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Why am I holding a box of stolen memorabilia in my arms? It's called . . . revenge.

After failing my last semester of grad school, I decided to come back to my hometown and wallow in my boyfriend’s sympathetic arms. Instead, he proceeded to dump me . . . for being boring!

Now, I'm not typically a spiteful person, but there's only so much I can take. Hence why I’m holding the box of his most cherished possessions…stolen possessions no less!

The plan? To give the box back to its rightful owner and rat my ex out. How’s that for being boring?

But plans never go the way you want them, because instead of dropping off the box with a note, I’m pinned with the crime by the true owner of the box himself.

Hayes Farrow is grumpy, arrogant, and stupidly hot in a way that makes it hard to even look him in the eye. Not to mention he’s my brother’s nemesis so I fully intended to stay far far away from the gorgeous jerk.

But to add insult to the injury that has become my life as of late, Hayes gives me two options: turn me into the police and press full charges . . . or work it off. How could I possibly work for someone I can't stand? Easy, I don't look good in orange.

But working for Hayes isn't as horrible as I thought it would be. The way I hate him begins to turn into something else - something I never thought I'd feel. But the way my brother reacts when he finds out I’m working for his enemy? He’d prefer me in prison orange.

He proposed . . . and I said yes.
Normally a jovial occasion for a couple in love, but this proposal has a very different feel.
Because the man that I'll be calling my husband blew into town with one thing on his mind . . . to make my life a living nightmare.

So why did I say yes?

Well, because we both need something from each other.

Namely, I want the farm land he currently owns, and he needs a wife in order to inherit his family cabin in his grandfather’s will.

So as he so eloquently put it, my hand, for his land.

At first, I thought the idea was nuts.
Who really gets married out of convenience?
Apparently, I do.

And now we have to sell our relationship to the town. Meaning, we're holding hands, he's pinching my cheeks . . . upper and lower. We're even forced to share the one-bedroom guest house on the farm where his monstrous body is taking up a large percentage of the bed.

But we’re so persuasive about our farse, that now I’m starting to think he actually might like me. Especially when he grabs me by the wrist and teases the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Mine.”

Sometimes the wedding of the century calls for desperate measures.

And sometimes those desperate measures are to pretend the person you hate most is actually your boyfriend.

After years of working her tail off at her event-planning business, Maggie Mitchell is ready for a vacation. With nothing on her mind but R & R, she's enjoying the warm weather of Bora Bora when in saunters Brody McFadden, her brother's best friend and also her sworn enemy. Thanks to years of tension between the two―kicked off by a make-out session at her brother's wedding that ended horribly―Maggie has sworn to stay away from the man. That is, until she finds out he's in Bora Bora for his boss's daughter's wedding, hoping to use the trip to win a real future at the company.

Maggie promised herself she wouldn't even think of work on the island, but as word spreads about the "wedding of the century" taking place in the midst of her vacation, she realizes offering her services as a bridesmaid and planner could bring her business to the next level. The only catch? She needs to pose as Brody's girlfriend to get the job…while letting him stay in her peaceful bungalow.

Tensions rise, irritation flairs, and despite years' worth of bickering behind closed doors, Maggie can't quite squash the sparks building between her and her new fake boyfriend, especially when she learns the real reason their first kiss was cut short. But as the wedding day draws closer and everything starts to go wrong, it just might be Brody who sends Maggie's business crashing down―and her heart along with it.

Как начать встречаться с сестрой лучшего друга? Элементарно.
Шаг первый: Притвориться, что хочешь, чтобы она свела тебя с кем-то другим. Это сблизит вас.
Шаг второй: Сходить на свидание с множеством случайных женщин, продолжать надираться спиртным до беспамятства и болтать о сестре своего лучшего друга, набираясь смелости чтобы, наконец-то, сделать решающий ход.
Шаг третий: Ни с того ни с сего нарисоваться в ее квартире и признаться в своих чувствах. Женщинам же нравится подобное, верно?
Все казалось так просто. Беспроигрышная трехступенчатая стратегия, которая гарантирует, что любовь всей жизни втрескается в вас по уши.
По крайней мере, мой расчет был именно таким. Но попытки завоевать Джулию Уэстин в большинстве случаев возымели обратный эффект. Проблема в Джулии? Она умна, очень умна, и ее лукавый взгляд не скрыть за всем тем очарованием, которое я воспевал в ней. Джулию не интересуют флирт, подарки и мои истории. Возможно, она и хочет меня, но так просто не сдастся...

