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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.

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.

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.

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.

Order now and receive the stunning DELUXE FIRST PRINT RUN while supplies last―featuring gorgeous sprayed edges with stenciled artwork. This breathtaking collectible is only available as part of a LIMITED FIRST PRINT RUN in the US and Canada only, a must-have for any book lover. When grumpy, muscled-up artist Bennett Bishop bothers to speak, it's usually to say something you're not ready to hear.When he first speaks to Norah Ellis, a rambling runaway bride who hitchhikes a ride from him, it's to tell her to get out of his truck and walk because she's a pain in the a-s-s. By appearance, Norah Ellis is a fancy fashionista who's spent the last several years living the good life in the city--expensive apartments, highbrow events, and a fianc with wealth and good looks. The only problem is that she didn't choose any of it for herself. On the day of her July wedding, thanks to a letter from a stranger, Norah's world turns upside down. She runs for the hills of Vermont to start a new life, but what's waiting for her, between her estranged sister, the townspeople, and bad-boy Bennett Bishop himself, is way more than she bargained for. Enemies turn to lovers, strangers become friends, dark secrets bust open like cans of worms, and most of all...Summer will never be the same.

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.

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.

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 Fellow Bookworms, I need your help. I, Rachel Rose, am in quite the pickle with a hot-as-sin English Lit professor by the name of Ty Winslow, and I don't know how to get out of it.Let me break it down for you: Girl meets Guy.Girl gives Guy her underwear on a dare but nothing else identifying (like her name or number) because she plans to never see Guy again.But Girl does see Guy again, in a very professional setting, where she is to be the Teaching Assistant to his Professor for an entire semester.Girl would like to ignore all events of the past, but Guy is a whole list of tempting things that are hard to resist. (See below: )#1: Insanely attractive.#2: The most fun a girl could ever have.#3: Successful and intelligent.#4: He can quote Walt Whitman at the drop of a hat-which I'm sure you know is a dangerous thing for a literature-lover.#5: Smooth with a capital S. He could charm the panties off a woman WITHOUT the help of a dare. And now, Mr. Hot Professor, the man I'm determined to resist, is challenging me to a competition-a playful, secret game, so to speak-where the winner takes all.My plan? Play the game long enough to win-long enough to walk away with the upper hand-without doing something stupid like falling in love.It's possible...right?If you have any advice, please reach out to me soon-before it's too late.XOXO, Rachel