Whitney G.

I should've never agreed to this arrangement... Thirty days ago, my boss—Mr. Wolf of Wall Street, came to me with an offer I couldn’t refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancée for one month. If I agreed, he would let me out of my employment contract with a “very generous” severance package. The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing, no actual sex. Just pretend to love each other for the press, even though I’ve secretly wanted to knock that sexy smirk off his face since the first day we met. I definitely didn’t need to think twice about this. I signed my name and started counting down the seconds to when I would never have to deal with his special brand of ass-holery again. I only made it to one minute... We argued the entire four-hour flight to his hometown, failed to make a convincing impression with the welcoming press, and right when I was about to knock that arrogant look off his face in real life? He purposely dropped his bath towel in front of me, distracting me with his nine-inch cock to "show me who the bigger person was" in our relationship. Then he gave me his trademark smirk once again and asked if I wanted to consummate our marriage. Tragically, this is only day one. We still have 29 more days to go...

The complete New York Times Bestselling serial, now available in one book! My cock has an appetite. A huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar...(Although, that's a story for another day.) As a high profile lawyer, I don't have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online. My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats. This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. At least it was, until "Alyssa"... She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades. But then she came into my firm for an interview--a college-intern interview, and everything fucking changed...

My cock has an appetite. A huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar... (Although, that's a story for another day.) As a high profile lawyer, I don't have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online. My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats. This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. At least it was , until "Alyssa"... She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades. But then she came into my firm for an interview—a college-intern interview, and everything fucking changed...

To Whom It May Concern: I am writing this letter to formally announce my resignation from Parker International (& the arrogant, condescending CEO) effective two weeks from today. This was a VERY EASY decision to make, as the past two years have been utterly miserable. I wish his next executive assistant all the luck in the world (she'll need it) and if my boss should need me to do anything over the next two weeks, kindly tell him that he can do it [his] goddamn self... Sincerely (Not Really), Tara Lauren That’s the version of my two weeks’ notice I should’ve sent to my boss, because the more professional version - the one where I said I was "grateful for all the opportunities," and "honored by all the rewarding experiences" over the years? That letter was rejected with his sexy, trademark smirk and an “I highly suggest you read the fine print of your contract...” So, I did. And now I've realized that unless I fake my death, poison him, or find a way to renegotiate my impossible contract, I’m stuck working under one of the cockiest and most ruthless bosses in New York. Then again, I thought that was the case until he called me late last night with an emergency proposition... **This is a standalone contemporary romance.**

I can’t believe that I pulled my boss’s name for our company’s annual Secret Santa tradition… As the devil incarnate, this infuriating, cocky bastard never gives us the holidays off, and he honestly expects us to be grateful for his generous alternative: The Office Party. It’s a mandatory, all-expenses trip for two weeks at a surprise luxury resort—where we still have to work twelve to fifteen hours a day. I’m so over this… So, I put zero percent effort into his gift. I tear the tag off whatever my sister gifts me, add a five-dollar amazon gift card, and hand it off to him. It’s not until my sister sends me a text that I realize how terrible of a decision that was. Georgia: Why haven’t you sent me a 'LOL' about the brand-new vibrator I got you? I really do hope that you use your boss’s face as a muse, like my note says. :-) If that’s not bad enough, this year’s "luxury trip" will be in my hometown--the place I've avoided for years. At the resort that my grandmother owns... If the universe gets me out of this, I will never ‘regift’ anything ever again…

Just friends. We’re just friends. No, really. She’s just my best friend... Arizona Turner has been my best friend since fourth grade, even when we “hated” each other. We’ve been there for one another through first kisses, first “times,” and we’ve been each other’s constant when good relationships turned bad. (We even went to colleges that were minutes away from each other…) Throughout the years, and despite what anyone says, we’ve never crossed the line. Never thought about it. Never wanted to. Until one night changed everything. At least, it should’ve ... Just friends. We’re just friends. I’m only saying this until I figure out if she’s still “just” my best friend…