From USA Today bestselling author Meghan Quinn comes a forbidden romance about an Irish rebel who falls in love with the wrong girl.Dear Diary, I might have gotten myself into a wee bit of trouble—and I'm not talking about the "court mandated community service," or “therapy sessions from bashing a bloke in the head" kind of trouble. I wish it were that simple. Nope. I’m talking about the "falling in love with one of my client's daughters,” kind of trouble . . . The kind of problem I can’t talk my way out of when the truth gets out.How I ended up with her phone is a long story—and when she called to get it back, I took things a bit too far. One innocent exchange wound up leading to so much more.Fun, new, and totally immune to my charm, Sutton is different. And I had no idea she was the daughter of Foster Green. Blame it on the dark colored stout running through my veins, pushing me toward one bad decision after another. Pushing me toward her even though I know right from wrong; even though she's my client's daughter. Dating her might be the best or worst decision I've ever made. Only time, whiskey, and one more roll around the mattress with her will tell. Roark

"Will you do me the greatest honor of all time and be my bridegroom?” she asks, hope in her eyes . . . How did I get here? My assistant, bent on one knee, holding my hand, her expectant face waiting for an answer. Just . . . how? How did I go from being insulted by Charlee Cox to hiring her to be my assistant? How is it that she’s chaos in color - making me crazy and my life better at the same time? I never thought I would be staring down at her bright blue eyes begging me to go along with this ridiculous scheme I suggested. Yes, I suggested. Like the idiot I am, I thought hey, why not start an HR nightmare and have my assistant ask me to marry her? Confused? Don’t worry, so am I. But try to follow along, because this is how I became Boss Man Bridegroom.

Черт, ну я и идиот. Спорим, никогда не слышали подобное от мужчины?.. Да, меня зовут Пейси Лоус, я знаменитый хоккеист, мечта миллионов девчонок и… полный придурок. Вообще-то, конечно, я классный парень, только начинаю странно себя вести рядом с красивыми девушками. Ничего не могу с собой поделать. И когда эта сумасшедшая с забавным именем Винни ввалилась в наш с парнями дом посреди разбушевавшейся грозы, пародируя сцену из фильма ужасов, я потерял дар речи. Она оказалась невероятно привлекательной, забавной, находчивой и… бывшей моего сводного брата. Понравилась ли она мне с первого взгляда? Да. Решил ли я завоевать ее сердце?…

I knocked up my best friend's sister. Figured I would get straight to the point because how it happened is a mere snippet of the story I have to tell. The real meat and potatoes is what happened after. Let's start with how she decided to inform me and Pacey the news . . . together. Imagine that nightmare. I was going into what I thought was a hockey marketing meeting and then BAM! I'm going to be a dad and my best friend/teammate is attempting to imprint my face with his fist. It wasn't pretty. Threats were tossed around, friendships were revoked, and then I was marched up to her apartment, suitcases in hand, and forced to live with her so I could take care of her every need. Given how much I've pined for the girl, you would think that wouldn't be a hardship. Wrong. This is my one shot to win my teammate back. Pacey is the only family I've got, so hooking up with his sister isn't a mistake I can make twice . . . despite the fact that she's pregnant with my child. But with every mood swing, every pair of pants that doesn't fit right, and every late night run to find the perfect donut, I'm finding it harder and harder not to fall for my best friend's little sister. Especially when she kisses me...

Running into your ex is never ideal.
Running into your ex who is now dating your nemesis is a literal nightmare.

That’s how I found myself in a sheer panic, reaching for the closest guy at the bar and kissing him. And to my delight he was easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

The only problem is, when I tried to walk away after thanking him for his help, he stopped me with three life-changing words . . .“You owe me.”

That’s how I found myself, a college girl, in a fake relationship with a professional hockey player ten years older than me.

At first it was easy.
He helped me with my internship.
I helped keep his ex away from him.
We were becoming fast friends.

It wasn’t until he started staying the night at my dorm did the rules of our arrangement become complicated.

Now my feelings are involved and even though I kissed the right man at the right time, I’m worried he’s just waiting for the clock to run out.

Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year.

You’re probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn’t.

It was my teammates.

The moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over.

Don't wear a shirt around her.
Make her dinner.
Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye.

I'm so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me, that I lose control of the situation and make one huge mistake: I offer to be her fake date for a wedding so she can make her ex jealous.

That means, for one whole night I get a free pass with her. I get to hold her, dance with her, kiss her…stare at her from across the room like she’s my entire world because she has been for months now.

Her bosom heaved at an alarming rate as his rough hand found its way down to her soft, yet wiry briar patch...

Can you say briar patch in a romance novel? What about meat sword? That’s what it is…a meat sword, right, all meaty and sword like, slaying through the inner dungeons of a woman’s dark desires. What about breasts? Do bosoms really heave?

God, I have no idea what happens when private parts touch.

I’m a virgin trying to write a romance novel and can’t seem to write past a sex scene thanks to my lack of experience.

My two best friends encourage me to drop the pen for a while and gain some real life practice through multiple dating facets such as blind dates, online profiles, and random hookups.

