S.L. Scott

Cash Ryatt is a distraction. It’s no secret the bad boy racecar driver has built a reputation from two things. Winning and fu—front-page headlines. I’ve read he’s the best at both, but I have no intention of finding out firsthand. I have my own plans, and they don’t include making the gossip rags as his next grid girl one-night stand. My three older brothers, his bosses, would never stand for it anyway. So, how did I find myself daydreaming about the one man I’ve been forbidden from dating? His mere proximity causes my heart to beat wildly in my chest. My knees go weak when his eyes find mine across the track. But it’s the way he kisses me as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist that has me falling into his playboy trap. I finally surrender to temptation, but only for one night, and for the record, there was no standing involved except against a door that got in our way. But no deed goes unpunished. No matter how good we are together. He’s given an ultimatum. Will he take his last chance to win the world championship or follow his heart back to me? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Complete Standalone. This fourth siblings story from The Westcott Family and only sister: Marina Westcott's book is called When I Had You. If you are looking for binge-worthy books (all complete standalones), make sure to check out her brothers' books: Swear on My Life - Now Available on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, and in Audio Never Saw You Coming - Now Available on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, and in Audio Noah Westcott - Now Available on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, and in Audio

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author S.L. Scott brings the charm and romance, smiles and laughs to Along Came Charlie. This friends-to-more novel is packed with heartfelt emotion reminiscent of the best of chick lit of the past with a modern twist for today’s readers. ~~~ I’ll be your date, and you’ll be mine. Who says a funeral can’t be romantic? Okay, everyone. Including myself. That doesn’t stop the rumor mill from turning when I show up with a beautiful redhead on my arm. That redhead also just happens to be a stranger, relatively speaking. Charlotte Barrow and I have run into each other a few times—on the subway, at a bar, and now on our way to separate funerals. Instead of the prodigal son who let his parents down showing up alone, I traded favors and brought a date. The deal made sense at the time. ~~~ You be my date, and I’ll be yours. Who knew bringing a date to your ex-fiancé’s funeral would cause such a stir? Technically, I did. I invited him anyway for moral support. It didn’t hurt that he was handsome. The cold-hearted stares that greeted us didn’t matter. We found comfort in each other and formed a friendship from there. Charles Adams was nothing like my ex. The pressure wasn’t there to be anyone other than who I was. He also loved my cupcakes as much as I enjoyed his company. I always dreamed of finding my soul mate, and then along came Charlie. My perfect match was right here all along. Did I realize it too late?

She can't remember. He can't forget.An Enemies to Lovers, Rock Star, Second Chance, Standalone Romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, S.L. Scott.Flat on my back is not how I imagined meeting my new boss and hot-as-sin rock star. But here I am . . .If I didn’t already have amnesia, I’d be wishing for it now.In my defense, Laird Faris was only wearing a shameless smirk and a towel wrapped around his chiseled abs when we met.Brooding.Devastatingly handsome.Utterly intolerable.Naturally, I’m instantly attracted to him. It’s not only his broad shoulders and gorgeous face that wreck my equilibrium, but also a distinct tattoo on his chest that matches one on my hip.Our chemistry is off the charts.Searing kisses make his grumpiness bearable.Every touch we share is full of fire and flashes of memories, making me wonder if our connection isn’t destiny after all.But do the secrets he hides behind his icy blue eyes have something to do with the weekend I can’t remember and the past he can’t forget?

We aren’t temporary, baby. New York Times bestselling author, S.L. Scott, pens an emotional and raw, opposites attract, second chance, billionaire romance. Readers have dubbed Swear on My Life “Uniquely Unputdownable!” Warm brown eyes that melted my unsuspecting heart. A smile that knocked me off my feet. His touch—raw electricity. I never saw Harbor Westcott coming. I was a small-town girl with big city dreams and more ambition than money to my name. He had everything—money, privilege, and the world at his feet. Opposites in every way, but that didn’t matter. We were lightning in a bottle, and everything felt possible when we were together. Life was perfect. Or so I thought . . . Years later, I’m no more prepared for him than I was the first time. He swears on his life that we are meant to be forever, but I know I can’t survive this man twice.

One Night Will Never Be Enough 💜 We made a pact. One night. No strings. No attachments. No numbers exchanged. I caved and gave Harrison Decker my number anyway. He just chose not to use it. Four years later, his job brings him back into my world looking more handsome than ever and now making an effort to befriend me. Is my heart willing to take another chance on that man? Call me crazy or crazy in love. Either way, I’m not falling for him. Again.

The storm. The man. Both come without warning. My heart opens to Cooper Haywood the moment we meet. How can it resist? He’s charming, devastatingly handsome, and sweeps me off my feet before I realize the impact he’s making. And then it’s too late. We fall too fast to worry about the consequences. We love so hard that we ache when we’re apart. Even though I have a past that still haunts me and he has a future that could put us at risk, none of that matters when we’re together. Until it does. And then everything changes. Although the best thing he ever gave me now calls me Mommy, I can’t help but wonder if Cooper Haywood and that fateful storm were one and the same.

She was everything he never knew he needed. He was everything she avoided. 💗 It’s not the first time I’ve been called a stalker. I can’t blame Andrew Christiansen for thinking I am since we keep crossing paths, especially when I pop up in the most unexpected of places—his office. We’re opposites in every way. Not the kind that attract. I’ve been called a ray of sunshine. He’s been called a grumpy workaholic that needs an attitude adjustment. By me. Somehow, we become friends, the teasing, flirting, and kissing kind. But this thing blooming between us threatens to turn this relationship from friends-to-lovers into a full-blown office romance. That’s the least of my worries because one or two, little, okay big, secrets I’ve been keeping may turn him from the one I want into the one I can’t have.