*The entire thrilling series all in one set!* The man I fell in love with is a f-cking liar... I don't have much time to reveal all the details, but I will say this: The "Woman disappears after wedding" and "Woman flees after honeymoon" headlines are lying. I'm not missing. I didn't run away after my wedding. I would've never run away right after our amazing honeymoon. My husband has taken me. No, correction: He's kidnapped me because he claims that "its what's best." That I'm a mere pawn in his twisted game of chess. Despite the fact that my heart is still tethered to his, or the fact that he's still the most gorgeous and beautiful man I've ever met in my life (he can still make me wet with a single sentence), I have to focus on getting away from him. I have to accept that he's no longer the man I fell in love with. He's the king of lies...

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer... I've hated Rachel Dawson since I was seven years old. My next door neighbor and number one sworn enemy, she's the reason why almost all of our childhood fights ended with me setting something of hers on fire. (Or, vice versa.) She snitched on me when I broke curfew. I snitched on her when she lied about having a boyfriend. We went back and forth like this throughout high school, both vowing to never talk to each other again when we went off to college. But that was until she showed up at my apartment during my senior year and asked me for a temporary place to stay. Until I realized just how much between us had changed, and the line I thought we'd never cross became harder and harder to ignore... **This is a standalone friends (to enemies) to lovers romance**

**Note: This is the epilogue to the novel Turbulence. It is not a standalone or a novella. This is us. This is our messed up love. This is turbulence.

It all started with a sext message... Well, it actually "ended," but that's a story for another day. Freshly divorced, I decide to spend a week at a luxury retreat for singles. I should've known better... The only man I manage to "meet" is my massage therapist, who is way too young for me, but that doesn't stop him from pursuing me at the resort. He makes it all too tempting, all too easy to say yes. Thankfully, I manage to check out without giving in, but he shows up at my doorstep days later to finish what we started. The thing is, his age isn't the only problem between us. He's also my best friend's younger brother...

It all started with a sex scene… Well, I was failing to write a sex scene. As an author of over fifty smut books, I was struggling to do what I did best. So, for fun, I asked one of my best online friends for some help. I really shouldn’t have done that… He wrote the scene far better than I ever could, and seven months of platonic, yet-flirty friendship were wiped away in ten minutes. He asked to meet me in person… We’d previously agreed to keep things digital, to remain faceless friends—since he was forty-two, and I was twenty-six, but neither of us could resist. When I saw him at the airport, I was instantly attracted to him. But I knew, right then and there, that we could never be. It turns out that the man I’d been talking to for the past several months was the last person I expected. The last person I should ever think about… He’s my dad’s best friend.

A quien corresponda: Sirvan estas líneas para anunciar formalmente mi renuncia en Parker International (y a su arrogante y condescendiente director), efectiva a partir de hoy en dos semanas. Ha sido una decisión MUY FÁCIL de tomar, dado que los dos últimos años han sido un horror total. Espero que su nueva asistente ejecutiva tenga toda la suerte del mundo (la necesitará), y si mi jefe me necesita para cualquier cosa en estas dos semanas, que alguien le diga que puede apañárselas solo. Un saludo (no tan) cordial. Tara Lauren. Este es el aviso de dimisión que debí haber mandado con dos semanas de antelación a mi jefe, porque la versión profesional —aquella en la que decía sentirme «agradecida por la oportunidad» y «honrada por haber tenido tan gratificantes experiencias»— fue rechazada con esa sonrisilla sexy tan suya y ese «es altamente recomendable que lea usted la letra pequeña del contrato». Y lo hice. Ahora me doy cuenta de que, a menos que finja mi propia muerte, le envenene o encuentre la forma de renegociar ese contrato imposible de entender, estoy atrapada trabajando para uno de los jefes más engreídos y bordes de todo Nueva York. Y entonces, cuando creía que nada podía ir a peor, me llama anoche a última hora con una proposición difícil de creer…

