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From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Max Monroe comes a new standalone romantic comedy. Lola My name is Lola Sexton, and I'm a sex addict. Okay...that's a lie. Truth is, I'm a serial dater turned dating and relationship columnist for The San Francisco Times. My readers call me Sex. Sex Says. I love my job. I love my life. And I hate Reed Luca. Reed My name is Reed Luca, and I'm a liar. Ironically, that's the truth. I'm 31, and my occupation is...well, complicated. My favorite kind of woman comes in all shapes and sizes, but always has a big brain. I've never hated anything. Lola Sexton hates me. Luckily, it's a thin line between love and hate, and with my help, pretty Lola will only be able to straddle that line for so long.

My new boss has it all. In spades.Gorgeous green eyes? Check.Hard-and-sexy body? Check.Intelligence? Check.Success? A big fat billionaire... Check.Too bad I haven't started out on the best foot.My big mouth has already turned him against me, and tempting good looks and success aside, Trent Turner is no peach either. He's stubborn and thick-headed, and son of a fruitcake, he thinks he knows everything there is to know about the hotel business.With him running the development of the new Vanderturn New Orleans Hotel and me doing the design, our work relationship is far too intimate for two people who absolutely despise one another.But that's not all.See, he isn't just my billionaire boss from hell. He's my new neighbor, too.Same city.Same building.Same floor.Trent Turner is my billionaire boss next door.Holy moly, let's hope my career-and hormones-can survive.Disclaimer: If you generally love to suffer, hate fun of any kind, and are allergic to laughter, this book is not for you.

The bad news? Getting hit by a cab can officially get crossed off my bucket list. The worse news? While I've woken up from my coma, the man I'm in love with hasn't stirred from his. And the most terrible news of all? A pregnant woman is at his bedside, holding his hand, and saying that he's the father of her baby. Sammy Baker is a divorced, single mom trying to find her way again. With two boys and an absent ex-husband, she's got the world on her shoulders and Legos under her feet.Amid the chaos lives the dream of, one day, finding love again.Though, she didn't think that would land her smack-dab in the middle of two men.Will Sammy choose the successful businessman who doesn't hesitate to tell her he's interested? Or will she go for the eligible bachelor doctor with a constant influx of women vying for his attention?The smart choice and what the heart wants are two different things. And sometimes, fate has a way of making it so the choice isn't ours at all.

A Kline & Georgia (from the Billionaire Bad Boys Series) Valentine's Novella... My Georgie, Happy (very early) Valentine's Day, gorgeous. If there is one thing I'm certain of, it's beautiful, amazing you and the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life laying the world at your adorable feet. "I vow to spend the rest of our lives laughing, smiling, going on crazy adventures, and most importantly, loving each other through the good times and the bad..." When I said those words to you, while standing at the altar and professing my love and eternal commitment to you in front of God and our family and friends, I meant them. And that's exactly why, even though you think Valentine's Day holds some kind of curse over your pretty little head, I'm determined to find a way around it and spoil the heck out of you. Pack your bags, Georgie. Big-d*cked Brooks has a special, sexy, romantic adventure planned just for you. And he's even agreed to let the rest of my body come too. My heart is yours.Always, Kline ************************************************************************* Georgia, Your buddy Thatch here. Don't worry, honey. Your early Valentine's getaway planned by your usually swoony husband (WTF happened to you, Klinehole ) is going to be really special. I've made sure of it.;) -T ************************************************************************* Suggested Series Reading Order for the Billionaire Bad Boys Series: #1 Tapping the Billionaire#2 Tapping Her#3 Be My Billionaire Valentine#4 Banking the Billionaire#5 Banking Her#6 Scoring the Billionaire#7 Scoring Her#8 Mother Fluffer#9 Sleighed It

Have you ever seen a fireman who's so insanely sexy you'd actually consider DIY-ing a little at-home arson just so he'd show up at your front door? Dramatic, I know, but hear me out. Chiseled hot body, bright blue eyes, and the sexiest smile I've ever seen, the first time I saw Garrett Alexander in my exam room, it took everything inside me not to do something crazy like mount him during his yearly physical. Not only is he a total babe, but he's charming, hilarious, and the kind of single dad that would make your ovaries explode-the total freaking package. I know you're probably wondering, What in the heck are you waiting for, girl? Go get yourself a fireman! But, see, there's one teeny-tiny (read: huge) problem-if we got together, we'd have to keep our relationship a secret. I know. Who even am I? Some heroine in a freaking forbidden romance novel? Let me guess, now you're probably thinking...Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Don't do it, girl. Don't fall for the sexy, off-limits man. It's not worth it. Well, too late. I already went and did it. And I have a feeling this fire of ours is going to go up in a big, mushroom-cloud-worthy, ball of figurative smoke.

