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This single gal has had enough of the games, the BS, and the endless chase. I know what I want most, and it's not true love. It's a bun in the oven, and I'm not afraid to hit up my sex-on-a-stick coworker to do the job. Ryder is gorgeous, witty, and wild - and he's also a notorious commitmentphobe. That makes him the perfect candidate to make a deposit in the bank of me. I won't fall for him, he won't fall for me, and there's no way baby will make three. Right?

My former apprentice is the last person I want to work with. Ever. She still hates me since I fired her once upon a time. So when I’m forced to pair up with the wildly sexy brunette every day on the most important custom car build of my career, we spend our days firing snark and sarcasm at each other in the garage. Too bad watching her work automotive wonders with a wrench is doing something to me.

Let's say there was this guy. And he gave you the most mind-blowing night of sex in your life. And you never saw him again. Until 10 years later. Now, it turns out he's the only one in all of Manhattan whose restaurant is available for my charity's event. The trouble is, he doesn't recognize me.

Ever notice that sometimes a guy will do something really stupid, like let the love of his life slip through his fingers? Yeah. I'm that guy. But the instant I run into her again I've got one goal and one goal only—a second chance. The plan? Go big or go home. Fine, at first glance, stripping naked at my ex-girlfriend's place of work might not seem like the brightest way to win her heart again. But trust me on this count—she always liked me best without any clothes on. And sometimes you've got to play to your strengths when you're fighting an uphill battle.

Fine, fine. Sharing an apartment with my buddy's smoking-hot and incredibly amazing little sister seems like a recipe for disaster. But I desperately need a place close to work, and I swear I’ll behave. How hard can it be to share 500 square feet with the brilliant, beautiful total firecracker who’s my good friend too? Please. It’s sooo easy to hang out with Josie every night, to test out her new brownie recipes after work, to shop for towels and banana hangers on weekends. Until one night when she asks if she can join me under the covers. Platonically, of course.

I’m a single dad raising my daughter and running a business, so it’s safe to say the last woman I should even think about is the nanny. And yet, sweet, sexy, funny Abby invades my dreams every night. She’s gorgeous, kind, and amazing with my kiddo. Oh, and she’s teaching me French to help me land my new business deal all while teaching my princess how to read. A smart man would stay far away. But every day I spend with her only makes me want her more.

I swear I’ve been a good boss. And a good boss resists his sexy, smart, and thoroughly charming assistant. But then, Natalie and I travel to Vegas for a job. Yeah, you've heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then she’s telling me she’s been crushing on me for months. Bam. All my resistance crumbles, and we’re testing the strength of the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don’t ask).

Look, it wasn’t even my idea. But that’s hardly an excuse for agreeing to teach my best friend’s little sister how to win a man. But like I was going to let some other guy in the city help the deliciously awkward and ridiculously sexy woman figure out the ways of men? My unquenchable (and very secret) desire for Harper aside, she’s my good friend too. What’s the big deal if I give her a fake (but it feels real) kiss on the street? Or if I help her learn how to dirty text?

In my defense, putting a fake ring on my best friend’s finger seems like a good idea at the time. My dad needs me to look like a committed guy to close a business deal, so what’s the harm in boasting to, well, everyone that I’m the marrying kind of man? Now, I just need my best friend to help me out and play my fiancée for the next week. Good thing Charlotte has her reasons for saying yes to my plan. Just as long as we agree to zero touching, and absolutely no feelings. I can do that no problem.

Dog trainer Cara Bailey wants to find “the one,” but fantasizing about her sexy-as-hell client, firefighter Travis Jansen, is getting in the way. Her only option? Get the confirmed bachelor out of her system - in every position possible - so she can settle down with Mr. Right. Starting right now. Travis doesn’t do relationships, so no matter how badly he wants the pretty little brunette, he keeps his distance. Until Cara goes and changes the game. She’ll fulfill all of his fantasies if he agrees to walk away when it’s over.

I swear I’m a good girl. I didn’t go to the exclusive, after-hours masquerade to kiss my dad’s best friend. I didn’t even know who the masked man was when he touched me like I was his every fantasy. But when I learn exactly how off-limits my new lover is, I do my best to avoid him the next time. Except, he has his sinful sights set on me, even when he discovers who I am. Just one time, he whispers. Then we’ll pretend this never happened.

