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Ces trois patrons milliardaires sont riches, séduisants, et sulfureux. Dommage quils soient aussi tyranniques ! Les amateurs de romance vont dévorer ce coffret pimenté, par lautrice à succès Leslie North ! Dans Monsieur Grincheux, Kaitlyn, la nourrice, déteste son patron. Il est grincheux, brusque, et malpoli. Seulement, il est aussi très, très canon, et père dévoué dune petite fille adorable. Jamais Kaitlyn navouerait être attirée par lui. Mais elle ne devrait pas parler trop vite

Stephen Maxfield has the chance to save the business his father built, and only one woman stands in his way. With Duncan Enterprises crumbling, Stephen Maxfield knows that a lucrative building contract could be the ticket to saving the family company. He’s always been regarded as the unpredictable brother, and this time is no different. He’s prepared to do what he thinks is right—even if it means ousting his own father. Stephen faces another obstacle, however, in the form of Angelia Lopez, the gorgeous Duncan VP with her own plans to save the company.

Green architect Nathan Maxfield has always gone his own way. At 26, he’s been happy to let his older brothers take charge of their father’s construction company while he focused on environmentally friendly pursuits. With the business rebounding after a series of setbacks, now it’s up to Nathan to prove his worth. He’ll have to tame his risk-taking style to please a conservative new client, but he soon realizes his work will put a beautiful young mother in jeopardy.

Middle brother Gabe Maxfield has always been the dutiful son, working hard for his father’s construction business. He has no time for a personal life, and with Duncan Enterprises in trouble, he’s under more pressure than ever. An environmental group is targeting them and it’s up to Gabe to intervene. Making matters worse, the woman at the head of the protest is his brother’s radical yet captivating ex-girlfriend.

Je dois vous avouer quelque chose. Je déteste les enterrements de vie de jeune fille. Une nuit à boire avec pailles en forme de bites, à danser maladroitement et à s’entendre répéter « Ce sera bientôt ton tour, Kaitlyn ! » Surtout quand ladite nuit a lieu dans ce club ultra branché de Miami, exactement le genre d’endroit où je n’ai pas ma place. Vous vous dites que ça ne peut pas être pire ? Entre M. Grand, Ténébreux et « Je ne savais pas que les gens pouvaient être aussi beaux. » Le grincheux par excellence. Même ses sourcils froncés ont les sourcils froncés.

Piper Doyle doesn’t hold grudges—until sexy perfume mogul Vincente Forde crashes his flashy car into hers. Everything about him screams entitled bosshole! Then the sculpted devil offers her a deal she can’t refuse. He only needs two things in return: access to a rare perfume ingredient and a fake girlfriend. Piper wants absolutely nothing to do with him. At first. But before long she starts wondering if she’s the only one wishing their fake relationship was real.

Il a suffi que je m’allonge une seconde… Quand je rouvre les yeux, je tombe nez à nez avec le visage bien dessiné, et très contrarié, de mon client milliardaire Théo Barnes. Si je suis Boucle d’Or, alors lui est aussi mal léché que trois ours réunis. J’étais surmenée. Je devais jongler entre photographier ses yachts et travailler sur mes autres projets. Ajoutez-y un lit moelleux sur l’un de ses yachts, et vous m’avez perdue. Je pensais être sur le point d’être licenciée. Sauf que nous sommes au beau milieu de l’océan, et qu’il me regarde comme si j’étais la pièce manquante du puzzle.

La première fois que j’ai rencontré Noah Parker, il m’a demandé si j’étais escort. Apparemment, quand on est un agent sportif milliardaire, c’est normal de trouver des inconnues à moitié nues dans sa chambre d’hôtel. C’est pourquoi je lui ai lancé mon talon aiguille à la tête. Ne vous inquiétez pas, il va bien, il a de bons réflexes. N’empêche, il a fait irruption dans ma chambre — prétendant que c’était la sienne — et refusait d’en sortir. J’ai fait pareil.

Liam Lockhart avoids attachments, feelings, and anything he can't control—including me. He's a decade older, my brother's best friend, and so emotionally unavailable he might as well be a locked file marked Do Not Open. Two years ago, we kissed—hard, hot, unforgettable—until he shoved me away like I was a mistake he couldn't afford. So I did what any heartbroken writer would do: I turned him into the villain of my webcomic. Broody, smug, infuriating—and totally based on Liam. I thought I was subtle. I wasn't. Too bad he can't do anything about it.

Born into a Russian Mafia family, Vlad Karev is no stranger to violence…but this time it’s personal. Someone has murdered his father and Vlad can’t rest until he finds the killer. When the trail leads to an art gallery, Vlad wants to dig deeper, but he needs help from the owner’s daughter. The pretty redhead is far too innocent for a man like Vlad, but he’ll do what it takes to get the information he needs. His obligations are to the family, even if that means using the fiery woman.