But losing my virginity is proving to be tougher than expected…

It finally happened, I lost my virginity. Cue applause and cheers. For a while life was all rainbows and kittens prancing in a sky full of cotton candy clouds…that was until the demands of the real world set in. My best friend is getting married and she asked me to be her maid of honor. She’s not worried about flowers, or the dress, or the food at the venue. No, she’s worried about the bachelorette party, what kind of penis crown she will wear, and the nipple size of the stripper who will be attending. I’m in way over my head trying to balance life with a boyfriend, planning a penis party, and writing my romance novel. Something is…

Как вы познакомились? Типичный вопрос, который задают каждой паре. Я бродила по богатому району в Беверли-Хиллз в поисках кого-то, кто взял бы меня в жены. Это чтобы вызвать зависть у моей заклятой подруги, которая недавно меня уволила. Он шел мне навстречу, что-то бормоча под нос. И тут мы столкнулись! Скажу сразу: искры не было. Ни намека на вспыхнувшую любовь. Но люди в отчаянии совершают сумасшедшие поступки! Чтобы помочь друг другу, мы заключили сделку. И вот я стала его "беременной" невестой.

Дружу ли я с Джей Пи Кейн? Не смешите меня! Кроме того, он считает, что мужчины и женщины, работающие вместе, не могут дружить, так что можно с уверенностью сказать, что мы не друзья. Скорее, скрытые враги. Похоже, этот раздражающе громкий тип, до неприличия красивый, нашел себе развлечение - заводить меня по несколько раз на дню (во всех, между прочим, смыслах). Можете себе представить, как я была "счастлива", когда мне пришлось не только лететь с ним в Сан-Франциско по работе, но и остановиться в одном пентхаусе! Находиться двадцать четыре часа рядом и дышать одним воздухом! А еще Джей Пи взял привычку ходить по номеру с голым торсом…

Have you ever heard of a man-in-waiting?

Yeah, neither has my best friend's soon-to-be monster-in-law. Ooo, sorry, I meant mother-in-law. Nor has she heard of the term, what the bride wants, the bride gets.

With wedding planning underway and a short timeline, my best friend, Lia, has recruited me to help her battle the snarly beast that is Mrs. Beaver. Not scared at all, I accept the challenge as her man-in-waiting--aka, man of honor--and take matters into my own hands.

The only problem is, with every second we draw closer to the wedding, I'm starting to see my best girl in a different light.

She's always been beautiful to me, but now . . . I find myself staring a touch too long. My hand lingering for one more minute. And when she's upset? Allowing her to sleep in my bed.

And before I know what's happening, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm in love with my best friend. Not just in love, but infatuated.

No one compares to her and nothing seems to distract me from that realization.
Not the girl I try to date while I help plan Lia's wedding.
Not her angry fiancé who thinks I'm growing too close.
And not the looming deadline of her nuptials.

Which means, there's only one thing left for me to do. Prove to Lia I'm the one she should be with instead. But with the pressure of her engagement, the stress from her soon-to-be mother-in-law, and the breath-stealing nerves running through me, I'm finding it a lot harder to claim the girl than I would like to admit.

Say a little prayer for me . . .

Праздники навевают множество мыслей – длинные, зябкие вечера, когда ты уютно устраиваешься у камина, голые ступни подоткнуты под того, кого ты любишь. Некоторые признаки лета, когда твоя кожа разогрета больше, чем только от солнца. Стаканчик на ночь, после ужина Дня Благодарения, и ощущение гладкого, терпкого жжения виски, которое согревает твою грудь и оставляет тяжесть в конечностях. Или ленивые поцелуи и блуждающие руки под твоим самым лучшим платьем на романтическом свидании в День Всех Влюбленных. Но иногда бабуля напивается и отключается за столом, твой брат попадается, когда трется с кем-то под фейерверками, твои дети ловя мамочку, которая целует Санту (и не только в губы), твой особый подарок оказывается не в том подарочном пакете, козел крадет и нацепляет на себя твои новые, сексуальные трусики, а метание шаров приобретает совершенно новый смысл. Иными словами праздники могут быть волшебными, но временами, они становятся чертовски неловкими.

What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They're both ice cold, but one taste is never enough.

I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded man out there, I made up my mind.

I’d make my coworker fall for me.

I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.

Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.

The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter how bad the brain freeze.

I make my living as a hustler, and I'm great at it. I don’t have a single tell and I use that to my advantage to manipulate any situation. I’ve always known what a person is about to do before they’ve even decided. That is, until I met Penelope. I can’t get a read on her, and what’s worse, she doesn’t want anything to do with me. Which only makes me want her more. Now I’m in for the hardest hustle of my life. Somehow I have to convince her she belongs with me. Good thing I’m always up for a challenge.