Chelle Sloan

As a professional football player, I had a playbook for everything on the field. Then I retired and found out there’s no playbook for life—especially when the one you thought was perfect gets flipped upside down. There’s no play for suddenly becoming a divorced, single dad. There’s no plan for moving your family back to the town you grew up in. And there is definitely not a play for falling in love with the nanny. I didn’t mean to. Betsy Sullivan just has that way about her. It started with wanting to see her smile. It grew to needing to hear her laugh. Before I knew it, her red lips and perfect curves were all I could think about. And I started to picture a life together - A perfect life together. Except nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is how you envision it. I learned that hard lesson once already. And if I’m not careful, I might find myself learning it again. I shouldn’t want her. My head knows that. My heart doesn’t seem to care. Neither does hers.

Rule #1 of social media: Don't post anything you might regret. Rule #2: Don't fall in love with a thirst trap. Definition of a thirst trap: A sexy photograph, video or message posted on social media for the intent of causing others to profess their attraction. Thirst traps are meant to entice. To make women wish for something they can’t have. You’re not supposed to fall in love with one. In my defense, I didn’t mean to. It was just supposed to be one night of fun. One night where I could forget my responsibilities and family name. Where I could just be a girl in a bar. I didn’t expect the sexy small town cop to come sliding into my life on his knees. Literally. Or his dance moves to sear themselves into my memory. Or that kiss... To his millions of followers he’s Officer Sexy. To me he’s just Jake. The only man who has ever made me want more. The only one who has ever seen me for me. The man I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with.

Don't date your best friend's sister. Especially if you're teammates. It's the number one (unwritten) rule of football. And I broke it. No. I shattered it. I never meant to fall in love with Brenna Donald. But when it came to staying away from my best friend's twin sister, I never stood a chance. Her free spirit sucked me in. Her smile hit me in the chest. And the first time I held her in my arms? I was a goner. Which is a problem, since her brother, and my quarterback, doesn't think anyone is good enough for her. Not even me. Little does he know that I'm willing to give it all up for Brenna. She's my end game. The question now is, am I hers? Off Limits is Book 4 of the Nashville Fury series. It can be read as a complete standalone. It features: Pro football player Brother's best friend Roommates to lovers Close proximity Unrequited love He falls first Secret relationship Medium angst

All I want for Christmas is go to back to how my life was before. Before the trip to Las Vegas. Before the viral interview where my career imploded. Before I became the face of a women’s empowerment movement across the world. Don’t get me wrong, I love how women are #ClaimingTheirCoal after I declared that sometimes being a little bad is good, but I didn’t realize in doing that I would become the paparazzi’s new favorite target. I went from The Nice List to The Naughty List overnight, and I can’t take it anymore. So I do the only thing I can do. I accept a friend’s offer to hide out in her small town, and I run away. What I wasn’t expecting under my tree this year was an unlikely sidekick. With his strong jawline, corny jokes, and sexy Southern drawl, Trent Rudolph is making me feel like I’m living in one of my Christmas movies. But real life isn’t a movie. Especially one with a guaranteed happily ever after. Soon, the Christmas magic runs out, and we have to face the truth. I can’t hide from my reality forever. But will Trent’s arms be there to catch me when I finally stop running? Polish your jingle bells, strategically hang the mistletoe, and get ready to claim your spot on The Naughty List. This holiday season, fourteen of your favorite authors are spicing up the cocoa and taking advantage of those long winter nights, proving that sometimes it’s more fun to claim your coal than it is to stay on Santa’s good side. After all, well-behaved women might make the nice list, but naughty ones have all the fun…

A swoony, age gap, brother’s best friend, runaway bride romance from bestselling author, Chelle Sloan. What happens when a dream wedding turns into a complete nightmare? Horrible Dress - Check ✔️ No Flowers - Check ✔️ A cheating groom pretending to be my Prince Charming - Check ✔️ What should have been a highlight of my life turned into me becoming a runaway bride after seeing my fiancé doing something no bride should ever see. And instead of celebrating my marriage at my reception with my loved ones and adoring new husband, I'm getting drunk at a dive bar with a handsome stranger. A stranger who shows up at my brother’s beach house, where I’m spending my honeymoon – alone. But it turns out that my handsome stranger isn’t a real stranger at all. Emmett Collins is also my brother's best friend and business partner. I never pictured myself wanting a man like Emmett in his country boy jeans. But he turns out to be exactly who and what I need. Two weeks. That's what we've given ourselves. It's the perfect vacation fling. He doesn't do relationships and my life is…well…a mess is putting it lightly. There's just a few problems. Emmett makes me feel safe. His quiet smile lights me up inside. And that first time he kisses me? He brings out butterflies I never knew I could feel. I think I'm falling in love with a man who doesn't believe in forever. And there's no guide to love for that.

