Title: Very Irresistible Playboy
Series: Billionaire Bachelors #1
Author: Lila Monroe
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 22, 2018
Blurb
Fall in love with this sizzling stand-alone romance from "the reigning Queen of Romantic Comedy". Perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella, Lauren Blakely and Julia Kent!
Hot bachelor Max Carlisle is heir to a media empire, tabloid catnip, and... wants to hire me to be his fake fiancee. I know what it takes to keep a billionaire in line, but signing up for seven days in close quarters with this Very Irresistible Playboy? It's just asking for trouble. The kind of thrilling, reckless trouble I could use a little more of since my career is currently ass-backwards in a mud bath with six shih-tzus (don't ask).
So do I: a) Take the job, and bicker wildly every step of the way? b) Embark on a mad-cap treasure hunt to claim his billion-dollar inheritance? c) Try my hardest not to fall head-over-heels in love with him and wind up having the best sex of my life? d) All of the above? Something tells me I'm about to be way out of my league... and under the most handsome, infuriating man I've ever met. But with a fortune on the line, can we beat out his crazy relatives to win the prize? And will our fake relationship be game over at the finish line?
The Billionaire Bachelors series are STANDALONE romances with hot & hilarious HEAs and no cliff-hangers! Each book follows a new couple, so come discover the sizzling new series from Lila Monroe!
BILLIONAIRE BACHELORS SERIES: 1 Very Irresistible Playboy 2 Hot Daddy 3 Wild Card 4 Man Candy (Aug)
5 Mr Casanova (Oct)
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Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.
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Title: Maddox
Series: Vested Interest Series
Author: Melanie Moreland
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense 18+
Release Date: July 9, 2018
Brought up in chaos and fear, Maddox requires order and control to cope with life. He has his career and his two closest friends. That is all he needs. Until Dee enters his life. She brings forth feelings he has denied himself his entire life, threatening his control.
He wants to hold.
Keep.
Love.
Live.
Damaged by her past, Dee cannot admit her feelings for him, fighting him at every turn.
Is he strong enough for both of them?
Can he prove to her that they would be perfect together?
"Maddox is the ultimate flawed Alpha hero. This book is the perfect mash-up of hot & sweet, romance & bromance. The gut-wrenching climax will have you gasping!" ~Christi Barth, author of Bad Boys Gone Good "There's a new book boyfriend on the block and his name is Maddox. Hands off ladies, he is all MINE." ~Eva LeNoir, author of UCC Saga series
Until one day, I was browsing my local bookstore for something new to read.
Studying a book jacket, I was distracted when a womanâs silhouette caught my attention. She was lissome and pretty, the sunlight catching her light red hair. She was reading the back of a book, her finger running over the spine. Something about her beckoned to me yet seemed familiar. With a grin, I realized it was Dee, and I approached her. âFind something good?â
She glanced at me, startled. I was close enough to see the flecks of brown in her wide green eyes. She smiled and slid the book back onto the shelf. âNot really.â She indicated the books I had in my hand. âI think youâve had better luck.â
âYou can borrow one if you like. I tend to buy in batches.â
She tilted her head, silently mouthing the titles. She looked up with a smile. âThat would be lovely.â
âI was gonna grab a cup of coffee. Can I interest you in joining me?â
âIâd love to.â
Seated across from her, I realized it was the first time weâd ever been alone.
âYou come here often?â
She shook her head with a wry grin. âIs that your best pick-up line, Maddox?â
I chuckled. âI donât think Iâve ever seen you in here until today.â
âI was in the office for a short while, then dropped in here. Usually I browse on my lunch hour.â
âThat makes sense.â
Silence fell as we sipped our coffee, but it wasnât uncomfortable. I noticed she nibbled at the end of her thumb, and it struck me as odd. Given her stoic persona, I found it rather endearing.
And I found my thoughts strange. Endearing wasnât a word I used oftenâif ever.
She met my gaze. âSo, is it?â
âIs it what?â
âIs that your best pick-up line?â
I studied her as I drank my coffee. âI donât typically do pick-up lines.â
She smirked. âIâm not surprised.â
âSorry?â
âWith that whole silver fox thing youâve got going, Iâm sure you donât have to.â
I frowned. âSilver fox?â
âMaddox, the silver fox. Young, sexy, wealthy, plus that premature gray? I bet you beat them off with a stick.â
I shook my head, amused at her thoughts. âIâm sorry to disappoint, but no.â
âReally? Iâm surprised.â
I sat back, crossing my legs, swinging one foot. âWhat about you, Deirdre? All prim and pretty. You drive the lawyers crazy at your firm?â
She laughed. âDee. No one calls me Deirdre. Itâs stuffy and formal.â
âNo. Itâs a lovely name for a lovely woman. It suits you. The lawyers you date donât call you by your full name?â
She ignored my comment about her name. âI donât date lawyers, or anyone else at my firm,â she stated firmly. âIn fact, I donât date.â
âEver?â
She hesitated, then shook her head. âNo. Love, romantic love, isnât for me.â
I took in a deep breath and spoke. âWhy is that?â
âItâs dangerous. It overwhelms and kills you.â
At my raised eyebrow, she continued.
