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He's the arrogant Manhattan realtor with billboards advertising his six-pack more than his expertise in negotiations.I'm the competing broker who stupidly moved across the hall from his office.From day one, I've been his sworn enemy. Okay, so I might have accidentally stolen one of his clients. Well, is it stealing if the client comes to me?Even our vicious banter and loathing gazes can't hide the chemistry between us. Who can blame me? He has enough charisma to make every hot-blooded woman in the city melt with a single word.Just when I think a mutual respect could be born between us, the biggest developer in the city offers us an opportunity that pits us against each other.Time to forget Carmelo Mancini's dreamy eyes and tight abs.

Binge read this in one sitting yesterday! And I'm going to be honest, I'm absolutely spellbound by this series." - Angie, Angie's Dreamy Reads ¿¿¿¿¿What's a girl to do after being ditched at the altar by text message? That's right. Text. Message.How does she pick up the pieces and move on? I'm no Dear Abby but here's a little free advice...Advice #1 - First, purge your apartment of all things him-by tossing his belongings off the balcony.Advice #2 - Do not, I repeat do not, throw anything out into the hallway because you'll injure your hot new neighbor.Advice #3 - When said neighbor brings over Chinese Food do not let him stay and keep you company. It's awkward when you realize he's your boss.Advice #4 - Accept his offer to help you with your side business but think twice before using a date to his sister's wedding as collateral.Advice #5 - Investigate who your mystery neighbor really is. Don't trust his word even if he's the world's best kisser.If you listen to nothing else, pay attention to that last one. It's the most important and will save you a lot of heartache.xo,LOVESICK IN LAKE STARLIGHT

You might be wondering how you'll know when your playboy ways are coming to an end. For some it might be an unexpected pregnancy (ahem... you know who), for others it might be finally landing the one woman you've always wanted (cough... I won't mention any names). For me, it was the death of my mentor and the subsequent reading of his will.he signs were there, they always are. But I didn't notice them until it was too late, and my demise was complete.Demise Sign #1 - You find yourself thrust into the land of responsibility and you don't immediately hightail it out of town.Demise Sign #2 - Despite being stuck with the world's biggest Jekyll & Hyde, some sadistic part of you actually enjoys spending time with her.Demise Sign #3 - Your family suddenly stops wanting to weigh in on every decision in your life.Demise Sign #4 - Somehow you end up being the voice of reason in your tumultuous partnership.Demise Sign #5 - You start thinking of other people before yourself.Demise Sign #6 - You agree to put yourself in the middle of an Alaskan reality TV show that has both of you sleeping in the same tent.Demise Complete.

Imagine you're a matchmaker and you realize too late you're in love with your childhood best friend. You only have yourself to blame-you're the one who matched him and now he's engaged to be married. When you find yourself in this position there's a few secrets you're going to need to keep...Secret #1 - Smile when he tells you the happy news, even if your heart cracks in half.Secret #2 - Don't compare yourself to his beautiful French fiancée. You're just as beautiful.Secret #3 - Don't tag along to the tux fitting with him alone. Just no.Secret #4 - Don't help him learn to dance to his wedding song.Secret #5 - Erase all memories of the two of you through the years when lines blurred for even the briefest of moments.And the one you never saw coming...Secret #6 - Definitely, don't stand and object-someone else might just do it for you.

He's the arrogant Manhattan realtor with billboards advertising his six-pack more than his expertise in negotiations.I'm the competing broker who stupidly moved across the hall from his office.From day one, I've been his sworn enemy. Okay, so I might have accidentally stolen one of his clients. Well, is it stealing if the client comes to me?Even our vicious banter and loathing gazes can't hide the chemistry between us. Who can blame me? He has enough charisma to make every hot-blooded woman in the city melt with a single word.Just when I think a mutual respect could be born between us, the biggest developer in the city offers us an opportunity that pits us against each other.Time to forget Carmelo Mancini's dreamy eyes and tight abs.