Today is officially the worst day of my life… I woke up five hours late after a reckless one-night stand with the sexiest, cockiest, and most arrogant man I’ve ever met. (And this asshole actually left a note: “I think you were lying to me about being “experienced” last night. You orgasmed three times, and that was before we made it to your bedroom. I also find it hard to believe you “usually wear silk or lingerie.” Your drawers are all full of cotton granny panties--The best man you’ve ever fucked… ) My top two PR clients left me for my number one competitor, my roommate accidentally bleached my best suit, and my favorite coffee shop was shut down for “health concerns.” Still, none of those things dimmed my excitement for what was supposed to be the best four o’clock signing session of my career. I was on the verge of signing the highest paying client in my company’s history, taking on a so-called “impossible” job that no publicist had been able to handle. But at four o’clock, there was no athlete, television personality, or celebrity who showed up. Instead, that sexy, arrogant one-night stand stepped into my office with his familiar panty-wetting smirk and introduced himself as my new, cocky client...

He definitely wasn't supposed to get that email... Subject: My Boss. Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch. I honestly can't wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I'm quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS. All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his "mouth of perfection" or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER. Your bestie, Mya PS--Please tell me your day is going better than mine... Subject: Re: My Boss. No, you haven't already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you've sent me this email directly, I know now... Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.) You don't have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you're quitting. I'm standing outside your office at this very moment. ( Open the door. ) No comment on your "fantasies," although I highly doubt they're "long over." Your boss, Michael PS--Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours... A steamy, office-romance novella from New York Times bestselling author, Whitney G.

This is a previously-published edition - ASIN: B07LGYTCKR The Official Recipe for Nathan Benson:2 cups cockiness1 mouth that's far sexier when it's shut1 huge ego that can't fit in the damn mixer1 BIG, HARD co--Well, you get the picture...As a pastry chef, I can tell exactly what a man is made of the moment he walks through my shop's frosted glass doors.So, the moment Nathan Benson showed up over half an hour late to our blind date (with no explanation), caught the gaze of every woman in the diner with his panty-melting smile, and said, "I personally don't think we should waste any more of our time sitting here talking," after only five minutes of conversation, I knew he was one of the rudest concoctions ever created.I also knew there was no way in hell I was going to see him again.Or, so I thought.Days after I abandoned him on our first date, he tracked me down with one hell of a way to get me to agree to a second one. (And a third, and a fourth.) I swear if it weren't for the fact that I was being blackmailed by the sexiest man I've ever met, I would've reported him to the authorities a long time ago.Then again, holding out for a few late night kisses (and maybe a bit more) from his mouth of perfection may not be a complete recipe for disaster after all...**This is a steamy, contemporary romance novella.**

She lied to me... She betrayed the one rule that I'm most adamant about: Honesty. Complete and utter fucking honesty. I really wish she was someone else—someone who didn't have the ability to make me feel, someone I could easily discard like the hundreds of women before her. She isn't. I'm drawn to her like I've never been drawn to a woman before—completely captivated by the very sight of her. But unfortunately, with my past slowly re-surfacing for all of the world to see, I'll have to find a way to let her go. She can never be mine.

This is a previously-published edition - ASIN: B00N1WNV5A I hate him… I hate that I fell in love with him, I hate that he didn’t love me back, and I hate the fact that I just made a life-altering decision just so I could get the hell away from him. He’d always said that he was unchangeable, heartless, and cold… I really should’ve believed him…

Fuck me recklessly Kiss me harder. Take me again and again... He and I met under a cloud of clichés: Boy meets girl. Boy charms girl. Boy fucks girl. Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways. But then we saw each other again... And neither of us could walk away. Our rules were simple. Our passion was scandalous. Our hearts were supposed to be safe... But when you find something so all-consuming--something so intoxicating and inescapable, you'll risk everything you've ever had, even if you're destined to crash and burn. This is us. This is our messed up love. This is turbulence.