My name is Sadie Benson and I committed the cardinal sin of being a female sports reporter: I fell in love with a coach. And not just any coach: Hunter McAvoy. He's on track to become the youngest head coach in football history. He's also the only man to make me realize there is more to life than work. He was the story I never saw coming. We both know this is wrong. Coaches and reporters aren't supposed to cross the aisle, let alone share a bed. If our relationship becomes public, it could ruin everything we've both worked for. Neither of us care. It’s a chance we are both willing to take. Off the Record is Book 1 in the Nashville Fury series. It features: Secret relationship Forbidden romance Workplace romance Close proximity Coach and reporter Pro football romance Low angst

I really messed up the whole first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby carriage. Here's my version. First comes the blind date with an incredibly sexy football coach. Then comes the friends with benefits that you know is so wrong but you don’t care because it feels so right. Then comes the unexpected baby carriage. Emphasis on unexpected. Except Davis doesn’t want the same things I do. I want to fall in love. He says love isn’t for him. I want a family. He has made it clear that a family is not on his agenda. But babies don’t care about your plans. They come when they are ready. Even if you aren’t. The same can be said about falling in love. Off Track is Book 2 in the Nashville Fury series. It can be read as a complete standalone. It features: Pro football coach Southern belle Accidental pregnancy Blind date Will they or won't they No third act breakup Low angst

I need a fake boyfriend. He needs money for his garage. It’s the perfect business arrangement. Or so I thought. As the CEO of the dating app Left for Love, I'm the best at helping other people find their soulmate. Just not myself. I don't need love, not when I have a world to take over. Life is great; who cares if I’m a little lonely at night? Great, that is, until my biggest competitor decides their newest ad campaign is to smear my app, and me, in the process. How could Left for Love possibly be the best dating app on the market if the founder still hasn’t used it to find her soulmate? Enter Knox Calhoun. The small-town mechanic with a southern twang that could melt ice in Antarctica is the perfect man for the job. We’re complete opposites. No way the lines could get blurred. Until he kisses me. Except relationships aren’t easy—whether they are real or fake. If the truth comes out about us, I could lose everything. And for the first time in my life, I have a lot more than money to lose.

A sexy, marriage of convenience, one night stand, British hero romance from bestselling author, Chelle Sloan.GUIDE TO LOVE RULE #50: Love isn't always convenient. Sometimes marriage is.My name is Maeve Banks—Type A single mom; oldest daughter; and renowned interior designer for millionaire bachelors.And the new Mrs. Logan Matthews.The latter title is not something I wanted, but something I was forced to do. And for good My adorable six-year old son.The guide for my perfectly controlled life was No dating or distractions. Focus on my son and my business.Everything was going to plan until the night Logan Matthews—one of the world's youngest, and most eligible billionaires—sits down next to me at an airport bar.He distracted me with his perfect smile and chiseled jaw line. His British accent didn’t hurt either.When he asked me to dance? I was a goner.But it was one night. No harm in a little fun, right?Wrong.Turns out my one-night of fun is now my newest client.Which is fine. I'm an adult. I can resist his charm. And that he's great with my son. Or when he calls me "love.”But as much as both of us make it look like we have our lives in order, they're anything but.So Logan offers me a proposal—the one where we get married as a temporary fix to both our problems.My ex-husband is fighting for custody of my son. And Logan needs a wife to give the media something to talk about.It's a marriage of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less.There's just one I think I'm falling in love with my husband.And there's no guide to love for that

The saying goes that nice guys finish last. The more accurate statement is that nice guys and nerds finish last. We don’t get the girl. We don’t get the happily ever after. Even if it is the one thing we’ve asked for from Santa Claus this Christmas. So when Presley Dawson comes back into my life after twenty years, I don’t even try. What’s the point? As a Nashville Fury cheerleader, she is the fantasy of every man in Tennessee. What would the girl next door from my childhood want with a geek like me? She’s outgoing. I’d rather stay inside. She’s adventurous. I think adventure comes in the form of a new video game. We have nothing in common. Except when we’re together. Then there are enough sparks to guide Santa’s sleigh without Rudolph. But when she finds out that I never outgrew my geek phase, will she still want me? Or will our story be over before the ball drops at midnight? Pine-ing for the perfect holiday romance? It’s love at frost sight with The 12 Days of Kissmas! Off the Market at Kissmas is part of a dozen standalone holiday romances so steamy they’re sure to melt that winter chill. From dashing doctors to dirty-talking mountain men, staying off the naughty list just got a whole lot harder.

You’re cordially invited to the wedding of Oliver Price and Izzy McCall… That’s how my wedding invitations should have started. I should know, I’ve had my wedding planned since I was ten. I should’ve been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should’ve been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960’s style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It’s nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She’s the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right. Even if we’re complete opposites. I’m glass-half-full and crazy colored socks. She’s glass-half-empty and power suits. I love love. She thinks it doesn’t exist. I want to stay married. She wants a divorce. A problem for all newlyweds, right? From the moment I met Izzy, I knew she was the only one I’d ever need. Now I just need to convince my wife that I’m the one for her.