From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of TAPPING THE BILLIONAIRE comes a Billionaire Bad Boys Holiday Novella. Question: What would you do if every holiday you ever spent with your family ended in disaster? I'll tell you: you'd cry. I know, because each and every celebration with my family ends in chaos-and I've had more than my share of mental breakdowns because of it. But I'm done with the tears, the insanity-I refuse to take it anymore. This Christmas is going to be perfect. I'll put Thatch in a fluffing Santa Claus suit and have him tap dance to Jingle Bells, if I have to. I deserve Christmas smiles and that feel-good Christmas high I've been missing. My name is Georgia Brooks, and by Christmas night, my husband, my kids, and my closest friends will be thinking only one fluffing thing... She Sleighed It.

Going tit for tat with the man you hate is all fun and games until things get literal...and the jerk sees you naked. My beach getaway was only supposed to include three things: relaxation, wine, and fun in the sun.Mack Houston, on the other hand, should have never-ever-been involved.In no uncertain terms, he's the bane of my existence.The thorn in my side.The sexy Mr. Good-Time Guy who drives me up the wall and my work archnemesis for the past five years.He's the last person I want to get stuck anywhere with-it's bad enough that I have to see him every day at work-and yet, because of a booking error (or curse of the universe, as I like to call it), I'm stuck in the same vacation rental with him for an entire week.I'm going to end up in jail.Or worse, I might just give in to the insane urge to find out if his lips are really as kissable as they look.One way or the other, disaster feels imminent.

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you a sexy, laugh-out-loud new series. Are you ready to meet the Billionaire Bad Boys? Blind dates? Online dating profiles? Been there, done that. Georgia Cummings has zero luck with dating, and the era of the internet is not her friend. No matter how fast she runs, how many corners she turns, she can't find her way out of this weird, alternate universe where men think dick pics are a replacement for small talk and getting to know a girl. One more crotch selfie and she might write men off for good... But why can't she stop fantasizing about him? Kline Brooks is the quintessential billionaire bad boy-dark, styled, short hair, muscles for days, and a panty-dropping smile. Except-he isn't. As his employee, he won't touch her with a ten foot pole. But she won't touch him either. Too bad their hormones missed the memo. Disclaimer: If you're the type of woman who prefers crotch selfies to small talk, this book isn't for you. If you enjoy random men you've never met filling up your inbox with dirty words and porn-for reasons focused more towards diddling your donut than laughing at the absurdity-this book isn't for you. If you HATE laughing, this book isn't for you. If you want your male leads to grunt, thrust like jack rabbits, and have one-track minds that prefer a nice pair of tits to brains every hour of every day for the rest of forever, well, then, this book still isn't for you. But. If you enjoy a good swoon, a hearty laugh, witty banter, and some hot as f*@% f*@%ing, then consider Georgia Cummings your Girl Friday and Kline Brooks your next irresistible book boyfriend.

Relationship Status: I ended up in the ER after a first date gone horribly wrong, and the hottest, cockiest doctor on the planet had to give me stitches-the same man, dubbed Dr. Erotic by his superfans, who would make a once-in-a-lifetime story for my gossip column.Dr. Scott Shepard has women all over the country tuning in to watch him strut around on the popular reality show The Doctor Is In. And he is the kind of sexy, anti-relationship player that makes headlines.With a revolving door of women on his arm and nights off spent schmoozing around New York, I swear, the man is giving me more material than I know what to do with.And although he might not be too thrilled with my column focusing on him, I won't stop-not when I'm this close to making a name for myself on the pop culture side of investigative journalism.Nor will I fall for that charming, panty-dropping smile of his.When it comes to Dr. Erotic, I'm the one woman who's immune.

