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From New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a love story about taking chances and the surprises that come with them. My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn‿t from the man I‿d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who‿d written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn‿t start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless‿so I thought. Until one day I took things too far. While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie‿s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father. I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn‿t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally. Like when I showed up on their doorstep.

From #1 New York Times Bestseller Vi Keeland, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.Terminated for inappropriate behavior.I couldn’t believe the letter in my hands.Nine years. Nine damn years I’d worked my butt off for one of the largest companies in America, and I was fired with a form letter when I returned home from a week in Aruba.All because of a video taken when I was on vacation with my friends—a private video made on my private time. Or so I thought…Pissed off, I cracked open a bottle of wine and wrote my own letter to the gazillionaire CEO telling him what I thought of his company and its practices.I didn’t think he’d actually respond.I certainly never thought I’d suddenly become pen pals with the rich jerk.Eventually, he realized I’d been wronged and made sure I got my job back.Only…it wasn’t the only thing Grant Lexington wanted to do for me.But there was no way I was getting involved with my boss’s boss’s boss. Even if he was ridiculously gorgeous, confident, and charming.It would be completely wrong, inappropriate even.Sort of like the video that got me into trouble to begin with.Two wrongs don’t make a right.But sometimes it’s twice as fun.

The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men's locker room. It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.The famed quarterback decided to bare all.And by all, I don't mean he told me any of his secrets.No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby--screwing with me.When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.But I don't date players.And it's not because I'm one of the few women working in the world of professional football.I'd date an athlete.It's the other kind of player I don't date.You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.Brody Easton was the ultimate player.Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.Turned out, I was that girl.Simple right?Let's face it. It never is.There's a story between once upon a time and happily ever after...And this one is ours.

The night I met Drew Jagger, he'd just broken into my new Park Avenue office.I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills.He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant.Only, turned out, he wasn't an intruder at all.Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He'd been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn't really available for rent.I was swindled out of ten grand.The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he'd let me stay until I found a new place.I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn't help giving him a piece of my mind.I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages.The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing.And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.

A professor's deadly past comes back to haunt her in this chilling and addictive thriller from the No. 1 New York Times and TikTok bestselling author Vi Keeland.

A slow-burn, swooning romance where 27 Dresses meets The Hating Game, from the No. 1 New York Times and TikTok bestselling author.

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Vi Keeland comes a steamy, standalone office romance. After Chase Parker crashes Reese's awful blind date and gives her something to smile about, she expects she'll never see him again...until it turns out he's her brand new boss.

Nr. 1 New York Times and Spiegel BestsellerautorinMax Yearwood traf ich zum ersten Mal während eines Blind Dates. Max war wahnsinnig hinreißend, lustig und zwischen uns sprühten nur so die Funken. Außerdem hatte er die schönsten Grübchen, die mir je unter die Augen gekommen waren.Genau, was ich nach meiner Trennung brauchte.Zumindest dachte ich das ...Bis meine echte Verabredung eintraf.Wie sich herausstellte, war Max gar nicht derjenige, mit dem ich mich treffen sollte.Er tat nur so, als sei er es, bis meine echte Verabredung auftauchte.Zu sagen, dass ich enttäuscht war, wäre eine Untertreibung.Bevor er wieder ging, steckte er mir eine Eintrittskarte für ein Eishockeyspiel einige Häuserblocks entfernt zu, nur für den Fall, dass es mit meiner echten Verabredung nicht so gut lief.Ich verstaute die Karte in meiner Handtasche und versuchte, mich auf den Mann zu konzentrieren, mit dem ich mich treffen sollte.Doch mein echtes Blind Date und ich hatten überhaupt keine Verbindung.Auf dem Heimweg entschied ich mich also, ein Risiko einzugehen und das Eishockeyspiel zu besuchen.Bei meiner Ankunft war der Platz neben mir leer.Wieder einmal war ich enttäuscht und beschloss, nach Ende des zweiten Drittels zu gehen.Doch kurz vor Abpfiff schoss eines der Teams ein Tor und die Zuschauer spielten verrückt.Auf dem riesigen Bildschirm erschien das Gesicht eines Spielers. Obwohl er einen Helm trug, erstarrte ich, als er lächelte.Sie können es sich denken: Grübchen.Offensichtlich hatte mein falsches Blind Date mich nicht eingeladen, um mir ein Eishockeyspiel mit ihm zusammen anzusehen, sondern er hatte mich eingeladen, ihm beim Spielen zuzuschauen.Und so begann mein Abenteuer mit Max Yearwood.Zu dem Zeitpunkt war er alles, was ich brauchte - witzig, sexy, zu allem bereit, und nur noch für ein paar Monate in der Stadt, da er einen Vertrag bei einem Team viertausend Kilometer entfernt unterschrieben hatte.Max schlug vor, dass wir den Sommer damit verbringen, mir zu helfen, meinen Ex zu vergessen. Das klang wie ein guter Plan. Die Dinge konnten nicht allzu ernst werden, wenn wir ein Verfallsdatum hatten. Oder?Nun, Sie wissen ja, wie das ist, wenn man sich ganz fest etwas vornimmt.

