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He was my best friend's dad. My new client. The man whose wedding I was hired to plan… and secretly ruin. The night I met him, I was at rock bottom. Drenched, broke, and fresh off a soul-crushing breakup, I was looking for a drink, not a man. But the bartender in the empty hotel lounge was a force of nature—older, powerful, and with eyes that saw right through me. The connection was instant, a dangerous spark that led to a night I’d never forget. I ran, thinking our paths would never cross again. I was wrong. When I take on the biggest wedding of my career, I come face-to-face with ...

Drinks + Christmas Party + Lost eye contacts = Flaming Hot Kiss Except I have no idea who was on the receiving end. I didn't even see (extreme short-sightedness problems big time). But it was definitely someone from the office. New week, new day at work, Annnnd my lips are still tingling whenever I think about it. But it’s not like I can kiss every guy in the office, And see who would turn out to be the charming prince of that night. Not that I don’t already have enough on my plate as it is. What's with all the shooting glares my hotshot player of a boss keeps directing at me. Why was ...

I landed myself a hot Grinch for Christmas. And it's my new boss! I was kind of desperate, So, I hired her. She might not be nanny material. She might burn food faster than I can grunt. She might talk back to me like she is the boss. She might even be on the brink of becoming my archnemesis. But my son adores her and that's all that counts. So, that puts Miss Saucy Nanny with curves for miles in a specific category, The Absolute No Touch Zone. I have no damn business wanting to unwrap her like a Christmas gift. Or crush those full lips of hers with mine whenever she swings me a smirk. Plus,...

What do you do when you wake up in bed next to an Adonis god with a wedding band on your finger and no recollections of the night before? Except for maybe one single memory where you lost a hand of cards to the sexy stranger and agreed to marry him. Seriously, how drunk was I? Well, whatever the case, you sure as hell do not agree to stay married to the Greek god and be his wife!

Never get so drunk that you end up posting on social media that you want your best friend to marry you. You might get kidnapped and flown away in a private jet to get hitched to said best friend.

I went to confront my ex’s father about his son’s lies… And ended up falling for him instead. My ex-boyfriend didn’t just cheat—he stole every dollar I had. Now dangerous men are hunting me for his debts. The only man powerful enough to make it right? Warrick Beanbottom—my ex’s father. I expected a stuffy, out-of-touch dad. What I found was a broody, tattooed CEO who looks like sin and has zero patience for my sob story. I blackmailed him anyway. Desperate times, desperate measures. Except Warrick isn’t playing along. He’s infuriating. Arrogant. Impossible. And somehow—...

One day I'm struggling to repay all my debts, The next, I'm being whisked away to get married… My boss says he needs a wife ASAP. When you are offered a huge paycheck that would resolve all your life's problem, Saying yes might be the only option. Plus my boss is pretty easy on the eyes. Probably has no idea that I have this huge crush on him. Or that he's like a ray of sunshine in my life every day. Except the guy that showed up at the altar is… not him. The one I was just made to get married to is my boss's older twin brother… The heir to the Bradford Enterprise. The dark brooding ...

He might be my boss. He might be charming, gorgeous and single. He might be everyone's Mr. Perfect. But for me, he just flips all of my damn switches every single time! And his latest request is no different. Pretend to be his girlfriend?! Me?! His secretary? Out of the whole female population that exists on this planet? He asks me? The only female who he knows is absolutely oblivious as to what makes the great Mr. Boss so Great? And I am supposed to sell this to his ex?! Did I mention he wants revenge on his ex? No? Well, that's going to cost him a pretty hefty amount. Because this girl is...

We are sworn enemies, but she's having my baby. How, you ask? Well, I'm also wondering the same thing. How the hell do people in that stupid fertility clinic mistake my sperm and inject it into the wrong woman.... The same woman I fired just the day before for running her mouth off at me.

A stranger agreed to be my fake boyfriend - for one day. And really, I was not prepared for him to charm the pants right off my parents....Well, unfortunately for him, my pants are not going anywhere soon, thank you very much. It's a one day arrangement only and that's it. Nothing more! So what if he struts his gears like Jason Momoa? No way will I let him tempt me....I'm never going to see him again after all once the day is over. It would be so stupid of me to risk my heart, right?

Married? Yes. Happily? Not even close. Because guess what… I’ve never actually met my husband! That was the term when I accepted the contract marriage. Except I'm so over being "married" but single. After a threatening phone call to my husband's lawyer, One reckless night out, A ridiculously hot stranger, And a very unfortunate case of holy-crap-I-just-hit-on-my-husband later… I’m screwed. Because now? He’s interested. Like, let’s-make-this-real kind of interested. He says I can’t break the contract. He says I belong to him. And he now wants to play husband. Like excuse me?! ...