The Billionaire Book Club Questionnaire#1: Who is your least favorite character in the book?Me-Caplin Hawkins. I am an absolute idiot.#2: Who is your favorite character?Gorgeous, addictive, insanely challenging Ruby.She's smart, driven, self-confident, and so beautiful, she makes my chest ache.#3 What is your biggest takeaway from the story?Ruby Rockford and I are meant to be.I just have to prove it to her.For the entirety of my adult life, I've been content.Content in my single lifestyle, content in my stressful-but-extremely-successful job as the main corporate counsel for almost every Fortune 500 company in North America, and content in my playful, spontaneous ways.I had no idea it was possible for someone to change my mind.The endless women and work are no longer enough, and just as Ruby Rockford told me-it's about time I grow up.It's going to take a strategic attack from more than a couple brilliant minds to win her affection, but luckily, I know exactly where to find the right guys for the job...The Billionaire Book Club.It's safe to say that I, Caplin Hawkins, the man most women would call The Ultimate Player, have finally met my match, and man oh man, has my end game changed.I'm coming for you, Ruby.And soon, you'll be coming for me, too.

Question: What would you do if you lost your best friend's horse? Relax. This is purely hypothetical. But, seriously, what would you do? It's an easy Sunday at home while your wife's at work, and you look away for two minutes to make lunch for a couple of demanding toddlers. Somehow, by magical mist or advanced parkour, the monster is gone. Okay, fine. It's not hypothetical. The guy off of work is me, Thatcher Kelly, and the horse I lost is actually Kline's ginormous dog. But I still have his kids and demon cat, along with my own child and pig. I'm practically batting .667 at this point, and that's a pretty good average. Right? Or one short jump from the devil's number. Motherfluffer.

Never mix business with pleasure.Sound, easy-to-follow advice, until you find yourself fantasizing about your boss twenty-four hours a day.Dr. Will Cummings is the star of a medical reality show that's practically blown up overnight in popularity, and I'm the new nurse at his practice.Unfortunately for me, I'm also the nurse who made a completely awkward first impression by introducing myself while he was in the middle of a pap smear and ending the day by accidentally showing him my ta-tas.Yes, that's right. I gave my new boss a peep show. Gah.You'd think I'd have already put in my resignation and moved to Alaska, but no. I'm still here, getting to know just how much more Dr. Will is than a handsome face.He's funny, charming, and the kind of strong, successful man any woman would be lucky to land...including me.Especially me.I know he's off-limits, but when it comes to my fantasies, the hot doctor is in.

Raquel and Harrison sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.First comes love.Then comes marriage.Then comes a baby in the baby carriage. That's how her brother used to sing it when we were kids-a simple ploy to get under my skin and make me stick my fist in his face-but man oh man, did he get the order wrong. One night of "kissing" in New York catapulted us straight to the pregnancy portion of the song-surprise!-and now I have to figure out how to carry out the whole melody in reverse. A baby on the way first.Then love and marriage?It's complicated on its best day. But our situation is far more problematic than just a simple twist of nursery rhyme lyrics. Before our night together, Raquel Weaver was the best-known good girl in Hollywood-a twenty-nine-year-old innocent beauty whom the world adored and watched like a hawk. Obviously, the consequences of that kind of reputation don't just go away. Add in pregnancy hormones, the media, a fake fiancé, and a selfish manager, and you have the short list of my problems. As a thirty-four-year-old, successful CFO of a multibillion-dollar media conglomerate, I thought I would be able to handle anything show business could throw my way, but I'm starting to think I might be in over my head. Good thing I'm all in.Winning Hollywood's goodest girl is going to take everything I've got.

I'm Luciana Wright. Everyone calls me Lucky, but when it comes to love, I'm anything but. I have a long history of dating the wrong men. You know the ones I'm talking about. The beautiful, charming guys who are quite literally too good to be true. The ones who are impulsive in love and prefer short flings over long-term relationships. I'm talking about the jerks. The guys who taste so good, but are so very bad. After going through the most ridiculous breakup in the history of breakups, I thought I'd learned my lesson. I officially put myself into jerk rehab and committed to changing my ways. But, let's be real here, love is never that easy. Especially when an arrogant, charming, he-devil of a sexy alpha man gets involved. Aussie accent. Tanned skin. Muscular, surfer bod. Gorgeous brown eyes. And the kind of sexy smile that brings women to their knees. Oh, did I mention that he's also my best friend's brother? Yeah. This story, my story, it's a real doozy you guys. The day I stopped falling for jerks, I met Oliver Arsen-the biggest jerk of all.

