"Hate sex with the maid of honor at my best friend's royal wedding . . . I blame the vodka.
Or maybe it was seeing how damn good she looked in that dress. The way it hugged every curve and accentuated her best assets. I definitely won't admit it might be because seeing the prince find his own princess means I'm going to be alone.
Something that has terrified me since being orphaned. Grandmother is the only family I have left in this world. And losing myself in the woman who drives me absolutely mad was an easy escape from that reality.
Only now, when I fled to the one place I can find solitude to wallow in my misery . . . She shows up. And walks right in on me getting off to the memory of being inside her.
I didn't think things could get any more complicated. But I was wrong.
Too many things have been hidden and left unsaid. Finding the truth is only the beginning . . . Things are about to get royally complicated.
Contains mature themes."
"Sex on the beach with a smoking hot stranger . . .
I blame the tequila. And the way he rode the waves like he owned them. And the delicious way the water trickled down over his washboard abs and the V thingy. And the fact that I'm on the trip that was supposed to be my honeymoon until I caught the bastard cheating.
Yeah, I'm going to blame it on all that. Because reckless behavior is so not usually me. But surfer god Fyn is a breath of fresh air I so badly need. A break from reality of the world around me. One he seems to need, too. It's a single wild moment in my otherwise structured life that seems to be crumbling.
A perfect snapshot in time . . .
Until the royal guard shows up looking for him. Turns out the king of the waves is actually a prince. A real one next in line for the throne. And I just banged him on the sand.
People say a one-night stand can be good for you, especially after a break-up. I'm starting to question that advice. Because finding my prince is only the beginning . . .
Things are about to get royally complicated."
"Two hearts. One snowstorm. A second chance at love.
Penelope
Swirling snow may have stranded me at this tiny airport in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Eve, but it has nothing on the storm raging inside me when he walks into the terminal.
Artemis Warren.
My first love and the man who shattered my world.
I thought I locked my feelings for him safely away in the past, but one look is all it takes for me to drown in his icy blue eyes again.
So much time has passed.
I’m no longer that naïve teenager standing on a beach, wishing the boy would choose me.
Now, I’m hiding a secret that could unravel both our lives.
Artemis
The emergency landing in Nowheresville is more than an inconvenience.
It’s a disaster.
The annual family holiday party in NYC was my chance to make the statement I’ve been dreaming of for so long.
Now, all my best laid plans will have to wait until I can get out of here and back to civilization.
Nothing can salvage this day.
Yet seeing Penelope Barnes again turns this bad situation into the opportunity of a lifetime.
Reuniting with the only woman I’ve ever loved would be the ultimate Christmas gift.
But how can I heal the old wounds and/or fit into the new life she created?
When temperatures drop and snowflakes fly, can love find a way to weather the storm for the ultimate Christmas miracle?"
"Wanted: one bride for marriage to billionaire heir at New Year’s Eve wedding. Submit resume and photo to INEEDAWIFE@wannamarryabillionaire.com
ARCHIMEDES
All I want is to be CEO at Warren Enterprises Worldwide, but the newly revised Warren Trust makes it clear …
I won’t inherit the company or the family fortune unless I’m hitched before the first of the year.
Too bad I don’t have a girlfriend or fiancée.
What I do have is charm, dashing good looks, a prestigious lineage, an email address, and a faithful assistant willing to help me sort through all the applicants.
But the longer we spend weeding out the duds, the more I appreciate the woman in front of me.
Too bad Blaire doesn’t fit the requirements for a Warren bride.
And one way or another, this New Year’s Eve, I’ll be kissing my wife at the stroke of midnight.
BLAIRE
Helping my hot boss find a bride isn’t really part of my job description.
It’s busy enough around the office during the holidays without having to comb through applications from vapid bimbos who only want the Warren money.
But Archie needs my help, and I’m hopeless to deny him when he flashes me that panty-melting grin and sings my praises.
He says I’m invaluable.
As an employee … or more?
Because with every moment we spend together planning his loveless New Year’s Eve wedding, my heart inches closer to falling in love with him.
Holiday miracles are the things of fairy tales, but this New Year’s Eve, one might be found in the place they least expect it."
