Penelope Bloom

A Grumpy Single Dad Romance All I ever wanted was the perfect happily ever after. All he ever wanted was to ruin my freaking life. Okay, that’s a smidge dramatic, but hear me out. My new neighbor might as well plant an “unavailable” sign in his front yard. He’s got biceps made for pulling swooning maidens out of danger, eyes built for melting glaciers (and panties), and a smile that makes my knees want to buckle. But he’s grumpy, stubborn, divorced with two kids, and he’s only in town for three months. It’s pretty obvious I need to stay far, far away. But then he kisses me. First, I see stars. Then I see babies with steely blue eyes and chiseled jawlines. I see white-picket fences and just maybe that happily ever after I always dreamed of. He says the best he can do is three months of casual fun. No feelings. No attachments. Then he’ll move on, and so should I. Remember the part about him ruining my life? Yeah, I didn’t even get to it yet. That all started with a bet.

You know that instinct to run when something bad is coming?Yeah. I apparently missed out on that one.Because Damon Rose came, and instead of running, I got pregnant.DamonYes. I remember Chelsea Cross.I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me.Proving her wrong was… enjoyable.With hair I wanted to fist. A mouth that only stopped when I kissed it. A body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim.And now she wants a job.A smart man would say “no”.Or, I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago.She can’t even begin to handle me.Author’s Buckle up for the ultimate grumpy boss in this steamy, workplace romantic comedy with a sassy heroine and a stubborn grump who wants to ruin her day.

My grandfather left me his business with one insane condition:I need a wife and two kids. Too bad I’m a divorced single dad.Cue my ex-wife’s best friend moving in next door.And then mix in a few bad decisions. What do you get? A complicated, sexy mess.SANDRAThe list of reasons I should stay away from my neighbor is about as long as his… wrench. He’s a dirty mechanic, he’s a single dad, and he can’t seem to keep his shirt on for more than five minutes. Did I mention his ex wife is my best friend? Yeah. Reid Riggins is absolutely, one hundred percent, the last person in the world I should get involved with. Even if he is heart-stoppingly gorgeous with strong, powerful hands that could rip my clothes off with ease. Not that I’ve imagined that, of course.The point is I don’t want anything to do with him. He can stay in his stupid garage with his stupidly cute son and hit things with wrenches all day. He can keep on wearing those blue jeans that fit him just right for all I care.Except I may have told a white lie to my eccentric, rich parents. I may have told them I’m engaged to a wealthy businessman, and now they want to meet my fake fiance. Unfortunately, Reid might be the only guy who’s willing to play along. No problem. It’s just for a few days. Just to get them off my back. What could go wrong?**This is a full-length, standalone fake marriage romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and as always, Happily Ever After guaranteed.

How’d I meet her? Well, a gentleman never brags, Thankfully, I’m no gentleman. First, I paid for her cherry (pie, but that’s not the point), Next, I deflowered her. After that? I left my business card and walked out like I owned the place. Yeah, you could say we hit it off. Hailey How did I meet William? He walked into my bakery, bought a cherry pie, stole a vase of flowers—I still have no idea what he wanted with them—and left his business card. Before I say what I did with the business card, I should clarify William couldn’t have walked into my life at a worse time. My bakery was failing. My creepy ex refused to leave me alone. Oh, and I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, a fact my friends refused to stop hassling me about. Fixing my little virginity problem with William would be like swatting a fly with a hammer. Overkill, but the best kind. William was stupid hot, the kind of hot that makes women do stupid things. The kind of hot that made me think crazy things. Like thinking the fly wouldn’t even mind getting hammered by William and his washboard abs. That makes two of us. So I called him. Maybe it was against my better judgment. Maybe I was stepping into a disaster waiting to happen. I knew I was in trouble when he chuckled in that deep, sexy voice of his over the phone and said, “I’m still craving your cherry. Do you deliver?”