"Lean back on the table and spread your legs for me..." Being a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them. Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. (This would be acceptable if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not. I'm supposed to be a goddamn therapist...) When my team finally came to their senses and decided to bring someone more competent into the practice last month, I was actually elated. Until I realized that our new "doctor" was none other than the woman I was supposed to meet over dinner two weeks ago. The same woman who stood me up with nothing more than an "I can't meet you anymore, sorry," after we agreed to move our online talks into reality. I haven't forgotten any of the filthy fantasies she told me about, and I never deleted our dirty messages. And if she thinks that I'm going to act like a "professional" and pretend like that shit never happened, she has another thing coming...

This is a previously-published edition - ASIN: B00DODQAJK If you'd asked me what love was two years ago, I probably would've said, 'It's this amazing feeling that obsesses and possesses you; it's what me and my husband currently have.' If you ask me that same question today, I'll say, 'Please get the hell out of my face.’ Claire Gracen's life is picture perfect. Her career as a marketing director is on the brink of being legendary, and her marriage to her high school sweetheart has never been stronger. No, wait. It has. It used to be amazing and fulfilling, but one day Claire realizes that she's been living a lie and her best friend and husband have committed the ultimate betrayal. Broken and depressed, Claire is in need of something new—new city, new job, new friends. When she happens to attract the interest of the sexiest man she's ever met, a man significantly younger than her, she immediately turns him down—only to later discover that this man is Jonathan Statham, self-made billionaire and CEO of Statham Industries. Her boss. Jonathan Statham is unlike any man she's met before. He's used to getting whatever he wants—whenever he wants, and he isn't about to take no for an answer. Sexy, unpredictable, and charmingly clever, Mid Life Love is a story that will captivate you, entertain you, and force you to fall deeply in love with the characters.

This is now available only on author's website, at the URL down below. Just friends. We’re just friends. No, wait. We’re no longer just best friends…

We’re in this together—lie for lie, truth for truth. We’ve both been damaged by our pasts, both terrified of building a future… Still, there’s a sliver of hope for the both of us—if one of us is willing to fold first. He’s the king of lies, I’m the queen, and together we’re going to build one hell of a legacy...

Book 2 in the Empire of Lies trilogy. The twists and turns in Michael & Meredith's story continue... The woman I fell in love with is a walking contradiction... She's sexy as hell, yet infuriating. Hopelessly in love with me, but carefully plotting to get the hell away. She honestly thinks that I'm the 'king of lies'? Well, she f-cking fooled you... She's the queen.

The man I fell in love with is a f*cking liar... I don't have much time to reveal all the details, but I will say this: The "Woman disappears after wedding" and "Woman flees before honeymoon" headlines are lying. I'm not missing. I didn't run away after my wedding. I would've never run away right before our scheduled honeymoon. My husband has taken me. No, correction: He's kidnapped me because he claims that "it's what's best". That I'm a mere pawn in his twisted game of chess. Despite the fact that my heart is still tethered to his, or the fact that he's still the most gorgeous and beautiful man I've ever met in my life (he can still make me wet with a single sentence), I have to focus on getting away from him. I have to accept that he's no longer the man I fell in love with. He's the king of lies...

