River Laurent

Sweet Revenge

Cherry Popper

Loan sharks are circling, I've got my dad's hospital bills to pay, and my landlord is about to kick me out onto the street. It's all doom and gloom until my best friend, Jesse, tells me that she's found me a job impersonating the famous hotel heiress, Tamara Honeywell. I get to live on a ranch in Montana for a month and take care of all my money worries. The only snag is I'll have to have my lips injected, and act like a spoilt, demanding, selfish brat. but, what the hell? Collagen is temporary, and I can act like the world's most bitchy heiress for a month. Until I see the jaw-droppingly handsome cowboy who comes to collect me. All flashing eyes, sun drenched skin, steely muscles...and spitting venom. Oops, he can't stand talentless celebrities. Absolutely hates them. Damn, he looks like he wants to put me over his knee and spank me. This is going to be interesting!

Cinderella

Jade - The job is exactly what I want. I know I can do it well. I'm excited until the woman at the agency says there's no point applying since, the essential but unspoken qualifications are being either married, or middle-aged, and I'm neither. Apparently, Luke Remington, the CEO is a workaholic who's sick of having his young secretaries fall in love with him and lose concentration on their job. Turns out unattractiveness is considered a bonus since he didn't want to be distracted either. But I'm not giving up that easy. I convince the agency to send me for the interview. I ditch my cosmetics, invest in a cheap wedding ring, put on some dowdy clothes. For good measure, I add a pair of ugly glasses, pull my hair into an unflattering bun, and voila. Married and unattractive. Yeah, I got the job, Oh, and guess what? I now understand why the other secretaries couldn't concentrate on this job. Luke Remington...the hottest CEO alive - Luke - My new secretary is super-efficient, but even better she doesn't fawn over me. I guess she could be attractive, but she doesn't make much of herself. The woman is still wearing coke bottle glasses and her fashion choices might look better as curtains. Well, not my problem. We've just arrived for a conference in Thailand. If I'm really hot I could potentially cut a couple of big ticket deals at the same time. Jade made all the arrangements, and so far, so good. Then I hear a scream coming from the room next door. Her room. I rush in through the connecting door and she's in the bathroom. Yeah, I see the massive spider. But that's the least of my problems. Jade is in a towel. Without her thick glasses. Or her granny clothes. And her long thick hair is loose and tumbling down her silky back. Damn, the agency screwed up after all. I'm so f**ked!

The CEO & I

Brock When we were kids she set up a kissing booth in our schoolyard. Even then, I wanted to buy a kiss from her, but she ran away in tears. Twelve years later, I come home to find her in my bed...fast asleep. It's just like Goldilocks, but with waves of long, dark-chocolate hair. Hell, I don't even want to blink in case she disappears. I didn't pay too much attention to my fairy tales. Did any of those bears get to the kiss the girl? Whatever, I'm not buying kisses these days. I'm all grown up now. There's hot blood pumping through my veins, and I take what I want when I want it. Hmm, come to think of it, I'm not in the market for kisses, but I could do with a fake fiancee. This time there'll be no running away, Sweet Dani Sabre...I'm claiming you for my own. Dani I know I shouldn't have taken that nap. I wake up to find a devastatingly handsome man watching me. Dark hair, ripped body and piercing blue eyes that smolder right through my soul. I thought he was going to get me fired from my cleaning agency, but instead he shocks me and asks me to be his fake fiancee in exchange for an insane amount of money. I'm not mad, so of course, I say, "Yes."

Kissing Booth

Daddy's Girl

Billionaire Needs Nanny

Taylor Rose - Have you ever had a best friend who would call and say, "Get dressed, we're going on an adventure." I had. His name was Cole Finlay. He was my best friend, my everything. The boy with the magnetic gold eyes I couldn't resist. But when he broke my heart I ran away, leaving behind all my sweet memories. Years passed and I pretty much convinced myself he was just an infatuation, a bad mistake. But there was always something missing. Now I'm back in town for a funeral, and he's standing on my porch. Cole Finlay eight years later is a force to be reckoned with. Powerful muscles ripple under his shirt, his jaw is square and hard, and his eyes are molten gold. Just like that every cell in my body starts aching for him. Be careful, Taylor. This man is your enemy. - Cole Finlay Taylor was everything to me. She was my first love. My only love. When she left town, I threw myself into my father's business, but I never stopped thinking of her, missing her, wanting her, or dreaming of her. Eight years later, she's back for her stepmother's funeral. She's even more beautiful than I remember. Damn, I need to taste those sweet lips and hold her in my arms again, but she acts like she's forgotten everything we had. Well, I haven't. This boy is all man now, and I'm not taking no for answer. I'm going to show her exactly what she's been missing. We deserve a second chance.