Having a hot boss isn’t complicated or confusing at all,Said no one ever…But all I have to do is resist for a few months.Come January, I’m flying to Paris to chase my dream of being an artist,Too bad I can’t have my treat and eat it, too.I forgot to mention… My hot boss was also my high school crush. Sort of. First, I wanted to crush him with gooey affection.In the end, I just plain wanted to crush him. Now he’s back, and he might as well have “do not touch” printed on his chest.One tiny would it count if I didn’t use my hands?Let me answer my own question. Yes, Emily, you raging horndog, it counts. Besides, my dream is practically waiting for me like a perfectly wrapped, shiny little package if I can just behave. I’d be an absolute idiot to risk that, and I have a long, proud history of not being an idiot to protect. Unless it’s kind of like when you do really well in class all semester so you can afford to flunk a test at the end. Three months is a long time, and if he’s the one giving me the big, fat, dirty “F”, it does add a little dose of temptation to the equation.But all I have to do is one quick job for him. A few posters and a few props for a big Halloween party that he’s hosting. Then I just walk away from his dreamboat eyes and perfect body, grab a plane, and forget about all the beautiful children we could’ve squeezed inside our white picket fence.

My new boss likes rules, but there's one nobody dares to break... No touching his banana. Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict. Of course, I touched it. If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth. I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed. I know. Bad, bad, girl. Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression. I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing. Nope. None of the above, thank you very much. This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. Cue the James Bond music. I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson. Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour. Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me. Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.

Getting kidnapped isn’t so bad. At least, it’s not when your captor is a billionaire with a huge… heart. He saved me from my abusive ex-boyfriend when I couldn’t get away. Now he owns me, and he wants to get engaged. The only problem is, my ex isn’t letting me go so easily. Dean Sharp is a breathtakingly gorgeous, arrogant, and an asshole. At least that’s my first impression when he knocks out my abusive boyfriend. When we get home, I know my boyfriend’s going to make me pay for what Dean did. But Dean Sharp isn’t done meddling in my life. Not even close. He grabs me from outside my motel, throws me in his car, and says I’m his hostage. He doesn’t want money, though. What he does want is the last thing I would’ve ever expected. He wants me to pretend to be his fiancee so his daughter and brothers don’t suspect anything. And he says he won’t let me go until he’s sure I’ll never go back to my abusive boyfriend. The thought of crossing my boyfriend terrifies me, and I’ve spent the last two years trying not to even think of what he’d do if I left. He owns me. At least he did until Dean Sharp stepped into my world. He saved me from my abusive relationship, and now he wants to give me something even an enormous diamond ring. How can a girl say no to that? **This is a full-length, standalone fake marriage romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and as always, Happily Ever After guaranteed.**

I threw a paper airplane love note from my window. First mistake. I aimed it at a gorgeous stranger and put my address on it. Second mistake. Yep. You guessed it. I missed and hit a werewolf instead. Best thing that ever happened to me? Next thing I knew, a large angrily attractive werewolf man was trying to get in my apartment. I introduced him to my baseball bat and figured that was the end of things. Or not. Because my well-meaning sister became a vampire to cure my immune disorder. Long story. In the process, she got a deadly team of fang bangers to hunt us for breaking their rules. Longer story. A+ for good intentions and a D- for execution, if you ask me. Re-enter Mr. Grumpy and Growly werewolf. He’s going to be my bodyguard slash kidnapper, whether I like it or not. Apparently, he’s the only thing standing between me and certain death. Swoon, right? Of course, he hates all things vampire. A.K.A. he will take me from undead to dead-dead if he figures out what I’m becoming. Thankfully, he has completely underestimated my ability to woo him with my adorable innocence, cheery disposition, and extreme powers of modesty. As long as the feelings stay one-sided, I’ll be fine. Because giving your heart to a guy who is probably going to try to murder you is a recipe for disaster. And come on. When was the last time I made a catastrophic, life-threatening mistake?