Il pensait qu’il ne la reverrait jamais, mais le destin en a décidé autrement. Charlotte Taylor a trois défauts : 1) Elle me déteste. Elle affirme même que je suis un « crétin tyrannique avec un énorme ego ». (J’ai effectivement quelque chose d’énorme, mais ce n’est pas mon ego.) 2) Elle prend nos séances de tutorat bien trop au sérieux. 3) Elle est incroyablement sexy... Du moins, c’étaient ses points négatifs avant que nos séances ne commencent à durer plus longtemps qu’elles ne l’auraient dû. Jusqu’à ce qu’un baiser innocent se mue en une centaine d’autres plus coquins, et jusqu’à ce qu’elle devienne la première femme dont je suis tombé amoureux. Notre avenir ensemble après l’obtention de notre diplôme semblait tout tracé : j’allais devenir un joueur de football américain, et elle irait à la fac de droit. Du moins, c’était le plan avant qu’elle ne me quitte à la fin du semestre sans explication et disparaisse complètement de ma vie... Jusqu’à ce soir, sept ans plus tard. #Sexy #Ennemiestolovers #SecondeChance

**Book Two in the Falling for Mr. Statham Series** Claire Gracen finally has the life she’s always wanted: A career she loves, a man who’s willing to do any and everything for her, and friends that show her the true meaning of the word ‘friendship.’ As she and Jonathan prepare to make the ultimate commitment to one another and plan the wedding of her dreams, she quickly realizes that the hurtful past she left behind in Pittsburgh is a lot closer than she thought.

Claire Gracen's life is picture perfect. Her career as a marketing director is on the brink of being legendary, and her marriage to her high school sweetheart has never been stronger. No, wait. It has. It used to be amazing and fulfilling, but one day Claire realizes that she's been living a lie and her best friend and husband have committed the ultimate betrayal. Broken and depressed, Claire is in need of something new—new city, new job, new friends. When she happens to attract the interest of the sexiest man she's ever met, a man significantly younger than her, she immediately turns him down—only to later discover that this man is Jonathan Statham, self-made billionaire and CEO of Statham Industries. Her boss. Jonathan Statham is unlike any man she's met before. He's used to getting whatever he wants—whenever he wants, and he isn't about to take no for an answer.

BILLIONAIRES & BALLERINAS contains three scorching novellas about billionaires and the ballerinas who captivate them. Sweet by Skye Warren: We shouldn't be together, but everything about him draws me. His intensity, his kindness. And the way he looks in those custom tailored suits. One night when he's outside my bedroom, I give him a sexy show. And in doing so, unlock pandora's box. The cost of my freedom may be the man I've come to love. Reasonable Doubt: Volume 1 by Whitney G.: My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats. This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. At least it was , until "Alyssa"... She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades. But then she came into my firm for an interview--a college-intern interview, and everything f*****g changed... Step Back by Katie De Long When Malia's career as a professional ballet dancer ended, she burned a lot of bridges and hurt a lot of people, including her childhood love Ben. Now she's in the wrong place at the wrong time. What could be worse than ending up in your first love’s lap…while stripping at his brother's bachelor party? GLAMOUR contains eight exclusive never-before-seen novellas that each have an HEA... because they all lived happily ever after. "This story was lovely and so engaging, I could read it over and over. The flow of it and the prose had the elegance of a ballet performance. Somehow Rose's elegance flowed through her into the story. The ending was so incredibly romantic and fit the characters perfectly." - Ms Romantic Reads “I love a second chance at love story and this one warmed the heart. Miscommunication and unfinished business sees these two get a happy ending for now.” – Karen’s Book Haven “The Reasonable Doubt series is one of the most addictive series, if not THE most addictive series, I remember reading. If you haven’t read Reasonable Doubt vol. 1, read it NOW.” – Kathy Reads “Whitney could not have written a more intense or passionate duo. Everything about these two is scorching and they take that with them into every interaction they share. Their conversations and impromptu encounters radiate heat and need.” – Prisoners of Print

"I'm giving you one last chance to tell me that I own you..." Those are thirteen words that I refuse to give to the beastly man who kidnapped me in the middle of the night and forced me on a never-ending journey through the woods. While he's desperate to break a tragic kingdom-wide curse that's ruined him to his core, I'm determined to escape and find my way home. I'm not the woman he wants anyway... He wants my sister, the beautiful, book-loving girl who wants more out of life and believes a prince is all she needs to find a happily ever after. Of course, he has no idea that she's none of those things, and as much as I want to deny the chemistry between us, I can only take so much punishment, and I may be forced to finally submit to his desires... Until then, I'll hold off on getting closer to a man like him, a true villain, destined for Hell... He'll never have the real me, the other Belle...