Vi Keeland, auteure de bests-sellers no 1 au classement du New York Times, nous livre un nouveau roman intégral, torride et sexy.Ma première rencontre avec Merrick Crawford a lieu lors de mon entretien d'embauche.Enfin... techniquement, je l'ai rencontré vingt minutes plus tôt, lorsqu'il a fait irruption dans une cabine d'essayage à quelques mètres du lieu de rendez-vous.Sur le coup, j'ai crié. Et lui aussi. Vêtue d'un simple soutien-gorge, j'ai mis fin à cette dispute en claquant la porte au nez de ce magnifique abruti.Comme vous pouvez l'imaginer, maintenant je panique en découvrant que ce grossier personnage risque bien de devenir mon nouveau boss.Pourtant, il ne semble pas me reconnaître. Du moins, c'est ce que je crois... Jusqu'à ce qu'on se dispute à nouveau pendant l'entretien et qu'il me dise d'aller me renifler l'aisselle. Bon, d'accord, lorsqu'il m'a surprise dans la cabine, je n'étais peut-être pas vraiment en pleine séance d'essayage. Pour ma défense, j'étais restée coincée dans un train non climatisé pendant deux heures et je voulais m'assurer que je ne sentais rien.Bien évidemment, je ne m'attends pas à obtenir le poste. Mais curieusement, une invitation à un second entretien arrive dans ma boîte mail. Avant de partir, je demande à voir Merrick. J'ai besoin de savoir pourquoi je suis encore en lice après notre départ désastreux.Il s'avère qu'il veut m'engager uniquement parce que je suis la candidate la moins compétente. Apparemment, son conseil d'administration l'oblige à pourvoir le poste contre son gré.Je n'ai pas vraiment envie de travailler dans un endroit où mon boss s'attend à me voir échouer, alors je décide de lui prouver qu'il se trompe. C'est ma nouvelle opération : Objectif Boss.Ce qui est inattendu, en revanche, c'est toutes les autres choses que je me surprends à vouloir faire avec Merrick Crawford.Il faut dire que ce n'est pas une idée brillante de nouer des liens plus intimes avec mon patron.Mais vous savez ce qu'on dit à propos des choix : il y en a qu'on regrette, d'autres dont on est fier. Et je me demande bien comment celui-là va tourner.

This addictive thriller from No. 1 New York Times bestselling author Vi Keeland follows a New York psychiatrist's dark descent into a dangerous obsession.After experiencing a terrible loss, New York City psychiatrist Meredith McCall feels painfully adrift. When she crosses paths with a man with whom she has a tragic connection, she follows him, sparking an unhealthy obsession with Gabriel Wright. How is he doing so well while her life is in shambles? But when Gabriel walks into her office as a patient, seemingly unaware of who she is, she knows it crosses all ethical and moral bounds to treat him. Yet, Meredith can't bring herself to turn him away and becomes further entangled. With her life and career continuing to unravel, it appears that things could not get any worse . . . until they do.