I’m wrong for her in all the right ways. Everyone in the city knows who I am: Vincent Citrione, top capo of the most powerful crime family in the city. If you’ve got two brain cells to rub together, you’re scared sh*tless of me. If you’re a beautiful woman, I may have given you the hardest, dirtiest f*ck of your life before showing you the door. Commitments? F*ck ‘em. At least, that was my motto until I caught her snooping in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wanted her to be like all the rest. I wanted to forget her. But she’s not like the others. She thinks she can say no to me and get away with it. She thinks she can walk away after what she’s seen. But one taste and I know she’s going to be mine. I don’t care what it takes. Even if I have to kill to keep her safe. I get what I want. And I want her.

He was practically a god to them, and I was nothing. They saw me as the scarred, broken girl who had run from tragedy. And he thinks he can break me. Torment me. Claim me. He says he'll steal my heart, whether I like it or not. But my heart can only be given. And he'll have to earn every piece of it. Fire is a funny thing. It can destroy, but those few things that survive it come out stronger. They're hardened. Unbreakable. I survived. I carried on, even when it felt like there was nothing to live for. Then we moved back to Silver Falls. Just when I finally started to piece my life back together, he happened. He's all dark lines and rigid muscle. Heart breakingly gorgeous with a dirty reputation. He's the star runningback of Parker High's football team, and his family has enough money to buy the entire town. Cassian Stone. The boy I used to chase fireflies with. The boy who came home with scuffed knuckles and broken lips because he got in fights for me. The fire hardened my backbone. It taught me not to bow to any one or anything. To be resilient. For Cassian, all the fire did was harden the walls around his heart. It made him cold and savage. He wants my heart for a prize, but all I want is to free his from its cage.

For some reason, my new boss has it out to get me. Innocent little me? I'm just a petite, talented, darling little thorn in his side. Okay, my words, not his. But he can't fire me unless I quit—long story. The joke's on him, because I couldn't even quit chewing gum, let alone my dream job. So I thought I had it handled. I could survive the new boss, along with his icy dreamboat eyes and buns of steel (how he got a stick so far up a rear that tight remains a mystery). I could even endure sharing an office with heartless Mr. Heartthrob. Easy. Ish. But then I drunkenly made the challenge that changed everything. I told him I could make an interview with an arrogant jerk like him sell. His answer? Prove it. If I fail, he gets what he wants and I quit. If I succeed, he backs off for good. Even if I'm seeing there's more to him with each interview, the plan is still simple. Nail the story, keep hating the boss, and finally get him off my back. At least it seemed simple until we were eating cheap takeout pizza and watching rom-coms together in his bed. What was that plan again? Write the story, nail the boss, then he gets me on my back? Full-length enemies-to-lovers office romance with laugh-out-loud slow-burn goodness. The bosshole to end all bossholes can't afford to fall for his smart-mouthed, strong-willed employee, but fate has other plans.

From USA Today bestselling author of His Banana comes a brand new romantic comedy about a recklessly charming billionaire in need of a fake girlfriend. What do you do when you find out your boyfriend cheated? Throw up on a gorgeous stranger. Obviously. Rock bottom, nice to meet you. Dean Slater–the guy wearing my breakfast–got cheated on, too. And we have a perfectly stupid plan to make sure it never happens again. If everyone thinks we’re together, we can both stay off the market. No matchmaking friends and family. No more messy breakups. We’ll keep things long distance, never be in the same room, and it’ll be smooth sailing. Except there’s a catch. We’re both invited to my sister’s wedding. Oh, don’t worry, it gets worse. My sister’s wedding to my boss. The wedding my whole family is invited to. And guess who else is invited? My new fake boyfriend everybody is thrilled to finally meet in the flesh. To survive, we’re going to have to fake it harder than either of us planned. Messy “fake” kisses, a shared hotel room with a see-through shower door, one painfully memorable couple’s game later, and things are way past complicated. Real feelings collide with old promises. Our big messy lie threatens to unravel my sister’s perfect weekend. And that vow I made to never date again? If it could wear boots, it would be shaking in them. Opposites collide in this hilarious romp of an enemies-to-lovers rom-com. Watch and swoon as the charming playboy slowly realizes his unlikely fake girlfriend may be the perfect match.

