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My billionaire boss is my worst enemy. I didn't think I'd ever see him again. Those deep green eyes. His cocky smile. And that chiseled chest under his tailored suit. He fired me once. Completely destroyed my career. Losing my v-card to him was a mistake. There's no way I'd let him back into my life. Except that I may not have a choice anymore.

Victor needs a new nanny. And me? I need money after the crash of my music career. He saw me for who I was. An innocent girl still holding onto her V-card. Waiting for the right man. Of course, I gave into his charm. A gorgeous single dad with hypnotizing brown eyes. One night together and I was his. I was taken…. I was obsessed. The problem, though? He just hired me and now I’m his employee.

I can't repeat old mistakes in the New Year. And Dax was the biggest one of them all. And now he's back. Dropped into my life like the Times Square Ball. There's no way we can get back together. Even if he's hotter today than ever before. That big bank account and his perfect suit has women falling all over him. I've seen him without clothes. I've felt his hard abs over my skin. There's no denying that I miss him. But I can't get past the secrets that tore us apart. And I have one secret left to tell... I'm pregnant. Will he abandon me again when he finds out?

Conseguir el trabajo de mis sueños: Hecho. Firmar el contrato de alquiler de un apartamento de lujo: Hecho, hecho. Descubrir que mi nuevo jefe es el imbécil que me rompió el corazón en la universidad, y además es mi vecino: Mierda. Asher Hawthorne es el epítome de un engreído vestido de traje. Tiene un padre rico con infinitas relaciones, y una sonrisa que te deja muerta, difícil de resistir, pero no imposible. No después de que me llevara a esa fiesta de la universidad solo para poder irse con otra… típico. Juro que se ha propuesto hacer de mi vida un infierno, entre la ...

I just saw my first love turned enemy at my best friend's wedding. When he lands back in my bed, I'm left thinking, This could be our second chance at love. Or a level 10 disaster waiting to happen. After 5 long years, our eyes locked once again. He knows what he’s doing. Same silky smooth voice. Same way of going after exactly what he wants. Control is gone. In its place is just one thing. Desire. Red and hot. He wants me. I want him. My guard is up. I might trust my body to him. But my heart? He’ll have to work much harder than that. Especially now that he’s given me something ...

Am I really married to a billionaire!? This must be some mistake. Or is it… Being married to a handsome, chiseled, rich hottie is every woman’s dream come true. But playing the role of Aaron Walsh’s wife felt more like a nightmare. He’s my husband but why is he so ice cold? I spend most of my time trying to figure him out. Yet, there we were, peeling back the layers of our true intentions. Discovering that no matter how hard we try, we can’t deny our magnetic attraction. Maybe we can be more than just married on paper. Despite the odds stacked against us. After all, a twist of ...

It’s only thirty days. Pretending to be his fake fiancée for a month is no big deal, right? That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Plus, there are some nice added benefits to our little arrangement. Those dark caramel eyes for starters. Oh, and how could I forget those gorgeous bulging biceps. I’ve already given him my V-card. What’s next? My heart? To make this work for both of us, I have to submit myself completely to him. And all I seem to be receiving in return are secrets from this wealthy bad boy. I feel like we’re playing a game. A game where I have something Aaron ...

A hot neurosurgeon for a cold Christmas party. Sounds like a perfect fake date, right? Wrong. I'm his intern. I knew it was wrong to spread my legs for him. But I did it anyway. I was supposed to hand him scalpels. Instead, I handed him my V-card on a silver platter. It should've been a one-time thing. Except that now, I want more. I want to pretend to be his fiancee. Take him to that fancy party. A party where secrets will come out. Mine will too. A secret that I'm carrying in my belly... His little surprise gift. Ashlee Price’s books are recommended for fans of authors such as Nicole ...

I’m a rule follower, always have been, Nothing says OFF LIMITS like your best friend’s little sister, But the moment my lips touched Claire’s, I threw the whole damn book out the window. I know, I broke “bro-code,” And I deserved the punch to the nose I got for it. I can have any girl I want…not cocky, just facts, And of course I had to fall for her. Kissing her was an accident, Hooking-up with her was a mistake, Well…is it still a mistake if you did it a few times? I know I’m an idiot, I should have told him, I shouldn’t have let him find out when he caught me making out ...