âIâm not saying I donât see people. I haveâ¦needs. But I donât do romantic relationships. Iâve seen the way love destroys people.â She held up her hand before I could speak. âI know it works for some, but Iâm not built that way.â
I drained my coffee, then leaned forward. âNeither am I.â
She widened her eyes. âReally?â
âLove equals power. The power to destroy. The ability to hurt and cause pain. The chaos it causes. Thatâs what love means to me. It destroys trust and leaves you weak.â
âYou feel that way about everyone?â
âThere are a few exceptions. And I will never break them for a woman.â
Our eyes met, silent understanding passing between us. The air shifted, and I felt our mutual desire grow. It stretched out, pushing tentatively against the boundaries we had erected. She propped her elbow on the table, lifting her thumb to her mouth. Her small teeth gnawed at the flesh. It was an innocent gesture, yet I found it provocative.
âI have needs too,â I murmured. Reaching over, I tugged her thumb from her mouth, inspecting it. From the roughness of the skin, and the fact that it was the second time sheâd done it since we sat down, it was clearly a nervous habit for her. I slowly dragged my fingers across her palm, then laid her hand on the table.
Her breathing hitched. âIâm older than you are.â
âThree years,â I scoffed. âItâs nothing.â
âIâm serious. I donât do relationships.â
âNor do I.â I bent forward, lowering my voice. âMay I be blunt with you?â
âI prefer blunt.â
âI find you incredibly attractive, Deirdre. Very sexy in your buttoned-up clothes and calm exterior. Iâd like to see what happens when youâre naked and aroused.â I tilted my head, studying her. âLike nowâare you aware in the past few minutes, your breathing picked up and your eyes darkened? You have the loveliest color across your cheeks. Even the tips of your ears are pink. I wonder how far down I could make you flush that way.â
Her color deepened, but she didnât flinch. She shifted closer, our knees pressed together under the table. Her normally husky voice was even lower, turning me on. âYou want honest?â
I nodded.
âI think youâre one of the sexiest men Iâve ever met, Maddox. I see how your toned body moves when you walk, and I imagine you moving in me. You use your hands a lot when you talk, and I want to feel them on my skin. Your muscles flex under your expensive suits, and I want to feel them tighten under my touch.â She ran her finger over her lips. âI want to taste you and watch you fall apart.â
âThen maybe we should go and explore each other.â
New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She's learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at flavia@bookcaseagency.com
Six best friends. Three love stories. One big city. Countless laughs.
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Don’t miss this STEAL of a deal that includes three bestselling, full-length novels and an all-new bonus epilogue, all for the special pre-order price of 99¢! WITH A TWIST West Williams has been friends with Lily since the day she moved into their building and he saved her armoire from a swift, sudden death by staircase. Their friendship has always been easy, the boundaries clearly defined. With neither of them willing to risk their relationship, they’ve drifted happily through the years as companions, never considering more. Until they do. And that realization changes everything. CHASER Everyone knows you should never say never. Cooper never saw Maggie coming--she was just his best friend’s little sister, the curly-haired, freckle-faced girl from Mississippi who was absolutely off limits. Maggie never expected to find her fiancé banging her maid of honor an hour before she was set to walk down the aisle, but life’s funny that way. The only option to save her sanity is to get the hell out of Jackson and move to New York where her brother lives. The only downside: Cooper is there too. And she just doesn’t know if she can stay away from him — the filthy rich, dead sexy playboy who’s allergic to commitment. LAST CALL Patrick Evans is no stranger to consequences. When your mother walks out, your dad drifts away. When you leave home, you’re on your own. And when you run away from the girl you love, you lose her. He finally has an opportunity to rebuild the bridge he burned with Rose, and it’s not one he’ll take for granted. But he’ll have to fight for her, even if it hurts. Even if it means he’ll walk away brokenhearted. Because deep down, he knows that she’s it for him. The trick will be to get her to admit she feels it too. HAPPILY EVER HABITS Who has babies? Who's getting married? Who has a horrible pun battle, and who tosses their cookies? Find out in this exclusive 30,000 word novella that follows the Habits crew through their very own happy endings. *This box set includes three full length, bestselling novels, plus an exclusive epilogue novella.* Don’t miss out! Pre-Order your copy today for only 99¢! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2J3TByr Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/BadHabitsSH Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2ugooCN About the Author Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey.From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.