My billionaire boss needs me to do something absolutely crazy. He wants me to pretend we’re engaged. But I can’t say no, or he’ll lose his daughter and I’ll lose my job. Fine then. I’ll wear his stupid ring. I’ll be the perfect fiancée for one month. There’s only one problem. I don’t want to stop pretending. Housekeeper for a stunningly handsome, male-model billionaire? Yep, that’s my job and it’s as dreamy as it sounds. I get to live in his ridiculously huge mansion, and all I have to do is take care of his mom and daughter, who are practically family. To top it off, the notoriously bossy Mr. King has been away for business since I started. But he came home today. Liam King looks like he stepped out of a GQ magazine, and the way he undresses me with his eyes should be illegal. He ignites my body. Every part of it. But It doesn’t matter how tempting he is. I can’t have him. I can’t risk my job. Even if a guy like him was actually interested in a twenty-two year old virgin like me, I can’t give in. I’ve been in enough relationships to know how they all disaster. And if I lose my job, I lose the closest thing to a family I’ve had since my mother passed. But a fake engagement doesn't really count as a relationship… Right? **This is a full-length, standalone fake marriage romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and as always, Happily Ever After guaranteed. **

USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom brings a brand new enemies-to-lovers romance where two total opposites fight to deny their perfect chemistry. Sebastian St. James needed an ego check in the worst way. So I gave him the tongue lashing to end all tongue lashings. But he liked it. Before I knew it, my dress was up to my ears. He apparently had a tongue lashing of his own to give. Mission gloriously failed, if you asked me. We both agreed to part ways like adults. No strings, no attachments. Except I couldn’t stand that he’d been able to walk away so easily. So I handled my disappointment like the totally reasonable woman I am. I attended one of his book signings and threw coffee in his face. Then I face-planted over a fence trying to outrun his security. Before I knew it, I was recovering in Sebastian’s mansion. Then he offered me a job watching his cat and staying in his house. I wish I could say I stared into his dreamy eyes and told him to bite me. But I needed the job more than I wanted to admit. So now I’m bunked with an obnoxiously attractive roommate. A roommate I somehow want to strangle and straddle at the same time. But there's nothing to worry about. He "doesn't do relationships." Nope. All he does is brood, glower, and boss me around. But just like everything else in my life, it gets messier. I'm pregnant. Who's the father, you ask? I'll give you a hint. The baby's probably going to come out with cute little horns and a pitchfork. A full-length enemies-to-lovers, secret baby romance loaded with laugh-out-loud moments, unapologetic wit, and a lovable heroine who would look the devil in the eyes and make him say "please". Will she drag the jaded millionaire kicking and grumbling to his happily ever after?

A runaway bride crashing in my guesthouse is the last thing I need. I already had perfectly good holiday plans, like glaring at walls and staring moodily into distant horizons because my hockey season is officially down the drain. And she’s as off-limits as it gets, but she has no car, no money, no job, and no place to stay. So I’ll let her crash with me for the holidays. With my teammates and her brother already over for the holidays, I'm sure we'll barely notice her. After all, how much trouble can one relentlessly cheerful little woman cause? Plenty. Usually, I'm the last guy on the team women try to warm up to, but she's not put off by my icy moods. I’ll wind up bending one rule after another because I can’t seem to say “no” to her. Taking her shopping for new underwear (don’t ask). Doting on her like a lovesick puppy when she twists her ankle. Sharing steamy glances when my teammates and her brother aren’t looking… My teammates can't know how much she tempts me. Her brother certainly can't know the things I'm imagining doing to her. We’ll both keep pretending we’re just having fun, even when she winds up sharing my bed in secret. We both agree it’s harmless. Just casual. But when her old life comes calling, will I keep pretending, or will I put it all on the line?