***NOW A USA TODAY BESTSELLER***Imagine lying in a hospital bed and the doctor who pulls the curtain back to treat you is the one who got away. Even if you never really had her in the first place. She's not only your high school crush, she's the ex-girlfriend of your ex-best friend. The one girl you've always wanted.Here's a step-by-step list to finally win her over...Key to win #1: Try not to take offense that she snuck back into town without telling you-six months ago.Key to win #2: Rekindle the friendship to ease the awkwardness. But... DO NOT enter the friend zone.Key to win #3: Ignore the fact that she went speed dating the night before. Take it as good a sign-maybe she's looking for a relationship.Key to win #4: Attempt to keep the two of you out of the town gossip blog and away from your large family. Make sure you don't let this last one throw you off your mission.Key to win #5: Don't get deterred when you find out the past is about to repeat itself. Because the man she met at the speed dating night is your best buddy from work.Just remember, you sat back and let her slip away once, you won't do it a second time. Failure is not an option.Author Note: This book does NOT contain cheating.

He's the arrogant Manhattan realtor with billboards advertising his six-pack more than his expertise in negotiations.I'm the competing broker who stupidly moved across the hall from his office.From day one, I've been his sworn enemy. Okay, so I might have accidentally stolen one of his clients. Well, is it stealing if the client comes to me?Even our vicious banter and loathing gazes can't hide the chemistry between us. Who can blame me? He has enough charisma to make every hot-blooded woman in the city melt with a single word.Just when I think a mutual respect could be born between us, the biggest developer in the city offers us an opportunity that pits us against each other.Time to forget Carmelo Mancini's dreamy eyes and tight abs.

"Best small town romance series I've ever read and every book just gets better and better!" - Angie, Angie's Dreamy ReadsIf you're having fun living your bachelor life in your Alaskan hometown and out of nowhere a woman shows up holding a baby she insists is yours, you need a plan-a birth plan.BP Step #1 - Lift your jaw off the floor.BP Step #2 - Figure out the baby's age-do the math.BP Step #3 - Try to remember the woman and with any luck, her name.BP Step #4 - Double check that she's not confusing you with your twin brother.BP Step #5 - Ignore your five sister's scowls as your entire family watches the drama unfold.There's only one thing you shouldn't do.BP Step #6 - Don't assume she's there because she wants your daughter to call you Daddy. You'll only end up disappointed.Time to figure out a new plan-one that changes her mind.

It was never my plan to wake up in a Vegas hotel room as Dominic Mancini's WIFE. The man has brought me nothing but heartache since I was sixteen.At least we agree on one thing-a quickie annulment and we can both get on with our lives. I can go back to teaching little girls to dance and he can go back to making millions on Wall Street.But sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. It follows you right into an ambush by your Italian Mamas who deliver Oscar-worthy performances when heaping on the guilt.So, we do what any good Italian kids would do. We secretly agree to pretend to give marriage a try.But our easy solution morphs into a convoluted mess and leaves us wondering-is it safe to bet on each other?

When a famous music producer moves to Lake Starlight it can't just be a coincidence. It's the universe helping to move things along in the right direction so that Griffin Thorne can discover me.I have to confess-I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen.Confession #1: I may have overhead that he was in search of a nanny. What can I say? My brother has a big mouth.Confession #2: It's possible I helped along the assumption that I had nanny experience. Hey, babysitting my nieces and nephew counts, right?Confession #3: There's a good chance I oversold my qualifications. But my Grandma Dori backed me up, so it's not completely my fault.And it worked. He hired me. Only for me to find out that he left the business. I guess it's on to Plan B.When he accidentally overhears me singing, I expect nothing from him. Then he asks to work with me on a song for our town's Founder's Day Parade and it feels like a dream come true. Until...Confession #4: I've fallen for him.

