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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.
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.
He’s the world’s most alpha Marine and the last man I should be letting jingle my bells this holiday season. So why does Clint O’Dell keep running through my thoughts wearing nothing but a Santa hat? And why do I stupidly agree that we should be Christmas friends with benefits? Someone must have spiked my eggnog. I don’t do Marines. Or Santas. I learned my lesson about both the hard way. But when Clint steps in to rescue me—from a murderous goose, a rogue reindeer, and the ghost of Christmas Right Now causing trouble in my bakery—I can’t help but wonder if we’re meant to be more than friends. If maybe Clint is the holiday miracle I’ve been praying for…or if all the magic will disappear with the season. Humbugged is a laugh out loud holiday romp featuring a Marine with a heart of gold and a baker in need of a hero. Complete with the world's most awkward Christmas caroling, a photoshoot with furry friends, and more naughty baked goods than is good or decent.
You know those stories where an adorably misunderstood clumsy girl needs a fake date to a wedding so she asks her brother's best friend and they accidentally fall in love? I wish that was the kind of life I lead, but it's not. I don't need a date to a wedding. I need a date to a funeral. Clumsy sometimes fits, but then, that's true for all of us, right? But adorable? No. Misunderstood? Nope again. I'm just your average girl, standing in front of a funeral invitation, asking it to be a winning lottery ticket instead. And I don't have a brother, or a best friend with a brother available, which means I'm stuck with Tyler Jaeger. Sure, he's a professional hockey player who also knows advanced ca...
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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 opportu...
An underwear model and a geek with a secret find out that love in the era of the twitterati is complicated.
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.
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.