There are a few things you absolutely don’t do in Adrian Terranova’s world. You don’t question him. You don’t challenge him. You don’t call him by his first name. You definitely don’t contradict him in front of his entire staff. Unless you’re me, apparently. I’d love to say I stood up to the bosshole from hell and walked away unscathed, but that’d be a lie. First he got me fired from the job I couldn’t afford to lose. Then he made sure the only position in the city I could get was working as his personal assistant. He runs his office with iron buns and icy glares. Every day is cloudy with a chance of grumpy. Every moment is a test he expects me to fail, but I’ll happily disappoint him. They say he’s impossible to please? That he never smiles? Well, I don’t run from challenges. I run into them. And then I make them attend office glitter parties with hot dogs. Sometimes I also get scared on company flights and crash face first in my boss’ lap during turbulence. Or there was the time I wound up half-naked in his hotel room… But I know one thing for certain. No matter how many times I have to look at his obnoxiously attractive, insufferably arrogant rear end, I won’t break. I won’t even bend. Adrian: I won’t break her, but she’s absolutely going to bend. Over my desk, I think. Or maybe the couch in reception?

Something is very wrong with my downstairs neighbor. For starters? She appears completely immune to my charms. It's odd... Downright suspicious. But beneath those frowns and pantsuits, I know she feels the connection, too. Why else would she keep filing noise complaints against me? It’s like a cry for help. A demand for me to show up at her door… One look in her barren apartment and I know her job is her life. The last male to see her bedroom probably had a tail and whiskers. I can see she needs my skills. Badly. I happen to have a talent for people — fixing them, persuading them... pleasing them. Except my past rears its ugly head at the worst time. Instead of dating my neighbor, now I’m roped into working with her. But what’s more romantic than a forbidden office fling? I’ll find a way to solve my secret little issue and make time for my new office mate. On the clock, off the clock, on her desk, on my desk… But first, she needs to agree to go on a date with me. I think her exact words were “absolutely no way.” No way? There’s always a way. There's blackmail, bribery, buckets of charm… Maybe all three?

My darkest secret? I let a stranger dominate me in the most intimate way possible. He gave me three things that night: His first name, the sweet taste of submission, and his baby. Now my Dom is back and this time he won’t stop until I’m his. Kylie One wild and reckless night changed my life three years ago. I got a taste of what it meant to be with a real man--how just a whisper could ignite my desire, and his commanding voice could have me kneeling at his feet in submission. He was my everything and I only knew him for a few hours. But like everything good in my life, it went up in flames. When I learned the truth about him, I ran as fast as I could. I’d like to think I would’ve stayed if I knew about the baby… but I doubt even that would’ve stopped me, not after what I learned. Damian It has been three years since she got away. Three f*cking years. I knew she was mine from the moment I saw her. I had to have her. To touch her. For one night, I owned her submission and she loved every second. I finally found her again. There’s not a chance in hell she’s going to slip away this time. Not again. Not ever. I’m going to bring her into my world. I’ll give her everything she wants and all the things she didn’t even know she needs. She’ll be crying out my name. She’ll be dreaming of spankings, handcuffs, and blindfolds. I’m going to dominate her in every way imaginable. Mind, body, and soul. Especially her body. But it’s not going to be as simple as I thought because she has a son now… my son. **As always, this is a totally SAFE, full length book with a happily ever after, no cheating, and plenty of steam. Bonus content included.**

From USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom comes the first novel in the romantic, sexy, and hilarious Anyone But… series.Seven years ago, my best friends and I made a promise: No matter what, we would never date one of the King brothers. Even if they grew up to become megafamous, gorgeous, heart-stopping billionaires. Even if they crawled on their knees and begged for forgiveness.But guess who just flew back into our lives in a private jet? And guess who just showed up to my job on my first day? Richard. King. Fortunately, it takes two seconds for Richard to reveal he hasn’t changed. Conceited. Cocky. Rude. Unfortunately, he’s also the kind of gorgeous that’s borderline offensive—with a jawline to make statues self-conscious and a grin that short-circuits my brain.He’s spent years taking what he wants. I doubt he’s hungry for anything else—except me, apparently. There’s no way I’ll let him maneuver his way back into my life. My friends would never forgive me. I would never forgive me. But did I mention his jawline?