"Funny. Swoon worthy. Heartwarming. An unforgettable story and an incredible start to the series! A new favorite!" - Devney Perry, USA Today Bestselling AuthorIf you're a guy like me, and you find yourself having banged your sexy new boss-the school principal-in the back of your Jeep one drunken night, here's a few takeaways based on my experience...Lesson One: Always get her FULL name.Lesson Two: Consider asking what she does for a living.Lesson Three: Find out why she's moved to town. Get details. Details are crucial.Lesson Four: Don't alter her bio in front of an auditorium of high school students unless you know she has a sense of humor for that sort of thing.Lesson Five: If you ignore Lesson Four, apologize instead of flirt when you're sent to the principal's office.Lesson Six: NEVER sleep with her again.Lesson Seven: Pay attention to this one-it's the most important of them all. Don't fall for your one-night stand.Class dismissed."These characters were funny, relatable, and real, making it an addictive page turner I couldn't get enough of!" - Kennedy Fox, USA Today Bestselling Author ¿¿¿¿¿

***Now a USA TODAY Bestseller***If your ex arrives in your hometown eighteen months after you walked out on him while you were eight months pregnant, follow this short list of rules before you give him a second chance.Rule #1 - Don't stand in the way of your brothers who want to rough him up.Rule #2 - Don't meet him for coffee and agree to allow him to meet your daughter.Rule #3 - Don't drool when your daughter falls asleep on his chest for the first time. It's just your ovaries talking.Rule #4 - Don't let him hold your hand. While we're at it, no hugs, no kisses on the cheek... just no physical contact in general. That only leads to remembering better times.The last one is the most important...Rule #5 - When you find yourself needing someone's help and you're tired of always asking your family, don't let him be the one who's there for you.Because all those good qualities of his will suck you right back in and you'll have no chance of fighting your feelings, especially now that he's ready to be a father to your daughter.

"Witty banter, sexual tension,and steamy hookups is exactly what I want from an office romance! Sexy FilthyBoss was my first Piper Rayne read but not my last!" - Audrey Carlan, #1 NYT Bestselling AuthorHe's the sexy alpha male in the corner office who goes through assistants faster than free donuts in the breakroom.I'm the assistant who was chosen to cover for his last fire.The owner of the company is clear-hook the biggest client in our firm's history and there's a partnership for him and a promotion for me. Stipulation-we do it together.It doesn't take a tarot card-reading psychic to figure out where our story is headed... late nights, trips out of town, and more than a few awkward moments filled with sexual tension.No worries though. I pride myself on my willpower. I can totally ignore his sexy grin, his rock-hard body and his dreamy brown eyes. I will not become the woman other women hate.But it turns out that Enzo Mancini has a lot of layers and if I don't stop peeling, I'm going to lose everything, including my dignity.

"Witty banter, sexual tension,and steamy hookups is exactly what I want from an office romance! Sexy FilthyBoss was my first Piper Rayne read but not my last!" - Audrey Carlan, #1 NYT Bestselling AuthorHe's the sexy alpha male in the corner office who goes through assistants faster than free donuts in the breakroom.I'm the assistant who was chosen to cover for his last fire.The owner of the company is clear-hook the biggest client in our firm's history and there's a partnership for him and a promotion for me. Stipulation-we do it together.It doesn't take a tarot card-reading psychic to figure out where our story is headed... late nights, trips out of town, and more than a few awkward moments filled with sexual tension.No worries though. I pride myself on my willpower. I can totally ignore his sexy grin, his rock-hard body and his dreamy brown eyes. I will not become the woman other women hate.But it turns out that Enzo Mancini has a lot of layers and if I don't stop peeling, I'm going to lose everything, including my dignity.

It was never my plan to wake up in a Vegas hotel room as Dominic Mancini's WIFE. The man has brought me nothing but heartache since I was sixteen.At least we agree on one thing-a quickie annulment and we can both get on with our lives. I can go back to teaching little girls to dance and he can go back to making millions on Wall Street.But sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. It follows you right into an ambush by your Italian Mamas who deliver Oscar-worthy performances when heaping on the guilt.So, we do what any good Italian kids would do. We secretly agree to pretend to give marriage a try.But our easy solution morphs into a convoluted mess and leaves us wondering-is it safe to bet on each other?