He was my dad’s best friend… The man I grew up hearing stories about—the legend who could turn food into magic. The one who vanished after betraying my family. Now my family’s bakery is dying, and my dad has one impossible request: Find Luca Carson. And bring him home. Except Luca isn’t the man I imagined. He’s scarred, brooding, and hiding away in a lakefront mansion where secrets go to rot. And I didn’t expect him to make me laugh. To make me feel. To make me forget every reason I came here in the first place. He thinks I’m someone else. And when he finds out who I really ...

You know that dream you have about a Charming Prince sweeping you right off your feet with a kiss? Well, that happened. Except I'm the one who smacked that kiss right on Mr. Charming, Without his permission. Oh, and I also found out right after that he is actually my new boss. And the world's most notorious playboy. Way to go, Emily. Time to get fired. How much more worst can my life go at this point? Oh, yes. Maybe finding myself splashed on first page of all tabloids as the new Bosshole's playgirl. But what probably takes the cake is ending up being blackmailed by the prick himself. He ...

My boss saw it... The diary where I wrote all the hot shit about him. By shit, I really mean SHIT. Like the highest degree of criticism you will ever find. I couldn't help it, okay. It's pretty stressful working for the jerk, And I needed a place to vent. I just never thought I'd be stupid enough to accidentally hand over the notebook from hell to him. Guess I might as well start writing my resignation letter. Because there will definitely be no mercy from the Devil. Or so, I thought. Instead, Mr. Grumps came back with more orders. And no, they were not orders about reformatting his ...

He’s grumpy. She’s glitter. And there’s only one bed (and one very judgmental cat). My life? Chaos, glitter, and cat fur. His? Rules, shadows, and muscle so intense it should be illegal. We’re total opposites. Like "hug everyone" versus "might scowl you to death" opposites. When my internet-famous cat gets catnapped, Thorn Stone shows up. Scowling. Bossing. Judging. And refusing to leave. He calls me unprofessional. I call him a tactical potato. He says I need protection. I say, “Hard pass.” Now he’s my bodyguard—uninvited and insufferable—guarding me and my cat like ...

So... about my new boss... Yeah, the one who moved right next door. Yes, yes, the multi-billionaire hunk who wants to shower at my place. Well, guess what. That's my ex! Right. Maybe the situation is not that bad. I mean I just need to ignore him, right? How hard can that be? People ignore their neighbors and boss every day. It's not like he is here to take revenge for breaking his heart so many gazillion years ago. It's not like he would purposefully not give me the promotion I have been working so hard for. It's not like he would openly declare a neighborly war on me. Wrong! I was so ...

He is the WRONG guy! I brought the wrong guy home to mummy and daddy... #FML I met him the night I swore men off forever. And proposed to him right there and then. Pretend to be my boyfriend for the weekend! Yup, I hired a stranger as my escort. I had my reasons, okay. Plus him, love, and all that drama shit? Not going to happen. Ever! All the pretend stuff? Child's play. Sharing my bed with him? Easy peasy. My family? They are totally going to fawn over him. See all-round perfect. Why? Because he is gay. Except... you know... Well, he is being a little too perfect in his job. So perfect ...

Another night. Another boring blind date. Another attempt by my family to meddle in my life. The mission today: Wine her. Dine her. And never see her again. Except the woman who showed up was outrageously loud and over the top. Nothing like the usual meek, prim ladies I'm used to. And when she moans over a piece of crab leg, my boner is a goner. Even her burp is cute. And then I discover she's not who she said she was. Her mission: Dine me. Ruin the date. And never see me again. All as a favor for her best friend. Well, she should never have said yes to that. Because now I can't get her out...

I lost my brother. Then I got a letter from him—his final wish. Find his best friend… and marry him. A man I’ve never met. A man my brother trusted with his life. Only problem? Rick McDonald is a nightmare wrapped in a jawline that could cut steel. Cold. Distant. Unreadable. A brooding, scarred billionaire with a permanent scowl and a stare that should be illegal. And the grumpiest man on planet Earth. His reaction to me? A big fat no. But I don’t back down from a challenge. I make him a deal. Two weeks. I stay. He stops glaring at me like I’m his worst nightmare. Simple, right? ...

If the devil wears a suit... Has a permanent frown... Wet panties left and right.. Expect perfection from everyone... Well then, that's my boss. And today is not my day. It's never your day when you get called to his office. But an even worse day when he broodingly asks you to marry him. And apparently, no is not an answer he will take. So, does that mean I am now supposed to call my devil of a boss my pumpkin boo? YOU BETTER BE READY TO BE BOSSED AROUND IN THIS FAKE MARRIAGE BOSS ROMANCE! Each book in this series is a standalone and can be read in any order. And don't forget, we are team ...