death experience and realizes we Lightlys can’t buy our way into heaven, she relocates the family to Tickled Pink to work on improving our souls. And that’s how I trade my heiress existence for gigantic bugs, dishwater coffee, and a cranky single dad named Teague Miller.

Teague spends his days fishing, raising his spunky teenager, and after an unfortunate incident involving cheese curds, living rent-free in my head. The one thing he and I can agree on is that I don’t belong here. He’s willing to help me escape—until the unexpected happens.

I kind of like him. I might even more than like him.

But am I ready to give up the life I adored for a man I love to hate?

Tickled Pink #1

The One Who Loves You

You don't know me, but you do know me. I'm your neighborhood hot mess single mom, doing my best to keep my head above water while running my little slice of heaven and keeping my youngest from shoving marbles up his nose, which is exactly what he's doing the first time Levi Wilson, pop star god, world's sexiest man, and my all-time number one celebrity obsession, walks into my bookstore. Related: I'm writing this from beyond the grave, because I've died of mortification and am now residing in an alternate universe. I have to be. Because Levi Wilson came back. And we had a moment. Like, a moment moment. The kind that makes me remember that adult pleasure isn't all about hoping the lock holds in the bathroom so your kids don't interrupt on the rare occasion you feel like taking an extra-long mommy-time shower. So when he proposes a no-strings fling? Count. Me. In. Thrill of a lifetime, right? Surely, nothing will go wrong... The Hot Mess and the Heartthrob is a rockin' fun, sexy romantic comedy featuring a celebrity panty-melter who doesn't know what he's been missing, a sassy single mom hanging on by a string, three adorable children who would never burst in on a woman when she's on a toilet (ha!), and shameless ovary-busting moments between a guy who never thought he'd be a dad and a family who thought they got along just fine without him. It stands alone and comes complete with a happily-ever-after.

The Hot Mess and the Heartthrob

They call me the sugar whisperer. Anything your tongue desires, I can bake it. Scones? Child's play. Cupcakes? I'll frost them so good you won't know what hit you. Donuts? Please. You're talking to a master baker. But there's one egg I've never been able to crack. My best friend. Correction: my former best friend. She's the apple in my pie. The whip in my cream. The lemon in my meringue. The wish in my bone. She's the one who got away. After ten years in the military, she's back. She's bruised and battered by life, but she's back. Except she's not my second chance. She's gone to the dark side. Running a rival bakery in a town not big enough for two. So now I have to decide--which do I want more? My bakery? Or the woman I never should've let go in the first place? Master Baker is a deliciously fun friends-to-enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy featuring a smooth-talking baker, the one who got away, and a goat with more matchmaking tendencies than a nosy old grandpa. It stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers.

Master Baker

The Pilot & the Puck-Up

There are three things I hate: Bratwurst in any form, my neighbors boinking like farm animals at 3 AM, and Chase Jett. Mostly I hate Chase Jett. It's been ten years since he took my virginity-I'd make a bratwurst joke, but the unfortunate truth is that it would have to be a brat-best joke, and yes, it kills me to admit that-and now he's not only a billionaire, he's also my new boss. Turns out our hate is mutual. And this kind of hate is horrifically twisted, filthy, and banging hot. I just might have to hate him forever. Mister McHottie is the hilariously sexy romantic comedy that your mother warned you about, complete with an organic happy-ever-after (or seven), a Bratwurst Wagon, ill-advised office pranks, and no cheating or cliffhangers.

Mister McHottie

Nick Murphy. Hockey god. My best friend's big brother. My friend-with-mindblowing-benefits. The best thing to happen to my nether regions since my subscription to the toy of the month club. The man I've been secretly in love with for years. And total ass. I am so done with him. Except there's one small problem. Now that I've cut him off, his hockey game is in the toilet. He's convinced I'm his good luck charm, and he wants me back. But only for his game. I'll be strong. I will. I'll resist. Asses don't change their stripes. Or do they? This plan would be so easy if the man wasn't Charming as Puck... Charming as Puck is a romping fun romance between a hockey player and his sister's best friend, complete with farm animals, over the top birthday presents, and Berger Twin sightings. This romantic comedy stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with a pucking awesome happily ever after.

Charming as Puck

Never borrow pants from your brother. Especially if he's a size smaller than you are, because all that pressure in the junk will short-circuit your brain. And you'll lie to a woman in a club about your real name. Leave her unsatisfied after making out in a bathroom. Then find out that she's the one thing standing in the way of your dreams. And she very much doesn't like being lied to. Now I have to convince Lila Valentine--the woman I can't stop thinking about, my biggest regret, and my new boss--that I'm what's best for the baseball team she's inherited. If we can't work together to save the Fireballs, the commissioner's forcing a sale and moving them across the country. I'll do anything to save my home team. But the one thing I can't do? Keep my hands to myself. Which would be fine, if she hadn't been telling me lies this whole time too. Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire is a rocking fun romance between a single dad obsessed with baseball, an heiress with secrets, baseball pants, a rundown team, and rabid ducks. It stands alone and comes with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire

A hockey-playing prince, a most improper lady, and one accidental pregnancy... When you're an heir so spare that getting attacked by a shark is more likely than you ever wearing the crown, you're only allowed certain liberties. Yet still, those liberties can bite you in the ass. Good thing I'm such a charming devil. Even then, I've been banished to America for a year under the pretense of playing professional hockey while my father cleans up my latest mess. But trouble follows me wherever I go. Generally trouble of the beautiful female variety, and Gracie Diamonte is no exception. Or possibly, she's the best exception. Until the dinosaur suit. The cookie incident. And the accidental pregnancy. Of course I'll do the right thing. Just as soon as I solve that pesky problem of my royal betrothal. I'm about to be the biggest scandal to rock my country and there's a good chance my father may throw me to the sharks after all. The funny thing is I've heard that raising children may not be so different from swimming with the sharks. So no matter how you look at things I am Royally Pucked. Royally Pucked is a hilariously wrong romance between a spare heir and the lady least likely to ever wear a princess crown, complete with dirty cookies, an emotional support monkey, and lots of pucking around. This romantic comedy stands alone with no cheating, cliffhangers and ends happily with a family of...more than two.

Royally Pucked

For anyone who's ever been on the receiving end of an unsolicited dick pic... He has the muscles of Adonis, an ego bigger than the sun, and a very clear desire to get back in my pants. Which would be fantastic if he weren't a SEAL and I wasn't a criminal. Although, I prefer the term avenger. I'm a hacktivist, cleaning up the cesspool of cyberspace one scam artist and troll at a time, and I sometimes bend a few rules to get justice done. He's a military man with abs of glory, sworn to uphold the letter of the law no matter its shortcomings. And if he'd known who-or what-I was, I doubt he would've banged me at my best friend's wedding reception. Or come back for more. Which is why he's now the only thing standing between me and one very pissed off internet troll who's figured out where I live. I'm pretty sure he'll get me out of this alive-and quite satisfied, thank you very much-but I'm also pretty sure this mission will end with me in handcuffs. And not the good kind of handcuffs. The Hero and the Hacktivist is a romping fun SEAL / Best Friend's Brother / Robin Hood in Cyberspace romance between a meathead and an heiress, complete with epic klutziness, terrible leg warmers, and an even worse phone virus gone wrong. This romantic comedy stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with a fabulously fun happily ever after.﻿

Pippa Grant

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