The second novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom’s Anyone But… series turns up the heat and hilarity with a story about second chances and promises worth breaking. After Cade King cost me everything, I vowed I’d never fall for him again—even if he became rich and megafamous. Now he’s back, and he’s still the embodiment of a big, shiny red button. Everybody knows you shouldn’t touch red buttons, but it’s so, so hard to resist. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it a little when I arrested him for disorderly conduct. Unfortunately, I think Cade liked it a little too. So when he asks for my help raising the son he just found out about, I know exactly what to “No, you stupidly sexy red button. I won’t touch you, even to help a cute little kid.” You’re damn right that’s what I said. Mostly. Still, Cade doesn’t know the first thing about commitment. He lives completely in the moment. I’d need to have a recurring case of amnesia to believe he could change, even for his son. Or me.

The third novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom’s Anyone But… series sizzles with a sexy and hilarious story about letting go of the past to chase the love of a lifetime.Seven years ago, I swore I’d never date Nick King. Ever.Now I’m supposed to work under him—and no, despite the way he glares like he wants to strip me bare, I mean he’ll be my boss. But what better way to prove I’m really over him, right?I was a nerdy overachiever in high school, and Nick was my hopeless crush. I even laminated a note he passed to me; granted, I had a thing for laminators, but that’s beside the point.Now, my only shot at getting my life back on track is to crawl to him on my knees and pray I nail the interview. Maybe I should pray that’s the only thing that gets nailed in his office—especially since he looks like he wants to devour me.Nick broke my heart once. But hey, I’m still pretty handy with a laminator. Maybe I could run my heart through one before I take this job.

The first rule about a casual hookup is to have an exit plan. No strings. No attachments. Get in, get out—euphemism intended. The lesser known second rule? Make sure your casual hookup isn’t about to become your wedding planner. Yeah. Long story. The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner. Now the wedding planner thinks I’m the world’s biggest bastard. She thinks I’m in love with the woman I’m supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesn’t know the truth. She’s got no idea she’s going to fall for me by the time this thing is over. She’s got no idea our little hookup wasn’t meaningless. Not to me, at least. And worst? She thinks she’s safe around me. She thinks I’m off the market, that there can’t be a repeat because there’s someone else. There’s nobody else. Just her. And ever since the first taste, I knew she was all there’d ever be. Author’s Note: Don’t run away from the ultimate playboy. He’s ready to fake marry you so hard . She’s sweet and sassy, he’s over the top in everything. They’re a match made in fake marriage history.

“Pretend you’re my boyfriend. Please.” She’s a stranger. Big blue eyes. Innocent. Way too pure for my dirty hands. I should tell her to run. I’m bad news. The worst kind. But I’ve never made a habit of doing the right thing. I kiss her because I want her. I want those cherry lips tangled up with mine. I want to claim her. Own her. I want her to learn that she doesn’t make the rules. She doesn’t get to decide what’s pretend and what’s real. I do. But she’ll have plenty of time to learn to obey me. To surrender. I’ll enjoy every pleasure-soaked minute of teaching her. But she has no idea who I am. I’m Angelo Luciani. Head of the Luciani crime family. It turns out I’m not the only one with a secret. She’s the daughter of my most bitter rival: Rosiano Torretti. They say nothing can come between a man and his daughter. But they’re wrong, I did one better... I knocked her up. *As always, this is a totally SAFE, full-length book with a happily ever after, no cheating, and plenty of steam.*

