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We skipped right over the whole fiancée thing and went straight from girlfriend to wife.At least, I think that's what happened. I wake up after my brother's Vegas wedding reception with my luscious girlfriend in bed with me. We're both wearing wedding rings.So is her coworker, Josh.And our Vegas chauffeur, Geordi.Who the hell am I married to?Unraveling this mystery will be as difficult as figuring out why Amanda and I are having panic attacks over the thought of being husband and wife.Or whoever we're actually married to.Oh, ^%$#.It's true that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, with one exception:If she's my wife, we'll make it work.If she's not?I'll make it happen.Listen to the audiobook, narrated by Audie award winner Sebastian York!

Who needs a SWAT team to escape from their own wedding? Me. My Momzilla turned us into hostages at our own ceremony, so Declan and I are getting married the good old-fashioned way, just like everybody else. By calling in his private security team, stealing away before the ceremony by helicopter, connecting to his corporate jet and heading for Las Vegas. The Boston wedding of the year is about to become a trashy Elvis drive-thru ceremony. Until the best man spills the beans and Mom, Dad, my sisters, his brothers, my maid of honor, my friend Josh, and even my cat, Chuckles, all come along for the ride. I can't win, can I? Oh. Yeah. I already did. Love conquers all. Even my crazy family.Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife is the 4th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series. After Declan convinces Shannon to escape from their own wedding minutes before the ceremony begins, the madcap adventures are just getting started. When the mother of the bride pries their location out of the tortured best man, the whole crazy crew follows the bride and groom to Las Vegas in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent. To escape her Momzilla, Shannon tries to elope with her billionaire fiancé, Declan. But when the secret gets out, she'll find she can't outrun her family in this "frothy, fabulous romantic comedy" (Kirkus Reviews)

Alles begann mit einer falschen Stellenanzeige.Kein Wunder ...Ich bin ein professioneller Fluffer. Es ist nicht das, was du gerade gedacht hast. Ich arbeite als professionelle Haus-Stylistin. Immobilienmakler lieben mich, und meine Arbeit steht für sich selbst.Seufz ...Schmutzige Gedanken? Nur zu. Lach ruhig. Ich werde warten, bis du fertig bist.Verstehst du mich jetzt? Genau das ist das Problem. Mein Beruf verwendet den Begriff ¿Fluffer" schon seit Jahrzehnten.Ich wusste gar nicht, dass es dafür eine laszivere Definition gibt ... bis es zu spät war.Das Stellenangebot für einen professionellen Fluffer auf Craigslist scheint wie eine göttliche Intervention. Mein allerletztes Arbeitslosengeld ist bereits auf meinem Konto eingegangen, und ich bin verzweifelt.Die Miete ist fällig, und in der Anzeige steht: Barzahlung am Ende des Tages.Der perfekte Job!Ein Haus-Stylist rückt die Vorzüge eines Hauses ins rechte Licht, und das gleiche Prinzip gilt für den Dreh einer bestimmten Art von Filmen. Es stellt sich heraus, dass ein ¿Fluffer" dabei keine dekorativen Kissen arrangiert.Man arrangiert andere weiche und ... zylinderförmige Dinge.Der Job ist nicht hart. Ich meine, es geht schon darum, hart zu sein ... oder, ähm, anderen Leuten zu helfen, hart zu werden.

Ich bin ein verdammtes Meme! Ein Witzbild, auf dem ich nackt und verletzlich in sämtlichen sozialen Netzwerken bloßgestellt werde. Das kommt davon, wenn man seinem Freund im Anflug jugendlichen Leichtsinns erlaubt, Nacktfotos von einem zu machen. Fragt lieber nicht, damals ergab das für mich Sinn, weil ich ja sooo verliebt war!Doch dann hat dieser hinterhältige Mistkerl die Fotos auf einer Webseite gepostet. Dreimal dürft ihr raten, was danach passiert ist. Dank der immer besser funktionierenden Gesichtserkennungssoftwares werde ich auch heute noch - Jahre später - wirklich jedes Mal markiert, wenn jemand die Fotos teilt. Und ich habe es satt!Die Phase der Scham und Wut habe ich inzwischen überwunden, stattdessen will ich es ihm endlich heimzahlen - auf die gleiche Art und Weise. Er soll wissen, wie ich mich nach seinem Verrat gefühlt habe. Also zieh dich warm an, mein Lieber!Allerdings gibt es ein Problem: Wie um alles in der Welt komme ich an meinen Ex heran? Er ist mittlerweile ein Abgeordneter des US-Repräsentantenhauses und wird von einer Horde Politiker-Groupies umschwärmt. Damit bin ich nur eine von vielen, die zu ihm ins Bett kriechen wollen, wenn auch aus anderen Gründen. Denn ich will keinen Ruhm, sondern Rache. Und dafür brauche ich ein paar kompromittierende Fotos von ihm.Aber dann kommt es wieder einmal anders: Ich habe mich in ihn verliebt. Schon wieder!