Man sagt, dass Diamanten die besten Freunde einer Frau sind. Aber der Typ, der diese Diamanten verkauft? Er ist mein schlimmster Feind. Ich brauchte genau 0,1 Sekunden, bis ich anfing, Cameron O'Connor zu hassen. Ich bin spät dran für ein Vorstellungsgespräch und es scheint wie der Wink des Schicksals, als ein Taxi vor meinem Wohnhaus hält. Bis mir dieses mürrische, griesgrämige und unglaublich attraktive Bosshole den Wagen stiehlt.

Former Russian mobster Maxim Karev is a man with something to prove. His father’s been murdered and even his own brother thinks he’s guilty. To clear his name, Maxim has to return to the organization he left behind. He likes to work alone, but this time an FBI agent leaves him little choice—either she goes in undercover with him, or Maxim can rot in jail. One thing’s for sure—he’s not going down for a crime he didn’t commit. If playing with the beautiful agent is what it takes to prove his innocence, Maxim is prepared to go the distance. FBI agent Savannah Casillero never backs down.

Rare bookstore owner Dmitry Karev left the Russian Mafia behind when his wife died, but there’s too much at stake to keep his back turned any longer. His father is dead and his brothers may be next. Someone’s been leaving Dmitry clues about the killer, but he never expected his informant to be a bombshell like Harper Allen. Now the curvy computer expert is testing not only Dmitry’s methodical nature, but his self-restraint as well. But with his family’s lives in the balance, Harper may be the best chance Dmitry’s got to catch a killer.

Born into a Russian Mafia family, Vlad Karev is no stranger to violence… but this time it’s personal. Someone has murdered his father and Vlad can’t rest until he finds the killer. When the trail leads to an art gallery, Vlad wants to dig deeper, but he needs help from the owner’s daughter. The pretty redhead is far too innocent for a man like Vlad, but he’ll do what it takes to get the information he needs. His obligations are to the family, even if that means using the fiery woman.

Die Reinigung von Fußböden bei Branson Designs war nie Teil meiner Karrierepläne. Auch nicht, dass ich den CEO fast mit einem Mopp enthauptet hätte. Natürlich wusste ich nicht, dass er der CEO war – mein Verstand registrierte nur „Eindringling“ und „heiß“. Vielleicht nicht in dieser Reihenfolge. Darf ich Ihnen James Branson vorstellen: wahnsinnig heiß, obszön reich und so charmant wie eine Tür, die Ihnen vor der Nase zugeschlagen wird. Er ist der König der High Fashion. Und anscheinend auch da, um mir den Tag zu versauen.

Per la maggior parte della vita di Laila Diaz, niente è andato come previsto. La situazione, però, sta finalmente migliorando. Nel suo ultimo giorno di lavoro per i servizi sociali, ha in programma di accompagnare un bambino orfano dal suo nuovo tutore legale, il burbero miliardario scozzese Marcus Campbell.

The first time I met Noah Parker, he asked if I was an escort. Apparently when you’re a billionaire sports agent, finding strange half-naked women in your hotel room is…normal? That didn’t stop me launching a stiletto at him. He’s fine—good reflexes. Still, he walked into my hotel room—claiming it's his—and has no plans on leaving. Neither do I. Which is how I end up sharing a bed with Mr. Jerk. Platonically…more or less. Nothing happened, I just might have had a few naughty thoughts and some very pleasant dreams. He’s hot, all right? A hot jerk.

I have a confession. I hate bachelorette parties. A night of awkward dancing, penis-shaped straws and being told “you're next, Kaitlyn!” Even worse: It's hosted at a super swanky Miami club where I stick out like a sore thumb. Couldn’t get any worse, right?

Helden fahren normalerweise keine schäbigen Pickup Trucks oder brechen Frauenherzen. Doch Macy Joyces Held, Garrett Grayson, ist in beiden Punkten schuldig. Macy braucht keinen Helden in ihrem Leben, nur jemanden, der ihr bei der Rancharbeit zur Hand geht und herausfinden kann, wer ihre Zäune durchschneidet und Steine durch ihr Fenster wirft. Garrett hat gerade Urlaub von der Armee und nimmt sich des Problems an. Die Frage ist nur, ob Macy damit umgehen kann, dass ihr Puls jedes Mal zu rasen beginnt, wenn sie ihn sieht.

Kein Mann sollte beim Ausmisten einer Pferdebox so sexy aussehen wie Trey Cantor. Aber es gab auch keinen anderen Mann, der so war wie er.