Dear Internet: Am I a horrible person for wanting to sabotage my work assignment-completely wreck a dating contest-because I hate the idea of love?, I know it sounds bad, but just hear me out, okay?I (33F) work at a local paper, and two months ago, my editor assigned me a huge project-run the upcoming, highly anticipated Bachelor Anonymous contest.In essence, I'm supposed to help a reader-nominated bachelor find his special someone, and while I should be excited to handle something of this magnitude solo, I can't help but get queasy over how gross it feels.Like, how cheesy could this thing get?Not to mention, I'm the last person who should be involved in this-my dating and relationship history is a cluster. Generally, the person in charge of these things shouldn't fantasize about lighting the whole three-ring dating circus on fire.Anyway, men from all over Southern California, vying for the coveted bachelor role, submitted their personal ads to my paper. The readers voted, and Single Dad Seeks Juliet won by a landslide.Enter Mr. Bachelor Anonymous (40M), the single dad Romeo seeking his Juliet.Blah, blah, blah, right? Wrong.You guys-and I cannot stress this enough-this guy is the ultimate man in a six-foot-three, chiseled-muscle, freaking Adonis package with aquamarine eyes that would haunt the dreams of an insomniac.He's a former Navy SEAL, successful business owner, motocross-riding, charming, supportive, funny-as-heck single dad, and the more time I spend with him, the more I want to bring this contest thing crumbling to the ground for an entirely different reason.Real talk: I think I'm falling for him.Me, the woman who despises love, might be falling for the completely off-limits Bachelor who I'm ironically assigned to help find love, while five other women think they're the only contestants competing for his heart.So, Internet. Am I scum? Or is all fair in love and w

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you more from their sexy, laugh-out-loud new series. Can you ever get enough Billionaire Bad Boys? Uninhibited. Sarcastic. Confident. Beautiful. With a thriving photography career that allows her to travel all over the world and capture the hottest of men behind her camera lens, Cassie Phillips is the woman who can't be tamed. Adrenaline-junkie. Jokester. Billionaire. Hot-as-sin. At six-foot-five, with muscles for days, and that perfect playful smile, Thatcher Kelly is the kind of man you don't want to deny. Wild for wild. Prank for prank. The two most unlikely of people may be the only ones to see that some personality traits only run skin deep. Uncensored. Hilarious. And too damn hot to put into words. Grab a fan and get ready for one hell of a ride because when the opposite of opposites attract, things are bound to get a little messy. Suggested Series Reading order: #1 Tapping the Billionaire #1.5 Tapping Her #2 Banking the Billionaire And coming soon... #2.5 Banking Her (Available September 2016) #3 Scoring the Billionaire (Available October 2016) #3.5 Scoring Her (Available November 2016)

From New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Max Monroe comes a new, sexy, and exciting twist on a favorite fairytale. I'm Matt Hadder. I've been called ruthless, savage-even brutal-by the men and women who work for me. And I've earned my reputation. Wonderland Inc., a party planning organization for every major player in the world, is Oz, and I'm its Wizard. I can make anything-drugs, prostitutes, deals-appear for a night and disappear just as quickly. This doesn't make me good or bad-it makes me essential. Wonderland Inc. was my life, until a beautiful contradiction of innocence and impurity, obedience and rebelliousness named Alex Little stepped in and turned both of our worlds upside down. Welcome to Wonderland, Alex. A place where everything appears normal. But we're all mad.

Goal: Find a boyfriend, get married, buy a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, and pop out 2.5 kids.Deadline: Sixty days.That's possible, right?HAHAHA. *Faints*I'm kidding. Well, kind of. I mean, I'm not going to attempt a shotgun wedding or try to get knocked up by some guy I met on the internet, but there is no doubt that, this year, home for the holidays takes on a whole new, terrifying meaning. I have to travel from New York City-my home and safe haven for the last fifteen years-to my tiny hometown in Vermont for Christmas, my baby sister's wedding, and my high school reunion.Talk about a trifecta of single-doom. Throw in Callie Camden-aka my high school class's version of Regina George-and it's a recipe for certified disaster.Especially since my mouth ran away from me when she asked me if I'd be bringing someone to our reunion, and I told her to put me down for two. Gah. Now I can't go alone.But the online dating world is a cesspool of bad manners, speedy hookups, and outright weirdos.Handsome, single, successful-that's what I'm looking for.And it just so happens that my best friend Luke London fits all of the criteria.The only problem is best friends don't kiss...But maybe it doesn't count if it's pretend?