He keeps himself hidden away from the world in his fancy office. He’s a grumpy caveman in a suit. If you do see him, you don’t make eye contact. You don’t get in his way. You definitely don’t cross him. And whatever you do, absolutely do not start to fall for him. Whoopsie. Mr. Untouchable just made the mistake of hiring Ms. Not So Good At Following Rules (that’s me). Maybe I should rewind a bit here. just got finished fleeing the ruins of my former life. I picked up everything I owned, drove across the country, and immediately applied for the only job I could find. So, yeah, I need this. I need it badly enough that I’m not going to let some grouchy caveman in a suit scare me off. If I was going to run, it definitely would've been the moment he whipped out an N.D.A. and said the job he’s really hiring me for has nothing to do with being his secretary. But curiosity only kills cats, right? If I want to keep this job, it’s going to mean getting tangled up with his secrets and all the danger that comes along with them. It’s going to mean working too close for comfort with the giant question mark that is my new boss. He’s convinced I won’t last, but I’m going to enjoy proving him wrong. He thinks I’ll run from the challenge, but he has no idea. And he better not think I’ll fall for him in the process, because there’s no chance. Christian: I don’t want her to fall for me, I just want to bring her to her knees.

A Sucky Vampire Romantic Comedy I don’t usually fang and tell, but she earned an exception. The hapless woman who accidentally released me. The one who nearly got herself killed mere hours later. So I saved her, but my help came with a price. The only way to save her life was to bond her–to link us so powerfully we’d have to spend every waking hour together for the next few weeks. I was ready for the bond, but I wasn’t ready for her. Her impossible to crush perky outlook. Her big eyes that never seem to dim, no matter how far into my blackened soul they saw. I thought I’d lost the ability to care centuries ago, but it appears I was wrong. The insufferable woman won’t rest until she’s forced me to do the unthinkable. To… enjoy her company. It’s ridiculous, but all I need to do is outlast the bond. To outlast my growing fear that I’m not as numb as I thought. I’m in danger of feeling something for this human that I can’t afford to feel. Because the only thing more dangerous for her than my enemies is if I can’t let her go. Author’s Note: Get sucked into this high stakes, fang-fest of paranormal, romantic comedy fun with an out-of-his-element vampire grump and the upbeat woman who refuses to let things go according to plan.

She's just temporary, a momentary blip in my life. Although I have to admit she's quite attractive, as far as blips go. She's also the first person my son has ever actually liked, which has to count for something. New plan: I will not... let myself get too attached to the nanny. I've always been the kind of man to keep my plans flexible. Adaptation is key. Just like I've had to adapt to having a beautiful woman waiting for me when I get home every night--temporarily, of course. My son deserves better than temporary. And I won't dangle the prospect of a happy, complete family in front of him when I know the relationship wouldn't last. Beneath the innocent big doe eyes and the charming awkwardness, the nanny would turn out like the rest. She'd find some reason to leave. They all do. So I'll make one final amendment to the plan. Yes, I may think inappropriate thoughts about the nanny and get attached to the nanny, but I will not fall for the nanny. And if I do, I will deny it until my cold dead heart freezes over.

His package ended up inside my box. Calm down, perv. My mailbox. As soon as I saw what was inside, I knew two It belonged to my hot neighbor, and he had a dirty secret. Normally, I was more of a cat person. As in, if I had to choose who lives, I’m going to take the cat nine times out of ten. It’s not that I particularly like cats, I just don’t particularly like most people. My neighbor wasn’t most people. He lived in the apartment across the hall, and he was your typical, buttoned-up, fancy shoes, smells like a Calvin Klein commercial, looks like he actually flosses kind of guy. I mean, seriously? Wasn’t flossing just made up by dentists so they could go on their little power trips once every six months? The point was, this guy very obviously had his life all put together. He was Mr. Perfect, and If you asked me, he needed to be brought down a few pegs to wallow with the rest of us. Cue his long, thick, package penetrating my tight little mailbox. I know. It’s absolutely sick. It was such an obvious ploy to hit on me. Forget the fact that the mail lady put it there, my neighbor and I both knew what kind of game he was playing. Oh yeah, we totally knew. It was on. It was in, if you would. I accidentally dropped a knife on the package a few times back in my apartment. It basically sprang open on its own, and I had no choice but to look inside. His dirty little secret was staring me right in the face. As it turned out, Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect. Who knew? I knew. And I was absolutely going to enjoy every second of what was coming.