My best friend is gorgeous, wildly successful, and loves to spoil me. He’s also sworn off love. Which is why Nate Harper is the perfect man to help me. I’ve spent my life being in control. Now I want to learn how to let go, and Nate decides he’s the only one who can teach me.

I didn’t know who the smoldering man in the expensive suit was that first night. Only that he was commanding. Intense. And exactly what I needed to forget my heartbreak. But there’s no forgetting him the next day when Jack Sullivan walks into my office. Philanthropic billionaire, brilliant businessman, my brand-new client…And off-limits in every possible way. We should have walked away. Instead, we made a new arrangement. Thirty nights. No promises. Just stolen moments in penthouses, in Paris hotel rooms, on Manhattan balconies.

Let me make a few things clear. I didn’t go to the wedding intending to dance with the best man, to dare him to show me a very sexy pic on his phone, or to accidentally kiss him in the hotel elevator after the reception ended. But things just happen at weddings. The next day, Crosby and I agree to put all those shenanigans behind us. The fun-loving, stupidly gorgeous, all-star baseball player might be my brother’s best friend, but he’s my good friend too and has been for years. I can't risk losing him, even though now I can't stop thinking about how I want him to be my first.

I really don't need a bodyguard—I run a small-town lavender farm, for bee's sake! But I'm getting one anyway since my identical twin sister just booked the movie role of a lifetime and it's being shot in my hometown. And guess who my new broody, tattooed protector is? None other than the guy I had a one-night stand with last month.

Why choose, when you don’t have to? – Die spicy Fake-Dating- und Sports-Romance von Bestsellerautorin Lauren Blakely. Als Trina von ihrem Freund betrogen wird, nimmt sie bei ihrem Auszug aus der gemeinsamen Wohnung nicht nur ihren über alles geliebten Hund Nacho mit, sondern klaut kurzerhand auch Jaspers VIP-Tickets für ein Meet & Greet mit den zwei heißesten Eishockeyspielern, die ihr jemals begegnet sind. Die Chemie zwischen Trina, Ryker und Chase stimmt sofort.

As the team’s publicist, I desperately need a football player to be the face of our charity calendar. Turns out our one-time party boy receiver Jones Beckett needs a savvy PR woman to manage his new good guy rep. Sounds like a simple give and take, even though I’ll be traveling around the country, snapping pictures of the sexy athlete holding rescue kittens and puppies. Still, I’m dedicated to my job, so I'll stick to my iron-clad rule—don't date a player. And never ever fall for one. No matter how charming, big-hearted and devilishly clever the man is.

Til mit forsvar skal det siges, at jeg blev ladt alene med en flaske whisky og en livslang trang til at beskytte min lillesøster. Resultat: en fuldemandsbesked om, at hendes spontane bryllup er en dårlig idé.Hvis bare jeg havde nøjedes med at sende den til min søster. Men nej. Jeg sendte den til både hende, gommen og hans superlækre forlover, så nu har jeg mest af alt lyst til at grave mig ned.Men jeg har et bryllup at planlægge, endda med selvsamme forlover. Og som om det ikke var nok, skal vi dele et lille gæstehusher i varme, fugtige Miami.

Vor acht Jahren hatte ich mit der immer fröhlichen und großherzigen Juliet eine heimliche Sommeraffäre. Danach trennten sich unsere Wege. Inzwischen spiele ich in unserem gemeinsamen Dating-Podcast ihren mürrischen Gegenpart. Als ein reicher Fan uns zum Dank ein charmantes Strandhäuschen in meiner Heimatstadt schenkt, fahren wir hin, um es zu renovieren. Und finden im ganzen Haus nur ein Bett vor. Unter einer verspiegelten Decke.

After the year I’ve had, the last thing I need is a hot, tattooed, rugged stranger distracting me from my job. But when the irresistible man I meet in a dive bar devastates me with a knee-weakening kiss, I throw caution to the wind and spend a scorching night in his arms on the beach.