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She's my best friend's kid sister, and I had long ago vowed to keep away. But when she asks me to help make her dream man jealous at her work's annual weekend getaway, I just about lose my Sh$%. She might think she's the ugly duckling, and maybe I teased her too much when she wore pigtails. But Fu%$ I had to do something to hide my real feelings, because she's the hottest girl I know. If some douchebag is too stupid to see the swan, she shouldn't be with him. No, she should be with a guy like me, one who would worship her, bring her to life beneath my hands…my mouth. But I'm a player with a reputation, and she's off limits. Yeah, keeping my hands to myself is what I need to do. Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Millionaire, because I'm…you know…good.
I might be a sports medicine doctor but nothing could have prepared me for my best friend's kid sister. When she steps into my bedroom, dressed in a short, sexy robe, asking me to examine her…groin…I nearly bite off my tongue. This girl is hands off all the way. But dammit if little Kitty Kat hasn't grown into a gorgeous tigress. She drops her robe and exposes silky lingerie, tempting me in ways that Fu%& me over. I should put a stop to her games. I want to put a stop to them. Taking her to my bed is wrong, right? Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Doctor, because I'm…you know…good.
I’m the hard-ass president and CEO of a multimillion dollar company. I have rules and do things strictly by the book. Until sweet and innocent Holly crashes her car in a thunderstorm, and I take her to my cabin—my off limits sanctuary outside the city—for safety. She doesn’t know my true identity, doesn’t know my rules: sex is for pleasure, and relationships are out of the question. But when tension bubbles up between us, and nearly sets my cabin on fire, I’m suddenly conflicted. Breaking my rules are out of the question, especially after I find out who she really is. I need to end this. Now. Yeah, walking away is what I need to do. Then again, they don’t call me Bad Boy CEO, because I’m…you know…good.
I have no idea why Raelynn Walker is pretending to be her famous recording artist sister. I know it's been five years since high school, but did she honestly think I wouldn't recognize the shy twin? The one who couldn't carry a tune if her life depended on it? The one I'd crushed on since…forever? Whatever her reason, when she runs into Sam's Pub with a hoard of her sister's fans hot on her heels, throws her arms around me and plants her luscious lips on mine…let's just say that the universe opened and gave me what I'd waited forever for. I should probably tell her I know who she is. Keeping my mouth shut and giving her a wild night in her sister's shoes is wrong, right? Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Gamer, because I'm…you know…good.
As the owner and CEO of Sugar Bites, a multi-million dollar Candy Company, I set the office rules, and always lead by example. Until sweet little Eden sits on my lap and tells me all her Christmas wishes. She had no idea I was behind the beard, and I had no idea that beneath her hideous Christmas sweaters, my newly appointed public relations manager was more naughty than nice. I should stay away. I want to stay away. The whole no fraternizing rule was put in place for a reason, but when she’s tasked with helping me try out a new body chocolate, things get a little…sticky. I know better than to break my own rules, then again, they don’t call me Santa Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good.
My go to author for sexy romance - Lauren Blakely, #1 NYT'S Bestselling Author No way was I going to marry some guy to bring two rivalling crime families together. I was not a pawn, and my virginity was not for sale. That’s why I snuck away, and took a nanny position in a nice neighborhood. The next thing I knew, I was all tangled up in another position—with the hot millionaire next door. Not my smartest move. Not when I knew it could put him and his son in danger. We were strangers, but that didn’t stop me from giving him…everything. For the first time in my life I felt free, until danger tapped me on the shoulder. That’s when I realized I was in trouble… And that falling for the hot neighbor was going to cost more than my heart.
Gamer: I have no idea why Raelynn Walker is pretending to be her famous recording artist sister. I know it's been five years since high school, but did she honestly think I wouldn't recognize the shy twin? The one who couldn't carry a tune if her life depended on it? The one I'd crushed on since…forever? Whatever her reason, when she runs into Sam's Pub with a hoard of her sister's fans hot on her heels, throws her arms around me and plants her luscious lips on mine…let's just say that the universe opened and gave me what I'd waited forever for. I should probably tell her I know who she is. Keeping my mouth shut and giving her a wild night in her sister's shoes is wrong, right? Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Gamer, because I'm…you know…good. Millionaire: She's my best friend's kid sister, and I had long ago vowed to keep away. But when she asks me to help make her dream man jealous at her work's annual weekend getaway, I just about lose my Sh$%. She might think she's the ugly duckling, and maybe I teased her too much when she wore pigtails. But Fu%$ I had to do something to hide my real feelings, because she's the hottest girl I know. If some douchebag is too stupid to see the swan, she shouldn't be with him. No, she should be with a guy like me, one who would worship her, bring her to life beneath my hands…my mouth. But I'm a player with a reputation, and she's off limits. Yeah, keeping my hands to myself is what I need to do. Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Millionaire, because I'm…you know…good. CEO: I’m the hard-ass president and CEO of a multimillion dollar company. I have rules and do things strictly by the book. Until sweet and innocent Holly crashes her car in a thunderstorm, and I take her to my cabin—my off limits sanctuary outside the city—for safety. She doesn’t know my true identity, doesn’t know my rules: sex is for pleasure, and relationships are out of the question. But when tension bubbles up between us, and nearly sets my cabin on fire, I’m suddenly conflicted. Breaking my rules are out of the question, especially after I find out who she really is. I need to end this. Now. Yeah, walking away is what I need to do. Then again, they don’t call me Bad Boy CEO, because I’m…you know…good.
Coming back to Seattle and facing Jamie is the second hardest thing I’ve done in my life. The first was burying his brother and then walking away. But my son needs a positive male role model, and there’s no one I trust for the job but his Uncle Jamie. I ran away from him after the fatal car accident—not because I blamed him, but to protect him. When I learn he blames himself for the accident, I know I must tell him the truth. But will knowing the real reason behind the crash give him the freedom to forgive himself and move on. Or will it destroy everything he’s believed in, including me? For Jamie’s sake, it’s a risk I have to take.
A honeymoon in Italy and I’m the pretend bride? How can I say no? Luke just dumped his conniving fiancé and needs a shoulder to cry on. I’ll always be there for him. Problem is, I want him. I’ve always wanted him. Then I see the king-sized bed. And Luke starts pulling out all the plays. His kisses are far more real than the ones I’ve imagined. And the more we pretend, the more real it feels. But come the end of the week, will our make-believe honeymoon be the end of a lifelong friendship? Or the beginning of something much more? I guess it’s time to find out.
“My go to author for sexy romance.” #1 NYT’S Bestselling author Lauren Blakely. When it comes to relationships, I need all the help I can get. When Rider agrees to be my buffer, I happily put myself in his capable hands. It isn’t his fault my date goes south, but the tough as nails hockey player takes it personally. Under his wing, I find the freedom to let go, and the joy of having it accepted. But can two people, one afraid he’s unlovable and the other afraid to love, trust in themselves enough to realize this could be their shot at happily ever after?