(Alternate cover edition of ASIN B095H67WTQ.) Penelope, I know that it’s three o’clock in the morning, but I have to get this off my chest. I can't give you any more advice on landing this other guy, can't tell you another "sexy" thing that you should do, or suggest a new set of filthy words that you should text him late at night. As your best friend, I've reached my limit, and I can honestly say that he doesn't deserve you. I'm not saying all of this because I'm f-cking jealous, or because he had the audacity to say that he makes more money than me. (I still can't find his name on the Forbes 500 list, and I know damn well that he's renting that Ferrari, but that's a story for a different day.) He's not who you think he is, and the better man has always been right in front of you... You have every reason to never give me a chance since you know me better than anyone, and you agree with all the tabloids calling me "The Cocky King of New York," and the "Untamed Playboy of Manhattan." But I honestly believe that you're better off with someone else, and I need you to see. I'm not asking for too much... I just want you to break up with him, for me.

From New York Times bestselling author Whitney G. comes a falling for my older brother’s best friend romance. Subject: Delete this message after you read it... Dear Hayley, I'm assuming you're still hungover, so I'll make this brief. Last night, you slipped under my sheets (without my permission), and we almost had sex. I got the hell out of the bed once I realized it was you, and I took you home. That's the story. The end. Period. Just in case you've forgotten, you're my best friend's little sister. We will never be anything more. (We can't be anything more.) Our previous friendship is still unresolved--or "over" in your terms, so I'd prefer if we worked on becoming 'just friends' again since you're in town. Nonetheless, I'm not a man who leaves questions unanswered--even the drunken ones, so to properly close our inappropriate conversation: 1) Yes, I liked the way your lips felt against mine when you were on top of me. 2) Yes, I do "prefer" rough sex, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't rough with you. 3) No, I had no idea you were still a virgin... This message never happened, Corey

I crashed and burned before the most important interview of my life... Yes, literally. I rammed my crappy Honda into the back of a custom black McLaren, and the sexy bastard who owned it was far from amused. Especially when I abandoned him at the fiery scene with an "I.O.U.," twenty dollars, and a pack of glow-in-the-dark condoms as payment. (I'm too broke to afford car insurance.) I managed to make it to my interview with a few seconds to spare, but the partner I was expecting to meet wasn't there. Instead, it was the unforgettable guy I'd just crashed into: Mr. Damien Carter. And his first question—'Do you know that running away from the scene of an accident is a crime?'—convinced me that I was not getting this job. Alas, Hamilton & Associates called me back, and I slowly realized that there are far more coincidences between me and my new boss. Even though this grumpy bastard only utters demands and threats to me... His firm is a place straight out of The Godfather, nothing like "the good guys on the right side of the law" on the promotional billboards. Its walls hold secrets, the clients are guilty as charged, and Damien Carter is everything wrong with the legal system. Well, I thought that until we began a hate-love affair like no other, and I discovered his biggest secret of all...

*Billionaire seeking Live-In Nanny*Must have at least a decade of childcare experience.Must be available to me at all times...No exceptions I wasn’t searching for a new job, and I didn’t have any nanny experience. I was just dropping off a cupcake order…but one sweet lie never hurt anyone. Besides, being a pastry chef is way harder than watching young children, right? WRONG. Before I could come clean, the grumpiest billionaire in Manhattan made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, and I was stupid enough to take it. I just forgot to leave my heart out of the equation...