If my time with Ryan Miller were a hit track on the radio, I imagine the lyrics would go something like this... "We're so different, but they say opposites attract. Oops, I've fallen, and my heart doesn't want to come back." But, holy bingo night, is my attraction to the sexy, broody businessman so much more complicated than the chorus of a song. His dad lives right next to my mom, and after the two of them suffered an unexplained accident while taking down holiday decorations, both Ryan and I were forced to become the only thirtysomething residents of Sunny Creek Village Independent Senior Living Community. Temporarily moving in might seem like overkill for a fractured tailbone and a severely pulled groin muscle, but believe me, when your mom is as wild as mine and your dad is as cantankerous as Ryan's, they need supervision to ensure they stick to doctor's orders. Constantly thrown together by the antics of our crazy parents and the tough-as-nails community enforcer, Betty Matthews, Ryan and I formed an alliance for the sole purpose of survival. But I never expected to be so interested in finding out what he was hiding beneath his grumpy, serious demeanor. More than that, I never dreamed what I found would be the kind of man women sell their souls to the devil for. Unfortunately, our little one-hit wonder on the airwaves has more to say before it comes to an end. Although, finishing the outro to this song is a real doozy... Tell me...what lyric rhymes with Oops, I've fallen for my future stepbrother?

When one Rulebook closes... Thatch and Cassie have finally found their perfect balance of good and sweet, crazy and playful, and most importantly, hot and insatiable. But what happens when they're faced with a surprise neither of them plotted or schemed? While Cassie seems to be taking everything in stride, Thatch can't stop himself from worrying about every little thing revolving around the woman he loves. How does a man handle that kind of anxiety? Doing the only thing he can to ease his mind without pushing away the woman he loves, Thatch proves that once again, when it comes to him and Cass, you'll never see what's coming. Another Playbook begins... Wes Lancaster has always followed one guideline for play. He never gets involved with anyone working for his professional football team, the New York Mavericks. It hasn't been a hard rule to live by. Until Winnie Winslow, the new take-no-sh*t team physician. She's beautiful, intelligent-and has no problem taking control of every situation. She pisses him off. She turns him on. As tension builds and desire heightens, Wes finds himself wondering how much longer he'll be able to follow his gameplan.

Do people say they hate someone's guts so that they can still fall stupidly, head-over-heels in love with the other parts?Asking for a friend. Okay, fine. I'm not asking for a friend. I'm asking for me-and I'm begging you to tell me that the practice of falling in love with your should-be-enemy is common. Please tell me that I'm not the only person to track down a guy-who used to be Hollywood's baddest bad boy before he left LA for good-at his off-the-grid cabin in Alaska, show up unannounced, and find him gloriously naked. This probably happens all the time...right? Tell me I'm not alone in my stupidity-that I'm not the only woman who would fall for gorgeous blue eyes and a sexy devilish smirk, even if they belong to a broody, mysterious jerk. Please. Please. Please. Tell me I'm not alone in this. For the love of everything, I need all the supportive girl power I can get if I'm going to convince Luca Weaver to come back to Hollywood-otherwise known as the place he hates so much that he ghosted Oscar-level success and escaped to no-man's-land for the last eight years just to avoid it. Yeah, don't worry-that smoke you're smelling isn't your house catching fire as you read this...it's just my career and what was previously known as my heart going up in flames. Gah. Is it just me, or am I totally, completely, and utterly screwed?

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you more from their sexy, laugh-out-loud new series. Can you ever get enough Billionaire Bad Boys? Blissful in Bora Bora... Kline and Georgia Brooks are fresh off their wedding and ready to indulge in the honeymoon of a lifetime. Luxurious and private, their overwater bungalow in the South Pacific is the perfect backdrop for fun, sun, and enough sexiness to necessitate a dip in the clear water to cool down. But marriage means more, and Kline and Georgia may have to find a different way to handle the heat. Nowhere near normal in New York... Thatcher Kelly loves wild women, and Cassie Phillips is about as wild as they come. Put them together and they are a match made in chaos. Bound by cat-sitting responsibilities, Cass and Thatch have to find a way to right their mistakes-and wade through the dense cloud of sexual tension that seems to suffocate the room whenever they're together. Will they be able to resist? And more importantly, will Walter be okay? Suggested Series Reading order: #1 Tapping the Billionaire #1.5 Tapping Her #2 Banking the Billionaire (Available July 26th) And more to come...