“Lena Hunt, you’ll be my wife for a week.” Being married to a celebrity may sound like a dream come true but it was never mine. Yet by some crazy twist of fate and a reality show, here I am, wife to recently retired Olympic swimmer Riley Boyle. Flawless physique and crazy rich. I have to be careful though, because at the end of the week, this will all be over. That’s how the show goes. Losing my virginity or my heart wasn’t in the script. Oh, and neither was carrying his child. But I guess fate has a way of writing its own stories. And it looks like my story as Mrs. Boyle is just ...

Twins Martin and Melvin Stolt haven't seen each other since their mother died, roughly ten years ago. Now, they must meet again, this time to bury their father. The billions that their father left them will be divided between them equally, but will that repair their broken home? Martin is short, much too short, at barely 4'9... And Melvin is athletic and beautiful. They are twins, but they couldn't be more different. Martin is a poet. Melvin is a jerk. Adding fuel to the fire, their father chose a young, beautiful, and somewhat naive young lawyer, Veronica Mathews, and both twins are ...

My best friend's brother took my innocence... and I have secret that he doesn't know about yet. He's about to become my baby daddy. Can you blame me for sleeping with him? He went from being a nerd in high school to a wealthy chef with his own food empire. Check that. A total drool-worthy chef. He hired me as an intern, and it's not just a job. I've got perks. His bulging muscles. Our sizzling chemistry. And his adorable little daughter. He even asked me to be his fake fiancée. The number of secrets on my plate are piling up though. And my dark past already forced him to leave me once. So,...

Here’s the deal. I’ll be your unexpected hero. You can be my fake fiancé. And, we’ve got 90 days to figure everything out. Nolan I knew she was trouble when she showed up with my phone. The swąy of those hips. The smile on her lips when I say something funny. Sweet with just the right amount of sass. You’re not supposed to fall in love with the woman you randomly bump into at the bar. And she’s not supposed to accidentally text you something NSFW. But here we are. Drawn together like magnets. I knew this could end in heartbreak. But I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine past ...

Ex-Firefighter. Current Boss. Future (Pretend) Husband. “Save me.” I saw that plea in Robyn’s tear-moistened chestnut eyes the moment she stepped off the back of my truck naked. How could I refuse? Her gaze calls out to the hero in me. Her touches awaken the man. Each brush of her body against mine starts a fire I can’t put out. Heck yeah, I’ll protect her. I’ll go through flames for this woman. I’ll even marry her and father her child. And brand every inch of her skin as mine so her monster of an ex won’t ever touch her again. She belongs to me now. And I will keep her from...

Office Rule #1: Don’t fall in love with the woman you’re interviewing. Office Rule #2: I’m the boss so I make, and break, the rules. Hobnobbing with staff is against company policy. Besides, a man in my position needs to be ruthless. Who cares if I’m known around the office as the brooding, difficult boss. As the President of my family’s empire, I’ve got more important things to do than sit in on interviews. Then she walked in the room. Once I laid my eyes on her, I’m filled with a throbbing intensity. A true showstopper. Hot. Smart. Sassy. She’s my dream woman. But she’s ...

Enemies can make the best lovers. Introducing Grant Donovan. Brash. Bulging muscles. Chiseled abs. Millions in the bank. I get to have this hottie as my protector and roommate? Well then, welcome to Chez Donovan’s to me. “You’re my responsibility,” he told me. Witnessing a murder that involved your shady boss is never a smart career move. Now here I am in a mansion with this cocky stud who is giving me the dirtiest thoughts. How did things get so crazy? The police want to arrest me for a murder I didn’t commit. My boss—well, ex-boss—wants me dead. Grant’s got a secret past ...

Landing my dream job: Check. Signing the lease on a luxury apartment: Double Check. Finding out my new boss is the jerk that broke my heart in college, And he’s my new neighbor: FML. Asher Hawthorne is the epitome of a stuck-up suit, He’s got a rich daddy with endless connections, And a drop-dead smile that could have a saint week in the knees, But not these knees, not after he took me to a party in college only to leave with someone else…typical. I swear he’s set his sights on making my life a living hell, Between the micro-managing and nitpicking, And the endless stream of moaning...

She’s the one I broke up with. My first love now turned into a sworn enemy. They say time heals all wounds. I say it ripped me a new one. I can’t blame her for wanting to tear me and my company to the ground. I deserve her wrath. I was all she ever wanted. Then I broke her heart into a million pieces in front of all her friends. With those pouty red lips and bedroom voice. Strutting into the courtroom with more confidence than I can ever remember. She has the judge eating out of the palm of her hand. Kyra is the kind of woman every man wants. Beautiful. Smart. An incredible mother. To a...