Connect with Staci: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2hv5OA5 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stacihartnovels Twitter: https://twitter.com/imaquirkybird Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/imaquirkybird/ Website: http://stacihartnovels.com Newsletter: http://stacihartnovels.com/get-the-newsletter/ Join Her Reader Group Here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/stacihart/ This isn’t a story about a love triangle. There is no triangle involved. This isn’t a story about an accidental pregnancy. Although having a baby with her . . . I would. This isn’t a story about lies and deception, even though at times I’ve lied to myself. No, this is my story. A story about sacrifice. A story about a man who fell in love with the wrong girl. A story I wish I never had to tell. This is a story about the true meaning of the downside of love.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “That kiss,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “In Torment’s office. That was nothing?” “Aside from the fact that we risked both our lives, and you have to pay a heavy price, and I maybe got a little hot from all the activity…nothing.” “And when we touched…” He slides one arm around my waist and pulls me close as if we were alone and not in the Redemption parking lot where, no doubt, we are fueling the overactive gossip mill. “When I held you…nothing?” My cheeks burn at the memory. “A friendly hug.” “And back there in class…” His hips press up against mine, and his voice drops to a sensual growl. “When I had you underneath me with your hands pinned above your head totally at my mercy…nothing?” I open my mouth, but nothing is exactly what comes out. Zack responds with a satisfied grunt. “Something.” “Don’t let it go to your head.” I grit my teeth and look away. “It was a natural physiological response. I’m genetically programmed to be attracted to handsome, sexy men in peak physical condition. Survival of the species and that sort of thing.” He laughs, and oh God, I missed that deep, rich rumble that rolls right through me. “What about this?” He taps my head. “I’ve heard the brain can overcome basic instinct and genetic programming. Free will and that sort of thing.” “Yeah, well, it’s not working right now. I think it’s the gi.” Unable to stop myself, I run my hand along the edge of his gi, my fingers trailing over the hard muscles of his chest. “It’s…distracting.” His muscles tense under my touch, and a growl vibrates in his chest. “You’re distracting.” “We’re supposed to be keeping it professional,” I remind him, pulling my hand away. I watched his body change from boyhood through his gangly teen years and then fill out when he reached his early twenties. He was ripped back then in a way that made heads turn, but his muscles now are thick and hard, ripened by age and hundreds of fights. When I last saw him, there was still some boy left in the way he held himself, a slight unease with his body. But now, he is all confidence and power. Pure solid man. Zack grabs my hand and presses it against his bare chest, right over his heart. “You’re not making it easy. Your jealousy…knowing you care…feeling that connection… You don’t know what that does to me.” He is on me before I can part my lips, one hand firm around my neck, his lean, powerful body caging me against the car. His mouth claims mine, stealing my breath away with a kiss that sends a scorching wave of heat through my veins. “Professional means no kissing,” I say when he lets me up for air. Without thinking, I trace the edges of the scar on his forehead, a bitter reminder of Matt’s misdirected anger when Zack brought home his mangled bike. Zack covers my hand with his, trapping it against my cheek. “No kissing,” he agrees. “Unless you touch me, and then I can’t be held responsible for my actions.” “Fine. No touching.” I pull my hand away, pleased that we are setting out some ground rules so I don’t have to worry about wanting to tear his clothes off in the gym. His naughty hand skims the side of my face, his thumb stroking over the apple of my cheek as he tips my head back, forcing me to look at him. “I can’t train you if I don’t touch you, especially when we’re rolling on the mats like we just did in class.” “Okay. Professional touching. Nothing else.” He licks his lips like a predator about to feast. “Unless you want something else.” I press my lips together and scowl. “Stop qualifying everything. I know exactly what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work. You can’t seduce me, Zachary Grayson. You know exactly what professional means. Now let’s shake on it.” He cups my face between his hands and tilts my head back. “Kiss.” “You had your kiss—” Without warning, his hands drop to my hips, and he yanks me against him. His mouth crushes mine, and his tongue slides between my lips, touching, tasting, claiming. I startle at the urgency of his kiss, the raw heat, the fierce desire. I shouldn’t kiss him back, but I can’t resist the dark temptation, the firm hand that has found its way to my nape, holding me in place as he coaxes me open for the slow, relentless possession of my mouth. Blood pounds in my temples, my hunger for him raw and wild. My hand slides up his chest and over his shoulder. I pull him closer, my fingers clutching the soft, silken strands of his hair. My heart pounds in my chest, and the world shatters around me.
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Is there an equation for the perfect hookup? Turns out it’s a lot more complicated than one plus one. . . . Sophie: Numbers are my comfort zone, which explains why my sex life is a big fat zero. Then again, if I’m smart enough to earn a PhD, why can’t I calculate a way to get a guy into bed, just to see what all the fuss is about? With my prima donna sister, Bella, getting married in Maine, I figure her wedding is the perfect opportunity for my little experiment. And Cain Jordan seems hot enough—he’s certainly drunk enough—to show me what I’ve been missing. Judging by the body of evidence, it’s a lot. . . . Cain: Being stuck in the same town as my lying SOB twin brother, Christian—who may or may not be the father of the son I’m not allowed to see—is a hell of a reason to drink myself silly after the lobster boat docks each day. Any port in a storm . . . But Sophie’s different. She doesn’t play around. And she’s becoming a habit I don’t want to break. Because the smartest woman I’ve ever met is also the sexiest—and the only one who makes me want to change. Don’t miss Bella and Christian’s story in The Breakup! Get your hands on THE HOOKUP for $1.99 now for a limited time!
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