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you the end of their sexy, laugh-out-loud Billionaire Bad Boys series. Two love-matches made. One to go. Even though two of his best friends have settled down, Wes Lancaster is determined not to get sucked into some siren's web. As owner of the professional football team the New York Mavericks and wildly successful BAD restaurant, his lifestyle is full as it is. Well, it was, until Winnie Winslow, the new, sexy, stiletto-wearing Team Physician trash-talks him in the locker room without batting an eye. Now he can't stop himself from wanting her. The only girl in her parents' brood of five, she's as outspoken as she is beautiful and the kind of woman who holds her own-and then some. Always competitive at heart, if he's going all in for love... Wes sure as hell wants a Win-Win. Prepare to get a little dirty because this one might go into overtime. Game. On. Suggested Series Reading order: #1 Tapping the Billionaire #1.5 Tapping Her #2 Banking the Billionaire #2.5 Banking Her #3 Scoring the Billionaire And coming soon... #3.5 Scoring Her

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four.She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime.Cause of death: a text message.Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time-or the cell phone. Whatever. We're talking code red, send a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming kind of texts.And I didn't just send them to some random person I'll never see again. No. That would be too easy. I sent them to Milo Ives.The man who played a starring role in all of my teenage fantasies-and my brother's lifelong best friend. And, boy oh boy, has he grown up. He's hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone handsome, crazy successful, and has more money in his bank account than my brain can fathom.Deflower me, please? I said. Yeah. Send help.

Players gonna play, but can a wild, untamable, alpha, billionaire player fall in love? Meet the most irresistible billionaire of all time in one sexy, steamy, downright hilarious, and binge-worthy romantic comedy collection (all for the price of one novella, too!) This collection includes the following three books: *Banking the Billionaire *Banking Her*And a BRAND-NEW novella, Crazy Fluffing Love Banking the Billionaire Uninhibited. Sarcastic. Confident. Beautiful.With a thriving photography career that allows her to travel all over the world and capture the hottest of men behind her camera lens, Cassie Phillips is the woman who can't be tamed. Adrenaline junkie. Jokester. Billionaire. Hot-as-sin.At six foot five, with muscles for days, and that perfect playful smile, Thatcher Kelly is the kind of man you don't want to deny. Wild for wild. Prank for prank. The two unlikeliest of people may be the only ones to see that some personality traits only run skin-deep. Banking HerThatch and Cassie have finally found their perfect balance of good and sweet, crazy and playful, and most importantly, hot and insatiable. But what happens when they're faced with a surprise neither of them plotted or schemed? While Cassie seems to be taking everything in stride, Thatch can't stop himself from worrying about every little thing revolving around the woman he loves. How does a man handle that kind of anxiety? Doing the only thing he can to ease his mind without pushing away the woman he loves, Thatch proves that, once again, when it comes to him and Cass, you'll never see what's coming. Crazy Fluffing LoveMISSING PERSONName: Thatcher KellyAge: Mid-thirtiesHeight: 6 foot 5 inchesWeight: A very sexy, lean, and muscular 250 poundsLast seen: Panama City Beach, FloridaImportant Note: This guy is a real good-looking motherfluffer. Look, I know this might seem a little over the top to already prepare for my face to be plastered all over Missing Persons flyers, but trust me, it's not. My pregnant wife Cassie-whose hormones are swinging like a fluffing pendulum-has decided that we need a honeymoon. Right the F now. She wants us to go on a celebratory "spring break," we-just-got-married vacation to none other than Panama City Beach, Florida. But the only problem is, it's not spring.It's not even summer. It's October, my crazy-hot wife is pregnant, and things are starting to get really fluffing weird. If you're reading this, send help and plan a really nice memorial for my very super, beloved, *ahem* male member, who, for the sake of public decency, shall remain nameless. I'm not entirely sure he's going to make it out alive.Note from Author: Every book in this collection ends in an HEA.

