Rule number one: Hands off my kid sister's best friend. Rule number two: See rule number one. Rule number three: Seriously, don’t even think about touching Luna. Luna is my new roommate. My very off-limits roommate. My gorgeous, feisty, painfully tempting roommate. I try to keep my distance. To ignore her soft laugh, her intense eyes, her sweet smile. And that groan, the one she makes over her morning coffee. All right, the sassy college student is driving me out of my mind.

Skye is my best friend. I trust her with my life. So, when she asks me to play her boyfriend, I say, "Hell, no!" Love screws everything up. And I’m not about to lose the only person who gets me. But Skye is determined. She’s bringing a fake boyfriend to her cousin’s wedding, with or without me. No way am I letting some other guy hold her, touch her, kiss her. It has to be me. It’s strange, smiling like I’m madly in love. 

Ariel wants me to get her pregnant. The old fashioned way. Three months of trying. Then we go back to our lives. It's a terrible idea. I should say no. I should convince her to wait for Mr. Right. But the geeky grad student is sure it's now or never. And I'm sure as hell not going to let her find someone else. The Baby Bargain is a stand-alone romance with a brooding alpha hero and a feisty math geek heroine.

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Dean Maddox spent high school pushing all my buttons. Seven years later, we're working together. So much has changed, but he's the same arrogant jerk with the same penchant for teasing me senselessly. I still want to slap the cocky smirk from his face. And tear off his clothes. And kiss him like the ship is going down. I hate him. I want him. I can't...no, I will stop thinking about him. 

Leighton is my best friend. My subordinate. My girlfriend. That's the story we're selling. To our co-workers. To our friends. To everyone who's anticipating the breakdown of the year at my ex's wedding. It's a terrible idea. Then Leighton slides her hands into my hair and presses her berry lips to mine. And all that wrong fades to right. I stop pretending. I forget the woman who broke my heart. I forget our rules. I forget I'll be lost without her. I kiss her back like I'll never get enough. I won't. But I can't risk losing my best friend. Even if she's the woman who might finally unlock my heart.

Emma Kane is my new roommate. My very off-limits roommate. My gorgeous, sassy, hot-as-hell roommate. I try to keep my distance. To ignore her soft laugh, her intense eyes, her sweet smile. And that groan, the one she makes over her morning coffee - alright, the feisty college student is driving me out of my mind. I can still keep my hands off her. I double down on my rules. Draw that line between friends and lovers. Then she presses her red lips to mine. And, suddenly, it’s obvious. There’s no way in hell I can resist her.

He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting. I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him. His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page - that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me. Naked. Ready. Waiting in his bed.

He'll dig her out of debt...if she agrees to his terms. Kat Wilder is struggling. She waits tables to support her little sister, but the money never goes far enough. She needs help, fast, or she's going to lose their home. Enter Blake Sterling. The tech billionaire offers Kat a lifeline. A million dollars for her hand in marriage. A million dollars to don designer dresses, smile at paparazzi, stare into his eyes like she's madly in love. As long as she keeps up the ruse, she secures her family's future.

She needs this opportunity. He needs her groaning his name. Lizzy Wilder is staying in New York City, whatever it takes. Her only hope is a programming internship at hot tech startup Odyssey. It's a perfect gig...until she walks into her boss's office and sees the man who shared her bed three months ago. Nick Marlowe is aloof, demanding, and sexy as sin. He's also devoted to following a strict set of rules. His rules. Work and life stay separate. Always. Yes, he craves the feisty brunette. He shudders every time she calls him sir. He daydreams about tying her to his bed.

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 you know how it goes. 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 friend too and has been for years, so it's easy to move on, especially since I have a high-profile business to run. 

Eve Miller is out of options. Between rent, and her sister's medical debts, she's drowning. She needs money, now, and she only has one card left to play. Her virginity. Ian Hunt has specific tastes. The feisty student is perfect. He has to have her. His offer is simple. Six figures. Thirty days. Him introducing her to every kind of pleasure. The British businessman is richer than sin and hotter than hell. He can have any woman he wants. Why her? And why is she desperate to fulfill his every desire?

It's supposed to be fun without strings, but resisting her is so damn hard. I'm good in bed, and I know what I want. So when a curvy grad student catches my eye, I do what I do best. I take her home. I kiss her hard. I - well, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. I don't expect to want more. But I do. Iris is smart, sweet, and innocent as hell. I need her as often as possible. We strike up an arrangement. There are three rules. All fun. No strings. No falling in love. But then I've never been very good at following rules.  

Donovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the suitcase exchange. Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark. He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee. Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. So what did I do to repay him for his kindness? I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him.

He's my best friend's brother. He's off limits. But when I find the brooding tattoo artist's sketchbook full of dirty drawings - drawings of me - I can't resist.