Ein unabhängiger und sexy Feinde-zu-Geliebten Liebesroman von Nr. 1 New York Times Bestsellerautorin Vi Keeland.Die Fehde zwischen Weston Lockwood und mir begann am Altar.Nur dass keiner von uns an dieser Hochzeit teilnahm und die Trauung fand bereits einige Jahrzehnte vor unserer Geburt statt.Unsere Großväter waren einst beste Freunde und Geschäftspartner, zumindest bis zu dem Hochzeitstag meines Großvaters - als seine Braut damit herausplatzte, dass sie ihn nicht heiraten könne, da sie ebenfalls in Westons Großvater verliebt sei.Die zwei Männer kämpften jahrelang um Grace Copeland, die zufälligerweise auch die Geschäftspartnerin der beiden war. Doch am Ende gelang es keinem von beiden, ihr gesamtes Herz zu erobern.Schließlich gingen alle ihre eigenen Wege. Unsere Großväter heirateten andere Frauen und die beiden Männer wurden zu den größten Rivalen im Geschäftsleben, die die Welt je gesehen hatte.Unsere Väter fuhren mit der Tradition fort, sich zu bekriegen. Genauso wie Weston und ich.Meistens hielten wir großen Abstand voneinander.Bis zu dem Tag, an dem die Frau, die diesen Streit verursacht hatte, starb - und unseren Großvätern überraschenderweise eines der wertvollsten Hotels der Welt vermachte.Nun sitze ich in einem Hotel fest mit einem Mann, den ich hassen soll, und versuche, das Chaos zu entwirren, das unsere Familien geerbt haben.Wie üblich hat es nicht lange gedauert, bis wir anfingen, uns an die Gurgel zu gehen.Weston Lockwood verkörpert alles, was ich verabscheue. Er ist groß, klug, eingebildet und viel zu attraktiv. Wir sind wie Wasser und Öl.Doch das sollte eigentlich kein Problem sein. Unsere Familien sind es gewohnt, Krieg zu führen. Es gibt nur eine kleine Schwierigkeit. Jedes Mal wenn Weston und ich uns streiten, landen wir im Bett.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar.Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born.Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather's wedding day-when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn't marry him because she was also in love with Weston's grandfather.The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other.Eventually, they all went their separate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history.Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding. And then Weston and I did, too.For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible.Until the day the woman who started the feud died-and unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share.Now I'm stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited.As usual, it didn't take long for us to be at each other's throats.Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good. We were fire and ice.But that shouldn't be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.

Bennett Fox a débarqué dans ma vie par un lundi matin merdique.J'étais en retard pour le premier jour de mon nouveau boulot, un boulot pour lequel j'allais maintenant devoir me battre même si j'avais déjà travaillé huit ans pour le remporter, à cause d'une fusion inattendue.Alors que je trimballais mes affaires jusqu'à mon nouveau bureau, j'ai reçu un PV pour m'être mal garée. La policière verbalisait tout un alignement de voitures, à l'exception de l'Audi garée devant moi, exactement la même marque et le même modèle que la mienne.Agacée, j'ai décidé de refiler mon PV à la voiture qui avait échappé à l'amende. Avec un peu de chance, le propriétaire le paierait sans se douter de rien.L'ennui, c'est que j'ai accidentellement cassé l'essuie-glace en glissant le papier sur le pare-brise de la voiture.Sérieusement, ma journée commençait mal.Tout s'est arrangé quand j'ai rencontré un homme magnifique dans l'ascenseur. Nous avons partagé l'un de ces moments qui n'arrivent que dans les films.Vous voyez le genre... votre corps s'embrase, des feux d'artifice se déclenchent et l'air crépite autour de vous.Sous son regard brûlant, le temps que je sorte de l'ascenseur, j'étais toute rouge.Finalement, la journée n'était pas si mauvaise.C'était ce que je croyais.Jusqu'à ce que j'entre dans le bureau de mon nouveau patron et rencontre mon concurrent.Le beau spécimen de l'ascenseur était désormais mon ennemi juré. Son regard n'était pas brûlant en raison d'une attirance mutuelle. C'était parce qu'il m'avait vue vandaliser sa voiture. Et maintenant, il était impatient d'anéantir sa rivale.La limite est fine entre l'amour et la haine, et c'est un jeu dangereux.C'est une limite à (ne pas) franchir... pourtant, ce serait tellement agréable de jouer un peu.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.You see, I'd gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I'd grabbed the wrong suitcase.After checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag.A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.Donovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange.Turned out, it wasn't just his voice that was sexy. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark.He got me to admit that I'd snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. Donovan wasn't just handsome with a panty-dropping voice. He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.Did I mention he also did my laundry while I slept? Definitely too good to be true.So what did I do to repay him for his kindness?I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him.My life was too complicated for such a great guy.In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often.But New York City had eight-million people, so what were the chances I'd run into him?Then again, what were the chances I'd run into him a year later...when I'd just started dating his boss?

Dimpled smile of a boy Hard body of a man Sings like an angel Fucks like the devil I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place. At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl's fantasy became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another man. The problem was--the two men--they shared a tour bus. Flynn Beckham was the opening act. Dylan Ryder was the headliner. What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake? I'll tell you what happens. Things get ugly.