The Promise

Lauren's more than a little Infatuated with the sexy hunk who's moved in next door. He ticks a lot of the boxes as her ideal man. There is small problem though... he doesn't even know she exists. Cue: Her best friends who think they have the perfect answer. A Gypsy woman. A Spell. And a Cupcake. What could possibly go wrong? Sometimes a crazy plan might just be the best recipe to find Mr Right... or... it might turn out to be a complete disaster.

The Magic Cupcake

Madison - All I wanted to do was stay at home and lose myself in my romance novel. I certainly didn't want to go see the all-American male stripper troupe from Miami perform, but Eleanor would hear nothing of it. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and in her opinion, the universe owed her a night of pure lust with the star of the show, Subway Chad. I'd never been to see a bunch of guys get their kit off before, and to be honest, I had a strong feeling it wouldn't be my thing. All these women screaming their heads off for a bunch of guys who were almost definitely gay. Nevertheless, we got dressed up to the nines and went to see the performance. Subway Chad appeared on stage. And, oh my freaking God... Then his eyes found mine. - Chad Women throwing themselves at me on and off stage was no big deal, but me spotting a woman in the crowd and insanely wanting her. Nah, that had never happened. There was only one thing to do. Get that beauty on the stage. I didn't know why she had such an effect on me, but one thing was for sure. Like me she too couldn't conceal the lust in her eyes the moment our bodies touched. This one was coming back with me...

Too Hot to Handle

I've always had a thing for fiery Scarlett Johnson. She has the cutest butt around town and that mouth. What I could do with that mouth! But as the daughter of a man I respected a great deal she was always out of bounds, but now he's dead, and he has drawn up his will in such a way that his daughter needs to marry me, Zachary Black. I hold the cards to the thing that matters most to her. She wants it to be a pretend marriage, but I'm not known as the great big white shark in the circles I swim in for no reason. I tell her nothing is for nothing. The deal has to work both ways. She gets something and I get something. It's clear it kills her to do it, but she agrees. I thought I had the upper hand, the better part of the deal... but I hadn't counted on her ability to make me lose control.A Full Length Standalone Billionaire Romance With Guaranteed Happily Ever After.

Let's Pretend

A Sexy Hate To Love Office Romance * Sienna So there we were. Two people as different as fire and ice. There's me. An ambitious, committed, head-down-no-nonsense kind of girl who doesn't need distractions in the workplace. Then, there's him: a self-obsessed, arrogant, flirtatious, entitled, class A jerk who wastes time hanging around the water cooler flirting with my female colleagues. And I see them batting their lashes back at him. Ugh! What they see in him is beyond me. Well, beyond his sparkling blue eyes, thick jet black hair, straight nose, strong jaw, mile-wide shoulders, muscles that flex and bunch up when he rolls up his sleeves, and that flat stomach, there's just nothing really interesting about him. The closest I ever get to him is when he brushes past me on the way to his office. Which, of course, is perfectly fine with me. Thankfully, I don't have to work with him. Nothing could be worse. Then out of nowhere my boss drops his nightmare bombshell. We have to work together! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't like I had a choice It'll be painful, but I decide to grin and bear it. Closing the deal is all that matters. Anyway, there's no way I would allow him to ruin my career. Even if a rational woman could drown in those blue eyes, and his smooth voice makes desire flare up like wild fire through her sane body. A full length steamy office standalone romance with guaranteed HEA.

Accidental Rivals

Willow -I never wanted to go to that party in the first place. I mean, what would an ordinary girl like me do amongst the crème de la crème of society? I'd rather have curled up with a good book at home, but my best friend was determined to go. She wanted us to dress up like Cinderella and pretend that we belonged at that party I'll admit, she made me look good, better than I had ever expected. But surely not good enough to catch the eye of Gabe Grayson, one of the most eligible billionaires in the world. And yet the ruggedly handsome hunk not only approached me, but told me he needed someone to pretend to be his wife and I was the perfect woman for the job. I nearly died when he mentioned the financial gain I would make, but once I'd got over the shock I had to admit I was in no position to turn down that once in a lifetime offer. Anyway, it wasn't like my life was filled with excitement as a waitress. So I said sure I could pretend to be his wife. The problem came after we got married. When he accidentally crushed his lips against mine...and I accidentally melted in his arms. Hmmm...obviously I didn't think this one through.A sexy standalone romance with HEA.

