Pretend & standalone romances

**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?

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.

Now an Amazon Top 50 BestsellerI 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.

**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.

Hate me, or love me. The three books in this box set each illustrate how fine a line it is...

Savage Love: I hate him. He’s made my life a living hell every day since we were five years old. When the perfect job opportunity presents itself, I’ll do anything to get it, even if it means having to compete with him for it. I will crush him, even if my body has other ideas.

Not Sorry: To Sean Burrows, I am writing to inform you that I would like to apply for the management position. I have attached my resume. P.S. I’m sorry for kissing you on the lips when I first met you.

Finding Perfect: I want the perfect man, and Ace Knight isn’t him. He’s a foul-mouthed, pothead, tattooed bastard. But he thinks I’m the perfect woman for him, so he made me an offer I can’t refuse. I need the money. But what if he expects me to sleep with him? I can’t. I won’t.