Writing about Royals may seem like the dream job, but let me tell you-it's not. Always looking for a way to crush the happily-ever-after, no thank you, I'm through. That's why when my boss demands an exposé, on the most notorious prince around, I decide to march right up to her office to tell her I quit. Except...I get stuck in the elevator along the way. And I'm not alone. I'm with him. The guy I'm supposed to expose. The reason I'm quitting. Meet Bachelor Royalty Extraordinaire, whose romantic prowess is legendary. With his sultry bedroom eyes and lean muscles, he's the hottest prince around. And he's staring at me, with that Romeo-I-must-have-you look about him, which makes my knees go weak. Three hours in a small, confined space, is a long time. After I spill my guts and tell him everything, we do a lot more than talk. By the time I leave, he's turned me around. And there's no way I'm quitting. Not until I help him prove he's not the womanizing bad boy my boss thinks he is anyway. He says it will be fun, and I agree. But when the lines of our plan begin to blur, and it's hard to tell what's real from what isn't, I realize too late, what's fun to him might cost me my heart. My exposé has a name: it's Prince Julius Monaco. This is our story.
The last time I saw my brother's foe, he was getting punched in the nose for bedding my brother's girl-who wasn't really my brother's girl. Now he's on his knees, looking up at me, and I can't help but smile. When the sinfully sexy man says hello, I say hello back. It's the right thing to do after all. But when he asks me to take a ride with him, I know I should refuse. Fresh out of a messy breakup, I'm not looking for anything but fun. So when he tells me that fun is his middle name and where he's headed, I sign up for the ride. Besides, it isn't like I haven't heard all the rumors about him-that he's a legendary lover, gives the best orgasms of any girl's life, loves them and then leaves them-so I figure why not. What my brother doesn't know won't hurt him, and a rebound fling might be just what I need. It's what I don't know, though, that I should be worried about-that one kiss will give me butterflies, that two touches will set my blood on fire, that three nights will make me want him forever. Not forgetting that I'm not looking for more is difficult, but remembering he isn't a forever kind of guy might just break me. My brother's foe has a name-it's Prince Spencer Lexington-and this is our story.
All I want to do is get to work on time. But he's trying to steal my cab, and that's not going to happen. In the midst of the battle, I discover I don't have my wallet. So I bargain-a free ride for a kiss. His lips taste like mint, and when he tugs me closer, I can feel the hard muscles beneath his expensive suit. The kiss ends just as we reach our destination, and I'm so taken aback by the explosiveness of it, I rush out without so much as a goodbye. I'm a hopeless romantic with no time for distractions. But fate, that bitch, has us pounding on the same locked door. Already knowing I'm going to be fired, I curse my new boss and his new rules. The hot suit laughs and dares me to tell my new boss what a dick he's being. With nothing to lose, I accept. Never in a million years could I have imagined he is my new boss. Dating him is against the rules-his rules. Yet when he says let's keep things casual, I dare him not to fall in love with me. And so it begins. But there's a reason rules aren't meant to be broken, and finding that out is the hardest thing I'll ever do in life. My hot suit has a name: it's Prince Maximus Montgomery. And this is our story.
The tabloids are reporting that I've taken the crown and run. That's not entirely true. As you might have guessed, I'm not an ordinary girl, and I don't lead an ordinary life, but that doesn't mean I always follow the rules. This time, though, I feel compelled to obey...which means I have to find a king to sit alongside my throne or lose it all. With only the clothes on my back, I head to the land of majestic playboys, where a royal rebel strides right into my life with his sultry eyes and sinful lips and turns my world right-side up. The press is calling him washed up. I think he's anything but. Gorgeous, sexy, irresistible, and royally charming, he's just what I'm looking for. Everything is almost too perfect, too easy...except, as I come to find out, this hot-blooded royal rebel has an agenda of his own. That thing I said about easy? It turns out nothing ever is. My royal rebel has a name-it's Prince Adrien Laurent-and this is our story.
Turning 27. No problem. Inheriting my grandfather's winery. Been waiting all my life. Moving back to my hometown. I can handle it. Getting married to my old high-school sweetheart. Wait, what? We hate each other's guts. But I only have thirty days to turn my company around or lose it forever, so I don't have time to worry about that. Besides, she's days away from declaring bankruptcy, and merging is our only chance. There's a big problem though-only one winery can survive. Before we even entertain a little game of survival of the fittest, I have to put a ring on her finger. Easy. Right? Not so much. Paris Elizabeth Hollis Fairchild isn't interested in my plan, and it really pisses me off. Apparently, she doesn't know me as well as she thinks. Doesn't understand I've changed. Doesn't realize her rejection only spurs me on. Proving her wrong becomes my mission, a mission I won't fail. There's a thin line between love and hate...and she's about to find out just how fine it is. Paris was my first. And I'm going to make sure I'm her last. Just wait and see.