All of our best dates end up in the emergency room....I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and-her favorite-tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman.The perfect everything.Dad gave me my late mother's engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn't care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress.But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, and that will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her bare backside on the internet.I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses.And it was perfect.Until Shannon swallowed the ring.* * *Shopping for a Billionaire's Fiancée gives near-billionaire Declan McCormick the chance to tell his story in this continuation of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series.

I'm thrilled to be the maid of honor in my friend's wedding, but the best man, Andrew McCormick, is a chauvinistic pig with a God complex. And I can't stop kissing him in closets. (Don't ask.) He's the brother of the groom and the CEO of my biggest mystery shopping account, but suddenly he's refusing to be in the wedding. He won't talk about it. Won't see reason. He's such a man. And he still won't stop kissing me in random closets. (Thank goodness.) I'm a fixer. That's what I do. I can fix anything if given the chance. But when the game is fixed there's only so much I can do. The ball's in his court now. Game on. * * *Shopping for a CEO continues the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping series. When CEO Andrew McCormick and mystery shopper Amanda Warrick find themselves in the unlikely position of being maid of honor and best man in the Boston society Wedding of the Year, an undeniable attraction and dual stubborn streaks add fuel to the fire in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.

A top-10 New York Times bestseller!Ever meet a hot billionaire while your hand's in a toilet in the men's room of one of his stores?No? So it really is just me. Hmm.When you're a mystery shopper, you get paid to humiliate yourself, all in the name of improving customer service. Romance isn't in my job description.But the day I met Declan McCormick it was love at first flush.Until I nearly castrated him with my EpiPen.How Hot Guy and Toilet Girl became an item involves my crazy mom, a trip to the ER, my homicidal cat, my fake wife, and true love.Don't look at me like that. I'm just doing my job.I'm shopping for a billionaire.---Shopping for a Billionaire, from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent, is a 500+ page, hilarious romantic comedy with heart, heat, and laughs.

Ana DaSilva is looking for a palate cleanser. A one night stand. A reboot.Instead, she got fireworks, sparks, chemistry, and the perfect guy. No one wants to meet Mr. Right when he should just be Mr. Rebound, but Mr. Right is so, so right.But then he went from Mr. Right to Mr. Never, because when she learns she's pregnant three days after that wonderful night with Dennis, she realizes her sleazy drug dealing ex not only left her with the legal mess she knew about, he gave her a life-long present.One that means ignoring Dennis' texts and phone calls, no matter how much she wants to answer.Dennis Luview wants to escape his pain. Coming back to his hometown of Luview, Maine - the cheesy tourist trap where every day was Valentine's Day - means facing a past he left behind twenty-four years ago.Yes, his family is loving, and sure, he has roots that go bone-deep in the small town community where people step up for each other.But the naive eighteen-year-old who left to serve his country is now a retired Special Ops vet with a heavy entourage of ghosts and PTSD. No woman deserves all the baggage he's lugging around.Including Ana, who clearly wants nothing to do with him, no matter how intense their one haunting encounter really was.It's one thing to have ghosts, and quite another to be ghosted.Which is why six months after that hot night, he's stunned to find her in his hometown, at a bridal shower, her ripe, pregnant belly swelling under a gorgeous yellow sundress.A public confrontation turns into a very private reunion, and as Dennis pursues Ana she opens up, but is he crazy to want her - and what turns out to be another man's baby - to settle down and find stability and love?Or is he deluding himself that he's remotely worth the happiness an instant family could offer, after his terrible past?