We met on a Tuesday. Became best friends, then lovers, on a Tuesday. And everything fell apart on a Tuesday... Charlotte Taylor has three automatic strikes in my book: 1) She hates me. She also claims that I'm a "domineering jerk with a huge, overbearing ego." (I do have something huge. It's not my ego, though.) 2) She takes our mandatory tutoring sessions way too seriously. 3) She's sexy as hell...And a virgin. At least, those were her strikes before our study sessions started lasting longer than they were supposed to. Until one innocent kiss became a hundred dirty ones, and until she became the first woman I ever fell hard for. Our future together after graduation was supposed to be set: Professional football for me. Law school for her. But she left me at the end of the semester with no explanation, and then she completely disappeared from my life. Until tonight. We met on a Tuesday. Became everything, then nothing, on a Tuesday. And now it's seven years later, on a Tuesday... **This is a full length second chance romance, inspired by Adele's "When We Were Young"**

All I wanted for my 30th birthday was an epic night to remember…Instead, I got knocked up by my boss. Okay, wait. Before you start judging me (I can *see* you), I didn’t know he was my boss at the time. All I knew was that he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life, complete with a deep British accent and lips that owned me for hours in bed. Yet, when he ASSumed he was getting a second round after insulting my “cracker box” apartment, I kicked him out, hoping I’d never see him again. Until four weeks later… That’s when I realized I was ‘late,’ when twenty different pregnancy tests revealed a truth I didn’t want to believe. And just when I thought I’d have to spend another four weeks searching for him, he waltzed through the company’s doors, and my supervisor announced that he was our new CEO. That’s not even the worst part about this situation, though. Not even close. Turns out, this man was harboring a secret on the night we first met, and the next eight months were about to get far more complicated than I could ever imagine… ‘Definitely Not Him’ is a sexy, standalone ‘single at 30’ story.

Poséeme… Bésame con fuerza… Tómame una y otra vez… Al principio fue lo de siempre: chico conoce chica, chico conquista chica, chico se acuesta con chica. Nuestra historia debería haber terminado justo después de la primera vez, cuando cada uno se fue por su lado. Pero nos volvimos a encontrar… en otras circunstancias. Unas circunstancias prohibidas. Y ninguno de los dos fue capaz de resistirse. Las reglas eran sencillas, la pasión puro escándalo, y nuestros corazones estaban a salvo… Sin embargo, cuando algo lo consume todo, algo que es tan seductor como irreprimible, arriesgas todo lo que tienes para seguir disfrutándolo, incluso aunque esté destinado a estrellarse y arder. Pero así somos nosotros. Así es nuestro amor imperfecto. Lleno de turbulencias…

She lied to me. Not once, not twice. This entire time. To her, I was the "cliche Mr. Popular," the star quarterback who owned Friday nights. To me, she was the goth geek in the bleachers, playing clarinet in the band. Despite our differences, I climbed through her window every night. Even when we started college. She was the only person who truly understood me, and I couldn't stay away from her if I tried. Our connection was hot and toxic, but we never dared to put out the flames. We fell too hard, too fast… And this wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that I was already dating someone else. Her sister.

Fuck me recklessly Kiss me harder. Take me again and again… He and I met under a cloud of clichés: Boy meets girl. Boy charms girl. Boy fucks girl. Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways. But then we saw each other again… And neither of us could walk away. Our rules were simple. Our passion was scandalous. Our hearts were supposed to be safe… But when you find something so all-consuming—something so intoxicating and inescapable, you’ll risk everything you’ve ever had, even if you’re destined to crash and burn. This is us. This is our messed up love. This is turbulence.

Alpha males, sassy heroines, and steamy sex have never been better... Naughty, Dirty, Cocky is complete the first volume of the New York Times bestselling 'Steamy Coffee Reads Collection' from Whitney G.Stay after hours with the Naughty Boss, be sure to get checked out by the Dirty Doctor, and make sure you're prepared to work both inside and outside the bedroom with the Cocky Client.**Each novella is a standalone that features an alpha hero, feisty heroine, and toe curling sex. (They are also best devoured over a steamy hot cup of coffee)**