How to make a reluctant fiancée happy: Buy her a huge-ass diamond ring. Throw a balls-out engagement party. Make the wedding a quickie. Every girl dreams of getting married. Right? Not Paris Elizabeth Hollis Fairchild. And especially not to me. She says this party boy is anything but husband material. Cocky. Arrogant. Presumptuous. And even manipulative. Hey, those are all perfectly acceptable traits. When it turns out she doesn't have a choice, the arranged nuptials dear old granny insisted on go off without a hitch. But that doesn't mean we're riding off into the sunset anytime soon. With both of our failing wineries merging and a contract that states only one family business can survive, we're spending a lot of time negotiating. And not the kind I prefer. The truth is it's just a matter of who will come out on top-her or me? I wish I meant that literally. In the meantime, she demands separate bedrooms. I insist we break in our new bed. She says she hates me. I think it's love. She believes our marriage won't last. I know it will. She tells me not to bother popping the champagne. I disagree. In fact, I think it's time to get this party started.
There are three guaranteed ways to ruin a perfectly unstable marriage: 1. Tell your beautiful new bride she's the devil. 2. Tie one on, and don't come home. 3. Oh, and let's not forget, uncover family secrets that rock both of your worlds. I really need a rewind because now my temporary wife is pissed as hell and wants a quickie divorce. Wooing her is my plan. Sending flowers, writing love notes, and even serenading her are some of the sure-fire methods I've learned from watching her favorite romantic comedies. In all of those films, one grand gesture leads to the woman falling at her man's feet, cueing sappy music and epic make-up sex. Too bad my girl isn't following the script. Short of riding in on a white horse, I'm at a loss of how to win her back. Unless... Every girl dreams of a Prince Charming, right? Well, I can redefine myself, and turn this party boy into one. She insists it's impossible. I disagree.
The NFL is full of rulesÄîrules I've never broken, never challenged, never even scratched...until the day Lucas Carrington crashes into my life with his hard body and I-don't-give-a-f*ck attitude. After I almost injure my father's star player, I volunteer to make sure he's in top shape. At first, it's hell. I don't like his cockiness, his easy smile. I don't like the way he oozes sexÄîor how his penetrating eyes follow me everywhere. But that doesn't stop me from wanting him. He's meant to be a distractionÄîsomething to occupy my mind for these precious few remaining hot summer nights before I'm forced to leave football behind forever. I know what we're doing will lead nowhere good. I know we're crossing the line. And I know my father will never understand. But none of that matters. Even if it should. Rules aren't meant to be broken.
Jace Bennett is the kind of man youÄôll love forever. Tall, dark, and brooding, he makes your lashes flutter and your heart pound. It could be that slow, sexy smile or his filthy, dirty mouth. It could be the way he makes you feel like youÄôre the only one who matters. Or maybe it's because just one smoldering look makes you go weak in the knees. I haven't seen him since the day I walked away. And yet seeing him now, I can't deny I want him back. No matter how much time passes, heÄôll always be the hot college guy sitting on the counter at a frat house drinking a beer...the one I knew I wanted to marry before I said hello. But from what I can tell, to him, I'm just somebody he used to know. The thing that sucks about love is that thereÄôs never any going back. But somehow IÄôll have to learn to deal with that because, like it or not, I'm stuck with himÄîor, rather, he's stuck with me. You see I'm his new employeeÄîthe one he unknowingly hired to help save his companyÄîand this time I'm not going anywhere.
Everyone I know is married. It doesn't bother me. I like my life the way it is. But since I'm single, when my best friend and her husband finally decide to go on their dream honeymoon, she asks me to watch their three-year-old son, Max. Of course, I say yes. But what my best friend neglects to tell me is that I won't be babysitting alone. Thinking that Max might be too much for me to handle, her husband asks his only single friend, Nick, to help. Nick Carrington and I have met a couple of dozen times. I've never really given him a second thought-other than to say that he's kind of a jerk. Out loud. So he can hear. Sure, he's tall, dark, and handsome and has the best ass I've ever seen. But he always has to be the life of the party. He's arrogant. Imposing. Rich. And a playboy. And now I'm stuck with him...for two weeks! But what could possibly happen? It's not like we're going to fall in love or anything...right?
Charlotte Lane was the tomboy who lived next door. Eyes the color of the summer sky. Mounds of curly blond hair. A little bit of sassy and a whole lot of sweet. She was my best friend. My confidant. My salvation. But when circumstances tore us apart, it put more than just miles between us. I hated her. Blamed her for my worst nightmare. And I never wanted to see her again. Then one wrong turn brought her back into my life, and now she's under my skin. In the midst of all the chaos surrounding us, she's what's changing me. Practically bringing me to my knees. Driving me to want to be a better man. Our bond withstood the test of time, but when the future brings the unexpected, it will either draw us closer or tear us apart. Can we weather the storm? Contains mature themes.
A rough childhood branded Jasper Storm trouble. A bad boy. Not worth a damn. His love of cars was the only thing that could battle his delinquency. With the need for speed in his blood, he overcame his wayward ways. Mostly. All grown up, the broken city of Detroit hails him their shining star. And the man behind a new cutting-edge automobile is ready to turn this bankrupt town around.Everything he does in life is fast. He talks fast, f*cks fast, and drives fast. But when one reckless turn brings him face-to-face with the childhood he has tried very hard to forget, he finds himself on the edge of wondering if he shouldn't slow down. Charlotte Lane was the tomboy who lived next door. She was his best friend. He was her protector. Then tragedy struck and she disappeared, forever-or so he thought.Contains mature themes.
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