For years, we never looked at each other like that. But in a single night, everything changed . . .
Some days, he's my worst enemy. Other days he's my best friend. Every day, of course, Adam Maxwell is my cocky prick of a boss, and for the past five years, we've been the official power duo at Engelman Sports, closing multi-million dollar contracts like LA's most well-oiled machine.
Honestly, we thrive on the daily love-hate. I call out his womanizing. He rags on my 'needy' fiance. And we carry right on. Because through thick and thin, our work dynamic has always stayed rock-solid. Fine-tuned to the kind of perfection you couldn't break if you tried.
Or so I thought.
Until one night. That was all it took to turn our worlds upside down. One weekend business trip and one birthday surprise gone catastrophically wrong. Long story short, Adam caught me exposed. I felt him aroused . . . And just like that the switch flipped on our dynamic.
For five years, Adam Maxwell and I were just friends. But now? We're anything but.
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He's ten years older. My brother's best friend. And for the next two weeks, he gets to have me in all the ways he's ever wanted.
Holland
The last time I saw him, he still called me kiddo. But fast-forward five years and more than a few things have changed. He's still Iain Thorn. He's still my brother's best friend and the painfully sexy man I clearly never stopped wanting. But me? Apparently, I've grown up in more ways than he can resist.
Iain
I'm going to hell for looking at her like this. She's too young for me. Too sweet and naive. She has no idea what I would do to her. But since the day she walked back in my life in that tight little dress, I've felt myself caving. I said I'd never in my life get involved with Holland Maxwell. But since I'm already going to hell, I might as well make it worth it.
Contains mature themes.
CALLUM
Lake and I never had a chance at normal. She was drop dead gorgeous from day one-our maid's granddaughter who became my mother's spoiled living doll. I hated that girl with all my heart and at the same time, I worshipped every inch of her skin, every word that she spoke. I lived for her and the twisted game of truth or dare we created to feed our f***ed up needs for shock, shame and one-upping each other. Lake was my drug, my bad lifestyle choice.
And I'd fallen in and out of love with her a thousand times till the day she disappeared.
LAKE
I know I ruined Callum Pike and going back to New York may be the worst decision I've ever made, which is saying a lot. But I'm willing to risk it. I never wanted to leave and now that I can, I'm going back-to be with the man I made, who made me. I know I screwed him up. I know he's hardened and become cold. I know the love we had is gone. But I need him now more than ever and no matter how much it hurts, no matter what kind of sick or satisfying way he decides to torment me, I'm going to fight through it.
I'm going to repent for the way I broke him and I'm going to find the Callum Pike I loved again-even if it tears me apart.
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He's the hottest player in Major League Baseball, the most notorious playboy in all of Manhattan . . .
And my fake fiance for the next three months . . .
I was drunk-dialing my ex the night I met him.
Six-three, sexy as sin, and so incredibly rude I could smack the asshole smirk right off his face. Long story short, we got off to a bad start. But when the tabloids interpret our sparring as Drew Maddox "groveling" with a "mystery brunette," his agent presents us both a proposal:
Shacking up as a couple this summer.
It's an alleged "win-win." I need to prove to my ex that I'm fine. Drew needs to prove to his team that he's stable. Thanks to his on-field brawling and never-ending lady drama, Drew Maddox has suddenly found himself on the trade block-which means he needs a fast, easy way to show the team that he's settled down.
Hence this fiance thing.
Our fights are real, our kisses are fake, and thanks to the nonstop heat between us, I'm starting to mix up all my signs. But whether it's real or fake, there's one thing I do know:
I'm already addicted.
Contains mature themes.
ALY
It's been twelve years since I've seen him, but loathing Emmett Hoult still runs in my blood. Thanks to the hell he wreaked on my teenaged life, I've avoided the prick like the plague. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and after a fire destroys my apartment during the most important week of my life, I'm suddenly as desperate as they come.
Hence the roommate situation.
It's his summer home. His family said he wouldn't be around. They said I'd never run into him.
But oh, did I run into Emmett Hoult.
And in the worst way possible.
EMMETT
I didn't expect to see her ever again, let alone the way that I did.
But now that she's back in my life, I'm not screwing things up. She still hates me-I know that-but it won't stop me from chasing the only two goals I've made for this summer.
Making things right.
And making her mine.
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What's ice-cold but hotter than hell? Rebounding with your ex's older brother, of course.
A perfect storm led me to this place. Ghosted by my fiance, I was suddenly broke, heartbroken and facing eviction. Enter Mason Leo, the six feet and two inches of pure muscle and arrogance I've hated with a passion since the day we met. The man is cocky, womanizing and ruinously gorgeous.
Worse than that, he's my ex's brother. And for the next two weeks, he gets to do with me as he pleases.
I'll explain.
With both our exes-wait for it-set to marry each other in St. Lucia, I've agreed to let Mason pay my debts so long as I play his date. My only job is to keep my clothes on while I get my closure. Because as much as I hate Mason Leo, the man is a walking sex god. And in the name of revenge, he gets to take me out, show me off-dress, touch and kiss me with those wicked lips. It's all for show, but every night in paradise with him brings more drinks, more drama and another temptation, so no matter what I do, I can't stop reminding myself this:
There's absolutely no good to come from f*cking my ex's brother.
No matter how good it'll feel.
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He was supposed to be my first and only one-night stand. He was definitely never supposed to become my boss. I had always been the good girl-the workaholic with every second of her life mapped out to a tee. Then I got trapped in an elevator with Julian Hoult. He was . . . irresistible. Sophisticated sex in a crisp white shirt. His voice alone dropped me straight to my knees. What was I supposed to do? Well . . . I can tell you what I was definitely not supposed to do. I was not supposed to run into him ever again. I was not supposed to be desperately unemployed, and I was definitely not supposed to accept his dirty little job offer. But I couldn't resist. As CEO of the Hoult Media empire, Julian will stop at nothing to get what he wants. So for his next venture with Manhattan's most lecherous billionaires, he's hired me to play the role of bait. And while my official title is that of Executive Assistant, my actual job requires low tops, tight skirts, and flaunting everything I've got till his clients are easy to bend-till they can barely think for themselves anymore. It's sleazy and wrong. Against everything I've worked for. But with Julian as my audience, I can't help but enjoy every second. Thanks to him, I'm embracing the bad, and I swear . . . I've never in my life felt this damned good. Contains mature themes.
I'll be the first to admit that I live at extremes. After going ten years locked in what felt like a dysfunctional marriage, I'm now decidedly boy-free. In nearly three years I've had no boyfriends, no flings, no dates and no sex. For the sake of my dream career, the sacrifice has been easy. At least it was. Until he came along. Lukas Hendricks. He's rude, gorgeous, arrogant-a stone-carved wall of muscle and distraction. He's everything I know to avoid but there's no avoiding your next-door neighbor. Oh yeah. The man now lives three steps from me and to make matters worse, he crashed into my life while I was relaxed in the tub-mortifying to say the least and it went something like this: I was exposed. He looked. He laughed. And then I locked myself out. In short, Lukas Hendricks was trouble from the start. And me? I was-for the first time in years-about to be screwed. Contains mature themes.
