SophiaUnexpectedly becoming an heiress should've made all my problems go away, but instead, I have three new, huge ones: two giant tortoises and a lean, mean two-hundred-pound hockey player named Mason. He's as hot as he is insufferable, and he would've made a fine Viking if he hadn't been born in the wrong century.He wants to buy my hockey team, won't take no for an answer, and is willing to do anything to get his way… no matter how dirty he has to play.

JunoWhen I'm late for a job interview and get stuck on an elevator with an annoyingly sexy, Ancient Rome-obsessed grump, the last thing I expect is for him to be the billionaire owner of the building. I also don't expect to almost kill him… accidentally, of course.Sure, I don't get the plant care position I applied for, but I do receive an interesting offer.Lucius needs to trick the public (and his grandma) into thinking he's in a relationship, and ...

A daredevil prince wants to pay me mega-bucks to train him to hold his breath underwater for ten minutes? Sign me up.Except I’m a magician, not a stunt consultant. My record-beating dive without air was a trick. Of course, I can’t tell that to my client, the royally hot Anatolio Cezaroff, a.k.a. Tigger. Not if I want to be able to pay my rent.Also, I’m not exactly comfortable around germs. All germs, including those lurking on uber-attractive men. So falling for my gorgeous...

What if the person destined to complete you… has the same name as you?MIT graduate Sawyer Baker has built walls around her heart as complex as her code. When a mistaken kiss with her brilliant, misanthropic colleague Sawyer Worthington threatens their positions at Octothorpe, they engineer the perfect solution: a marriage on paper only.Their arrangement is calculated, logical, and absolutely temporary—until proximity reveals what algorithms can’t predict: u...

He's a billionaire... and a rake.Yes, I know it's not the 1800s. I'm just a bit obsessed with historical romance, that's all. And books in general, which is why I'm on my way to interview for my dream job at the library when Adrian Westfield's sheep-like hound knocks me over and into the mud. So I'm late, dirty, and completely flub my interview—only to get the offer of my life.To win custody of his baby daughter, Adrian Westfield wants to make me his fake wife.

An overworked single mom from New York City. A billionaire surfer from Florida. Can the turn of the tide bring these two together?BrooklynAh, finally a vacation. My son is at summer camp. My worries are back in the city. Now I just get to sit back, relax, and... get into a heated argument with my Airbnb host? Speaking of heat, is the Florida sun getting to my head, or is it the drop-dead gorgeous man in front me?My friends did say I...

"Uplifting and lighthearted with sassy dialogue and delicious wit, this modern-day comedy will have you rolling around on the floor laughing. My top-of-the-list romcom for 2020!” - Charmaine Pauls, USA Today bestselling authorMy new assignment at work: test out toys. Yup, that kind.Well, technically, it’s to test the app that controls the toys remotely.One problem? The showgirl who’s supposed to test the hardware (as in, the actual toys) jo...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of facial hair must be in want of a shave. And tidying. And a fake date.My name is Holly Hyman. I love order and prime numbers—and I’m in trouble. The company I work for is pivoting, and not in a way I like. Our new management? Alex Chortsky, a gorgeous, scruffy Russian devil. Our new direction? VR entertainment of the spicy kind.Maybe I wouldn’t mind it so much if my life’s work wasn’t meant for childre...

I slept with my trainer. And as it turns out, I’m not the only one.Apparently, he sleeps with all his clients.So I block him—the last thing I need is another a-hole in my life. Especially one as irresistibly charming and handsome as Ashton Vancroft.The catch? Three years later, our best friends, Emma and Marcus, get engaged, and we are both forced to play nice at their destination wedding in Florida.Is he really the self-centered playboy I’ve made him out to...

My name is Blue—insert a mood-related joke here—and I’m a femme fatale in training. My goal is to join the CIA. Unfortunately, I have a tiny issue with birds, and the closest I’ve come to my dream is working for a government agency that’s disturbingly up-to-speed on everyone’s sexts, rants in private Facebook groups, and secret family chocolate-chip cookie recipes.I know I’m a spy cliché, that agent who works at a desk but craves fieldwork. However, I have a plan: I’m going to infi...

So, my Chihuahua humped a bear. Excuse me, a giant, bear-like dog.Now the bear’s scorching hot owner is on my case, demanding an STD test... for my pet.Another problem with this dog-on-dog molestation? The bear’s mysterious owner may be the key to funding my new venture and taking my toys company to the next level. And by “toys,” I mean the fun kind, the kind every woman (and man) needs.If only I could figure out what he’s hiding—or get my libido to behave. Because ...

CalliopeThanks to my needy pet rat, I’m banned from working at all Florida theme parks. So what’s a person to do? Get a job as a mascot for a local hockey team, of course.I didn’t expect to get pushed into a pool on my first day by the grouchiest, hottest player on the team. Nor could I have imagined that we’d get locked into an evacuated building together and share an angry kiss that would get caught on video. Or that said video would go viral, sending tic...