Pretend for Me

Charlotte. I thought I'd lost my bag for good. Until, the cutest guy I ever laid eyes on hung out of the moving train's window holding my bag. He wanted to chuck it to me, but my precious laptop was in it. So we agreed to meet at the next station. To thank my six foot plus Adonis I offered to buy him a drink. It was only right. He saved my bag, and he had twinkling cobalt blue eyes that made my toes curl. He was funny and charming and gorgeous at the bar. And the chemistry... off the charts, but I had career dreams that didn't include handsome bag rescuers. A few more drinks later I was rethinking my plans. Alex Turner looked like he would be great in bed, and I had a box of condoms back at my place. Surely one night was allowed...

Want You Back

Lincoln My life is going to hell in a handbasket. My bitter rival just stole the technology I spent millions to design and passed it off as his. Now I have less than two weeks to come up with a miracle, or lose everything I've worked all my life for. Into this hot mess comes my ex-wife. This is the woman who fought me tooth and nail for custody of my daughter. She shows up at my office, drops my kid at reception, and flies off to Europe. So now I have a child, no nanny, and nothing in place to care for my little girl. To top it all, my new Senior Engineer walks into my office. A juicy, blonde spitfire who heats up my blood and makes me want to forget my number one rule: Do NOT Sleep With Your Employees. Sam The owners of multi-million dollar companies should be pot-bellied middle aged men who smell of cigars. Not Lincoln Cage. Nope. A girl could drown in his stormy eyes. She could even mould her body against those very hard muscles. Not me, obviously, just a general observation. I'm not looking for a relationship and I've got too much self-respect to sleep with my boss. Especially, since he is the most arrogant, demanding, bad-tempered, cocky jerk I've ever met.

Single Dad

Here I am. One of only two residents left in an entire building block in Lower Manhattan. A developer has managed to buy out everyone else except me and the manwhore in the apartment next door. I say manwhore because: 1. He's the hottest thing I've seen on two legs. (it shouldn't be a reason but it kinda explains reason number two) 2. The screams of ecstasy coming from his apartment on a regular basis. On the day I find out my boyfriend is a worthless, low-life cheating jerk, I get too drunk too care with my bestie and manage to lock myself out of my apartment. Then...I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I accidentally/purposely kissed the manwhore. Turns out, sex on legs, six-foot and four inches of hard muscle is a hot-shot businessman who's used to getting what he wants, but I'm not going there. No way. He's not going to make me scream. He's not getting into my bed, or my heart. Even if he is so outrageously irresistible...and he's somehow become my fake boyfriend!

Dear Neighbor

The first romance novel I ever read was a coverless Mills & Boons that I had smuggled into bed to read by torchlight. I opened the book, and suddenly, I was transported into a wonderfully exciting world where a tall, dark and handsome man sparred with an ordinary girl just like me, and in the end...she got to keep him! My stories still carry the scent of that dashing hero from my first book, because, you see, that billionaire was my very first love. And I've never ever really forgotten him. When I'm not reading, or writing about hot Alphas, or eating delicious cashew nut cookies, I can be found...washing dishes, gardening, cooking, cleaning, dusting, or even picking up dog poo.

Dare Me

Iona Rose

Ashley. He's everything I HATE in a man! He's arrogant, he's shallow, he's rude... why, he's a living, breathing, walking male chauvinist jerk. That annoying misogynist actually turns up at my office and brazenly proceeds to insult my dress sense, and tell me he finds me unattractive, then proceeds to ask me to marry him! I smile sweetly and tell him to go to hell.But then I have a change of heart. Is it because he has piercing blue eyes, jet-black silky hair that a woman can grab onto when things get hot, and is basically a hunk that must be washed down twice a day with a woman's tongue. No, no, none of that. I'm immune to such obvious charms. I don't like men who think they can order me around just because they're rich, and successful, and gorgeous. But I do need a little money, actually a whole lot of it so...Sensibly, we agree to a marriage in name only, and only for as long as it takes for him to get what he wants. After all, we both hate each other's guts.Until the incident in his study happens. Unexpected, that was. We both acknowledge it was a mistake and promise not to do it again. Until it happens again. And again.Oh dear, how was I to know chauvinist jerks can grow on you. So fast it makes your head spin.

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