"Witty banter, sexual tension,and steamy hookups is exactly what I want from an office romance! Sexy FilthyBoss was my first Piper Rayne read but not my last!" - Audrey Carlan, #1 NYT Bestselling AuthorHe's the sexy alpha male in the corner office who goes through assistants faster than free donuts in the breakroom.I'm the assistant who was chosen to cover for his last fire.The owner of the company is clear-hook the biggest client in our firm's history and there's a partnership for him and a promotion for me. Stipulation-we do it together.It doesn't take a tarot card-reading psychic to figure out where our story is headed... late nights, trips out of town, and more than a few awkward moments filled with sexual tension.No worries though. I pride myself on my willpower. I can totally ignore his sexy grin, his rock-hard body and his dreamy brown eyes. I will not become the woman other women hate.But it turns out that Enzo Mancini has a lot of layers and if I don't stop peeling, I'm going to lose everything, including my dignity.

He's the arrogant Manhattan realtor with billboards advertising his six-pack more than his expertise in negotiations.I'm the competing broker who stupidly moved across the hall from his office.From day one, I've been his sworn enemy. Okay, so I might have accidentally stolen one of his clients. Well, is it stealing if the client comes to me?Even our vicious banter and loathing gazes can't hide the chemistry between us. Who can blame me? He has enough charisma to make every hot-blooded woman in the city melt with a single word.Just when I think a mutual respect could be born between us, the biggest developer in the city offers us an opportunity that pits us against each other.Time to forget Carmelo Mancini's dreamy eyes and tight abs.

It was never my plan to wake up in a Vegas hotel room as Dominic Mancini's WIFE. The man has brought me nothing but heartache since I was sixteen.At least we agree on one thing-a quickie annulment and we can both get on with our lives. I can go back to teaching little girls to dance and he can go back to making millions on Wall Street.But sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. It follows you right into an ambush by your Italian Mamas who deliver Oscar-worthy performances when heaping on the guilt.So, we do what any good Italian kids would do. We secretly agree to pretend to give marriage a try.But our easy solution morphs into a convoluted mess and leaves us wondering-is it safe to bet on each other?

It was never my plan to wake up in a Vegas hotel room as Dominic Mancini's WIFE. The man has brought me nothing but heartache since I was sixteen.At least we agree on one thing-a quickie annulment and we can both get on with our lives. I can go back to teaching little girls to dance and he can go back to making millions on Wall Street.But sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. It follows you right into an ambush by your Italian Mamas who deliver Oscar-worthy performances when heaping on the guilt.So, we do what any good Italian kids would do. We secretly agree to pretend to give marriage a try.But our easy solution morphs into a convoluted mess and leaves us wondering-is it safe to bet on each other?

"Witty banter, sexual tension,and steamy hookups is exactly what I want from an office romance! Sexy FilthyBoss was my first Piper Rayne read but not my last!" - Audrey Carlan, #1 NYT Bestselling AuthorHe's the sexy alpha male in the corner office who goes through assistants faster than free donuts in the breakroom.I'm the assistant who was chosen to cover for his last fire.The owner of the company is clear-hook the biggest client in our firm's history and there's a partnership for him and a promotion for me. Stipulation-we do it together.It doesn't take a tarot card-reading psychic to figure out where our story is headed... late nights, trips out of town, and more than a few awkward moments filled with sexual tension.No worries though. I pride myself on my willpower. I can totally ignore his sexy grin, his rock-hard body and his dreamy brown eyes. I will not become the woman other women hate.But it turns out that Enzo Mancini has a lot of layers and if I don't stop peeling, I'm going to lose everything, including my dignity.

Three tattoo guns.Five motorcycle tires.Countless T-shirts.That's what I lost before I realized nothing good comes from dating my co-workers.Usually, I don't have much self-control. So, the fact that Frankie Grant is a hot, talented tattoo artist means it's a damn miracle she hasn't already been in my bed. But nothing can happen between us because Frankie comes with Jolie, her young daughter, and a crap load of baggage from her ex. And those are two things I never entertain.Anyone who knows me-the screwed up foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks-knows I'm not the guy you take home to meet your parents, let alone your kid. But I also know what it's like not to have parents, so things get complicated when Jolie asks me to be her daddy.I might as well just slash my own tires now.