One hundred years ago when I was young and impulsive (okay, it was five, alright? Five years ago...) I let my boyfriend take, let's just say...compromising pictures of me.(Shut up. It made sense at the time).Surprise! The sleazy back-stabbing jerk posted them on a website and, well, you can guess what happened. That's right.I'm a meme. A really gross one.You're seen the pictures. And if you haven't - don't ask. And don't look!As face recognition software online improves, I get tagged on social media whenever anyone shares my pictures. You try getting a thousand notifications a day, all of them pictures of your tatas.So. I'm done.It's time for revenge. Let him see how it feels! But how do you get embarrassingly intimate pictures of your jerkface ex who double-crossed you five years ago?Especially when he's a member of the U.S.House of Representatives now?Getting sweet between the sheets with a congressman is pretty much every political roadie's dream, right? I'm one in a crowd.Except to this day, he swears he didn't do it. Pursued me for months after I dumped him five years ago. Begged me to take him back.And I almost did it. Almost. I was weak and stupid and in love a hundred years ago.Okay. Fine. Five.But I still have the upper hand. Second chance romance has all the emotional feels, doesn't it?I can't wait to punch him in the feels.All I need to do is sleep with him once, take some hot-and-sweaty pics of him in... delicate positions, and bring him down. That's it. Nothing more.Pictures first. Revenge after. And then I win.At least, that's how it was supposed to happen. But then I did something worse than sexting.I fell in love with him. Again.

It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.I'm a professional fluffer. It's NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I'll wait.See? That's the problem. My career has used the term "fluffer" for decades. I didn't even know there was a more... lascivious definition of the term.Until it was too late.The ad for a "professional fluffer" on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day. The perfect job!Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a "fluffer" doesn't arrange decorative pillows on a couch.They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.The job isn't hard. Er, I mean, it is - it's about being hard. Or, well... helping other people to be hard.Oh, man...And that's the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham - my high school crush. The owner of the house where we're filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with an undressed star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what's easier than I ever imagined?Having all my dreams come true.

A missed opportunity five years ago makes for an unexpected encounter now between two people meant for each other - but who square off in a very public battle of wills in the small town of Love You, Maine, where every day is Valentine's Day. Can love conquer all in a town steeped in it?Kell Luview refuses to be a sucker at love again. Five years ago, he left D.C. with his p[ride deeply wounded and his heart broken. Fiercely protective of his small town in rural Maine, he's determined to save the family tree business and avoid his feelings at all costs, no matter how much he longs to solve the mystery of what happened in D.C.L.A. native Rachel Hart hates being underestimated almost as much as she hates this small town. She has two goals on this trip: get out of the cheesy tourist trap of Love You, Maine with a completed business deal, and avoid running into Kell, her old friend from D.C. who never became an old flame because of a huge misunderstanding.One that still aches.When her rental car breaks down on a logging road and Kell comes to her rescue, it's clear he's a changed man - and not for the good. Grumpy and reserved, he pushes all her buttons, still stubbornly convinced she betrayed him all those years ago. He's never forgiven her, and she's never forgiven herself for carrying a torch for him.An embarrassing incident gets the town gossip mill going when residents wrongly assume Kell and Rachel are the newest couple to find love in the most romantic place on Earth. But the townsfolk aren't wrong for long...As Rachel breaks through his defenses and charms the town, he faces his biggest fear: all those pesky feelings he's been avoiding.Because they're all about Rachel now.And maybe they always were.Can Kell and Rachel fight their growing attraction in the one place in the world where you can't avoid love?If you're looking for a fun read about enemies to lovers, forced proximity, heroines who get their comeuppance and sworn bachelors felled by unexpected true love, featuring a hot bearded lumberjack impervious to poison ivy, and a city-slicker, jaded career woman with a penchant for great coffee, set in a small town in New England - then this is your book.Grab a cup of (properly good) coffee, a can of hot cocoa mix, a jar of Fluff and maybe some calamine lotion (just in case), and get your happymeter ready as you read the very first book in New York Times bestselling romantic comedy author Julia Kent's Love You, Maine series - where love isn't just a feeling - it's a way of life.¿Standalone¿Enemies to Lovers¿Small town romance¿Lumberjack and city slicker outsider... and a cat named Calamine

Il se trouve que mon beau-père a élaboré un plan à mon sujet.Un plan qui ferait presque passer la mort pour une issue fort enviable.Il a décidé de vendre ma virginité à un baron de la drogue mexicain pour payer ses dettes.Chase vient de l'apprendre et il est là pour me mettre en sécurité. Pour m'emmener vers l'océan. Vers mes rêves.Mais alors que je suis en fuite, un meurtre se produit dans ma ville natale. Je reçois un appel de la police.Le suspect numéro un, c'est moi.Si je reviens, je pourrais devenir la première victime de cette machination.On dit que l'amour est assez fort pour déplacer des montagnes, mais Chase sera-t-il assez fort pour me sortir de tout cela ?* * *Retrouvez les trois tomes de la série romantique à suspense Briser ses chaînes, par Meli Raine, auteure à succès du magazine USA Today Allie, à découvert (#1)Allie, prise au piège (#2)Allie pour toujours (#3)