STANDALONES
Pretend I’m Yours
I'm a twenty-two-year-old virgin. Tonight that changes. I thought my first time had to be magical. The perfect date. The perfect place. The perfect guy. I thought I wanted to be in love. But now, I'm desperate. I'll take any guy as long as he's decent looking and treats me well, at least for the night. Turns out Mr. Perfect isn't so hard to find. He's hot, dreamy, and filthy rich. And he wants me. Sex with him is going to be better than I ever imagined. He's going to ruin me for all other guys. I know that it is just for one night, but it doesn't matter. I'm happy to get my perfect night. One night isn't enough, for either of us. Because Mr. Perfect just fake proposed to me. And he wants this proposal to last a lot longer than one night. Will you pretend to be my wife?
PRETEND WE’RE OVER
I’m not looking for a date. I’m definitely not looking for a husband—just one night of passion. I’m in Vegas, after all. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. So how did I end up with a giant rock on that finger, you ask? Your guess is as good as mine. Now I’m stuck fake married to the biggest self-centered jerk I’ve ever met. We agree to keep the charade going for six months to protect our pride and dignity. We have six months to convince everyone we aren’t meant to be. Should be easy. I’m sweet, kind, fun Millie. He’s cynical, self-absorbed, loner Sebastian. We don’t belong together. Convincing everyone we’re married is the easy part. Convincing everyone we’re over—that’s proving more difficult. Convincing myself that we’re over is proving hardest yet. I just have to remember that it was all pretend from the start. We were never together. Pretending we’re over is just going back to my life before. But what if I don’t want to keep pretending?
Pretend We’re Over is a standalone fake marriage spinoff featuring Sebastian from Pretend I’m Yours.
HATE ME OR LOVE ME
Contemporary Romance Box Set
Includes 3 Standalones: Savage Love, Not Sorry, and Finding Perfect
Savage Love
**Now a Top 100 Amazon Bestseller** I hate him. He's made my life a living hell every day since we were five years old. We've been enemies since the day he cut off my pigtails in first grade and I retaliated by drawing on his face with a sharpie. Our hate of each other grew stronger as we got older. We grew more savage in the way we dealt with each other. We broke bones in fights, sabotaged each other's dates, and ruined any chance each other had at happiness. We went our separate ways after college. I never thought I'd have to deal with that asshole again. But I'm out of a job, so when the opportunity to compete for one of the highest profile PR jobs presented itself, I jumped at the chance. Even if it means I'll have to compete with Carter for the job. I'll be more than happy to crush him on the way to my dream job. I'm willing to do anything, savage things, to ensure I win. There's just one problem. I forgot how much my body betrays me every time I see Carter. Because despite all the horrible things he's done, it doesn't stop me from wanting to do naughty, unthinkable things with him. Will my savage heart be enough to resist his charms?
not sorry
To Sean Burrows,
I am writing to inform you that I would like to apply for the management position. As an assistant, I know I have limited qualifications, but I am loyal and have been an assistant here for almost five years.
I apologize for the initial meeting where I was late in picking you up from the airport, spilled coffee on you, and introduced you incorrectly, among other things. I know I did not make a great first impression, but I need this job. No one should still be an assistant when entering their thirties.
I have attached my résumé. I'm sorry for taking up so much of your valuable time.
Thank you for your consideration,
Olive Porter
P.S. I'm sorry for kissing you on the lips. I really was trying to kiss you on the cheek. I was told you were European, so I was trying to make you comfortable.
I was clearly wrong about both.
Finding perfect
Now an Amazon Top 50 Bestseller
I want the perfect man, and Ace Knight isn’t him. He’s a foul-mouthed, pothead, tattooed bastard. He may have saved my life, but he also cost me my nursing career with one smug kiss. Now I’m broke, homeless, and jobless. I wanted a man in a suit. Tall, dark, and handsome. Not broken, cursing, and cynical. Knight thinks I’m the perfect woman for him. Perfect to help him keep his ex-wife from inheriting his millions. I can’t refuse his offer. I need the money. But what if he expects me to…sleep with him. I can’t…I won’t…until he smirks and then I’m toast. I think I need a new plan. Bad boy + flawed girl does not equal perfect.
Too Much
**Now a Top 100 Amazon Bestseller** A romance that starts at the end, and ends at the beginning. He's not coming. He promised. He swore. He said he would always be here for me. Except this time, when I really need him to be here, he isn't. He isn't f**king here. Quinn met Hunter five years ago at age eighteen. It wasn’t love at first sight. In fact, it was the complete opposite. But they did make a promise that day. If times ever got sh**ty again, all either of them had to do was text each other for help. For five years, they had always been there for each other until…they weren’t.