Theo Cruz, a New York man known for his family's billion-dollar empire, Cruz Enterprises, has been indicted this afternoon in the Court of Public Opinion on charges of Bro-Code Conspiracy. Chief counsel for the prosecution, Caplin Hawkins, spoke candidly about the accusation. "Once thought of as a best friend to many-including myself-Theo Cruz has officially turned his back on human decency. He's conniving and dishonest, and a habitual offender of Bro-Code Law 676. He'll rue the day he forgot that you never-under any circumstances-get involved with your best friend's little sister." Fact: I haven't actually been arrested or indicted.More important fact: I inadvertently messed up-big-time. Two strangers in a foreign country, we said hello.Hello turned into a kiss.A kiss turned into a rendezvous.And a rendezvous turned into more than I'd ever imagined.But her unruly golden curls and beautiful body hid an important detail-She's my mouthiest billionaire best friend's forbidden little sister. Fact: I knew not of my crimes.More important fact: I know now, but even though I know I'm playing with fire, there's no way I'm stopping. I can't leave her alone. Question: What do you do when you fall for your best friend's little sister?More important question: How long can you keep it a secret before it all goes up in flames? Disclaimer: The Billionaire's Forbidden Little Sister is a romantic comedy, NOT a taboo romance. We repeat: It is NOT about a billionaire canoodling with his own sister. However, if you find yourself wishing it were, we suggest switching around some names to make it so. We can't guarantee it won't be confusing at times, but who knows? It could be just what your doctor ordered.

Meet the swooniest billionaire of all time in one awesome and hilarious romantic comedy collection. This collection includes the following three books: *New York Times bestseller Tapping the Billionaire*Tapping Her*And a BRAND-NEW novella, Be My Billionaire Valentine This is the perfect indulgence for new and old readers alike! A favorite book boyfriend of all time, Kline Brooks sets a different kind of standard. If you're the type of woman that prefers crotch selfies to small talk, this hero isn't for you. If you HATE laughing, this hero isn't for you. If you want your male leads to grunt, thrust like jack rabbits, and have one-track minds that prefer a nice pair of t*ts to brains every hour of every day for the rest of forever, well...then, this hero still isn't for you. But. If you enjoy a good swoon, a hearty laugh, witty banter, some hot as f*@% f*@%ing, and an awesome HEA, then dive into this collection and never come up for air. Kline Brooks isn't the kind of man you regret.

My name is Oliver Arsen, but my mates call me Ollie. I live hard and love harder, and it's love that usually gets me in the most trouble. According to the greater population, I'm the ultimate jerk. My affection tends to be short-lived-a quality I've been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn't becoming-and the leaving part of loving and leaving has always come natural. At least, it used to. Until her. Luciana Wright. She's an American bombshell and my sister's best friend-a woman so wrong for me, it's written in the waves. And she's the reason we're all here. The reason I have to go back to explain how it all went wrong. To the day the jerk started falling.

Red flag: I'm crushing hard on a broody brain surgeon who keeps his emotions close to the vest.But hello, pot. Meet kettle. I'm the woman who, many years ago when I was young and naïve, left a man at the altar and hasn't been in a relationship since.Dr. Nick Raines is a brilliant neurosurgeon, hot as sin, and the newest doctor on the popular reality show The Doctor Is In, and I'm the woman who was tasked with stealing him away from his current hospital and convincing him to head up a brand-new facility aching to get his brilliance on their team.He declined their offer on account of staying in New York for his little girl, and truthfully, my contact with him as his headhunter should've ended there.But it didn't, and now I'm wading a little too far in the deep end of the adult-emotions pool with Dr. Silent-and-Broody.And if that weren't already problematic enough, the world is a little too small, and my horrible past decisions are about to cause one giant complication.Do two red flags cancel each other out? Or do they set you up for double the heartbreak?

"Roses are red, violets are blue, stay away from Andrew Watson's *ahem* because no other women ever do."That's quite the way to start a conversation at a casual lunch, huh? Grilled chicken, French fries, and pelvic-fatigue, oh my!And that's not even the worst of it.My friend Raquel didn't pull any punches when she warned me about my brand-new costar and his notoriously player-esque ways. Apparently, my most important mission on my first role in a feature film is to stay immune to his charms.Are you kidding me? Production costs on this movie are in the hundreds of thousands a day, and staying away from a panty-whispering, vajayjay-charmer is supposed to be at the top of my list? Pfft. Puh-lease.It doesn't matter that he's annoyingly attractive, uber rich, crazy famous, and lusted after by ninety percent of the female population; Andrew Watson is trouble with a capital T-especially for a woman like me.As a preventative measure, I've decided to go ahead and hate him.Don't worry, you guys, I'm completely in control. There's absolutely no way I'm going to do something stupid like fall in love with him.I can hate the player but still secretly love his addictive game.I'm sure of it.