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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 ...

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 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...

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!

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 ...

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?

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.

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 ...

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 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? ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 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,...

Operation ex-stepsister seduction I know how it sounds. And no, I'm not backing off. There was a time when we were more best friends than siblings, Until the great fall-out between our parents. I always wondered how she was doing. But I never looked her up. I was too busy making billions. So, imagine my absolute shock, When she comes blazing right into my board meeting, Legs a mile long, curves by the millions, And absolutely ready to take me down a couple of pegs. But wait. Because what the freaking hell happened to the nerdy kid I remember? Since when did she have a need for a D-Cup, for ...

The deal was for one single night. And I was expecting a sweet old man in his sixties. Instead what turned up on my doorstep was… A big fat self-made billionaire With gorgeous blue eyes And a hard-and-sexy body I knew there was something sus about him, He probably lied about his age. But the deal he was offering was too good to pass on. He wants 4 nights with me. And NO! It's not what you are thinking. The only things on offer are companionship, cookies, and milk on my little farmhouse. Apparently, billionaires also feel lonely and want a little company. But when we end up sharing a bed...