He's not your average Joe from the corner bar.He's the heir to the crown.I should know, I've followed him for years.Not in a stalkerish way. Magazines and online gossip blogs are fair game when you're royalty.But I do know every detail about him, down to the brand of boxer briefs he wears.All my studying of the man who plays a starring role in my dreams pays off when I win a dinner with him. As if that wasn't enough, he barters a deal with me that has him moving into my spare guest room.I forgot that fairy tales don't exist though because just as I'm about to get everything I want, including the prince, I find out there's someone in Prince Adrian Marx's life I don't know-his fiancée.

I've loved him from afar.Though most times he's only a foot away.I'm smart enough to know he'll never be anyone's forever.He checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check. Motorcycle. Check. Chip on his shoulder. Check check.If he wasn't my neighbor and friend I may have thrown myself at him. Okay, yeah. I wouldn't. Because guys like Dylan don't want a woman who writes kid's math textbooks under him in bed. Instead, I pathetically savor morsels of moments where I have his sole attention.That was until his archenemy moved in with me. Now suddenly, Dylan's moving in too and warning off the first guy in a long time who's showing me interest. Could he finally see me as more than a friend, or am I just a prize to win and show off to his enemy?

She was always the one.Or so I thought.Turns out my instincts were dead wrong.Years ago I was faced with the choice between two women. Both were perfect in opposite ways. One was carefree and against commitment. The other was a woman you'd bring home to mom.I was young, naïve and stupid. I'm sure you can guess who I chose.Now, I'm older, wiser and know what the hell I want.So, when the same two women pop back into my life it's my chance for a do-over. But they flipped the script. Just like me, they want different things now. Leaving me with one choice-convince the woman I want that she wants me too.

I can't borrow him.He's not a sweater or a skirt.He's not even her favorite dress-the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him.In my defense, I didn't know who he was. To me, he was a cool, calm, confident stranger. He was perfection for the entire hour and a half train ride while the concrete jungle turned into a rolling green landscape.To an outsider, we probably appeared more friends than hopeful lovers. But my blush came quickly, and his dimples indented with every smile. We definitely shared a spark of what could be.Too bad I didn't know who he was before I fell for him, because he can't be mine.

She's got two strikes against her.Her name is Erickson and her parents own The Bagel Place.It wasn't always that way. When we were nine, we were best friends. But then a feud between our dads ripped their successful business apart-and my best friend was ripped away too.Our paths were bound to cross again. When both our families vie for the same spot on a Food Channel's reality show, the producers decide to change the format, aligning us as allies.In order to get our parents to agree to work together, Evan asks me to pretend to be her boyfriend, but I dare her to up the ante-be my fiancée. Fake fiancée... obviously.As usual, I didn't think things through. Turns out our parents have a lot of demands neither one of us expected. And all those demands lead to things feeling more real than fake.

Brady Banks.The Kingsmen's best wide receiver.Rich AF.Hot as hell.A stallion in the sack.How do I know that last fact? I may have shared a one-night stand with him six months ago when I was rebounding from a broken heart.I didn't forget him, but I was done with him, until I discovered he's the single dad of the boy I've been hired to nanny.It's near impossible to ignore my attraction to him now that we're living under the same roof-but I have no choice.First, this job pays well, and I need the money to move out of my parents' spare room.Second, he's a public figure and there's no room for me to get caught up in a scandal with him-I can't disappoint my parents again.Third, men like Brady were built to break hearts. I barely managed to piece mine back together after my failed engagement and Brady would do irreparable damage if I gave him the chance.Let the longest three months of my life begin...

Brady Banks.The Kingsmen's best wide receiver.Rich AF.Hot as hell.A stallion in the sack.How do I know that last fact? I may have shared a one-night stand with him six months ago when I was rebounding from a broken heart.I didn't forget him, but I was done with him, until I discovered he's the single dad of the boy I've been hired to nanny.It's near impossible to ignore my attraction to him now that we're living under the same roof-but I have no choice.First, this job pays well, and I need the money to move out of my parents' spare room.Second, he's a public figure and there's no room for me to get caught up in a scandal with him-I can't disappoint my parents again.Third, men like Brady were built to break hearts. I barely managed to piece mine back together after my failed engagement and Brady would do irreparable damage if I gave him the chance.Let the longest three months of my life begin...