When my cheating ex destroyed my life, I did what any reasonable woman would do—I dove head-first into a petty revenge scheme. After all, I've always been more of a 'go down swinging' kind of girl. My brilliant plan? Deliver hate notes to my ex's biggest business rival until he’s so fed up he hires me just to make it stop.Too bad nobody warned me that my newest boss would be six-foot-three of grumpy, dimpled perfection—or that beneath his icy exterior beats the heart of a man who sends me scandalously demanding emails by night and gives glimpses of surprising tenderness behind his scorching glares. Now I'm falling for the man I'm supposed to be sabotaging, stealing kisses between meetings and pretending I don't live for those moments when his perfect control slips. My ancient, possibly immortal cat judges me daily for this mess, but then again, he also judges me for showering. I never meant to find purpose in this job or trust again after having my heart shattered. But somehow the grumpiest boss in the city has me believing in second chances—even if mine might expire the moment he discovers why I really took a job working under him. Let’s just how this doesn’t blow up in my face as badly as the time I tried to potty train my cat.

Nineteen-year-old Nessa Thorne expects death when she volunteers for Empire's selection. Instead, she's thrust into Confluence Academy, where students harness elemental magic and bond powerful beasts—from wolves to ancient dragons—forging themselves into the Empire's most lethal weapons. Students are branded by water, air, earth, or fire. But Nessa’s mark is different. A silver spiral—the mark of an unbound. It’s a power so dangerous her kind were hunted to extinction centuries ago—or so the Empire claims. To survive, she must hide what she is in a castle that reeks of blood, where students kill each other for advantage and failing to tether an elemental means death. Nessa’s greatest threat may be the only other volunteer—Raith Hollow, a powerful fire affinity whose scorching gaze follows her every move and whose secrets could topple kingdoms. Alliances are forged in blood, enemies circle like vultures, and forbidden desires close in. Death once seemed like release from her tragic past. Now it's not an option. She'll embrace her terrible potential or watch everything she's fought for burn. At Confluence Academy, students leave as weapons... or they don't leave at all. What to A delicious slow burn romance as dangerous as the magic? Check. A final line readers are saying will haunt you for weeks? Double check. An ending that will leave you desperate for book 2? Absolutely.

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Penelope Bloom returns with a laugh-out-loud hockey romance about a double-booking that leads to a second chance nobody asked for. After two years of culinary grind, I was about to land my dream job. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could dampen my spirits. Or so I thought... until fate decided to hit me with a dirty little plot twist. My cozy, one-bedroom cabin rental is double-booked. With whom, you ask? None other than my ex, the NHL star with a knack for making headlines from his off-field conquests since we called it quits. No big deal, though. Right? We’re adults. We moved on. I’ll just ace my interview and he’ll stick to his annoyingly sexy little corner. Simple. But then he shows up looking like sin dipped in honey. Sandy blonde hair, a scar cut across his full lips, and that all-too-familiar aura of attraction. And the spark? It’s more like kindling doused in lighter fluid. One wrong look and I know we’d be setting that bed ablaze. But he saves us both when he opens his mouth. He’s not the man I dated anymore. Now he’s a challenge-seeking Casanova. All I am to him is a trophy he missed his shot at. So I exile him to the couch and firmly decide I’m still focused on my future, not our past. Except the universe has one last curveball to throw. The restaurant I’ve been dreaming of working in? Nobody told me it’s his latest business venture. He’s not just my ex. He’s about to become my boss, too. Full-length second-chance romance filled with laugh-out-loud moments and electric chemistry. The last thing she expected was for her ex, now a hotshot NHL star turned restaurateur, to be her boss. Old flames reignite, and they'll have to navigate the thin ice between love and ambition.