Showing results for "Playboy" in Romance

Older. Hotter. And way out of my league. Hannah Prescott has been my obsession since the moment she uttered those five simple words. She thinks she'll deter me by her dismissive attitude, but her words only spur me on. I love a challenge, and since Hannah is my literal dream girl, she's worth putting in a bit of work.

When I enter the Most Valuable Playboy charity auction, my goal is simple—be the player who goes for the most dough. But when trouble shows up at the auction, I need a whole new play. Enter Violet—she's my best friend's sister and she's my close friend too. With a smile as sweet as cherry pie and a mind that runs quicker than the 40-yard-dash, Violet saves the day with the highest bid.

Money or love? Which would you choose? You probably just answered the question in your head, thinking it's an easy decision. For me, it's not. Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot. I needed to go far away to think it through. As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation. Then, he left. I thought I'd never see him again. But fate had other plans. Surprise! He was the pilot of my flight.

With one glance at her in the club, I’m ready to claim her for the night. Dark, flowing hair. A smile that causes my heart to pound. Eyes that pierce my soul. And a perfect body that makes every part of me pulse. She’s addictive. Electrifying. Consuming. I’ve never wanted anyone more. Our eyes meet, but she looks right past me. She isn’t here for me. She’s here for the music. For the first time in my life, a woman makes me work for it. Her indifference fuels the fire inside me. The result? One night. No names. No introductions.

Chloe Jones is trying to put the scandal of leaving her Super Bowl legend fiancé at the altar behind her. There is no better way to escape than to turn her island honeymoon into a much-needed vacation with her girls. What she isn't expecting is to meet a hot stranger. Don't they say to get over someone you need to get under someone else? Chloe's ready for a fresh start. Shame her vengeful ex is making it difficult for her. That is until she lands the job of her dreams. She isn't expecting to come face to face with the hot stranger from her island escape—her new boss.

We were friends, she and I. Best friends. It was easy, simple, and comfortable; that was our dynamic. We had a system, an understanding, an unspoken arrangement. We were there for each other through thick and thin. We had an unbreakable bond. Nobody understood our friendship. Because a guy and a girl couldn’t just be best friends without emotions getting involved, right? Without noticing, everything shifted, and I was experiencing all these new feelings....

Arbon Academy was supposed to be a bright new start. An opportunity for greatness, and something an orphan girl could only dream of. For a while there, it seemed to be exactly that. But Violet's bright future is suddenly looking dim. Arbon Academy and Prince Alex are nothing but a facade. A trap. In a sinister world of ballgowns and backstabbing, of perfumes and politics, of indulgent parties and illegal sword fights, Violet now faces the biggest challenge of all: recovering her shattered heart from the prince who crushed it.

The Chandler Brothers from New York Times best-selling author Carly Phillips are back! The Bachelor: He’s got wanderlust and no intention of settling down. She’s home to stay and has put her bad-boy ex in her rearview mirror. The Playboy: He’s the town’s most popular playboy. She’s sworn off men and weddings for good. The Heartbreaker: He’s a loner who indulges in a one-night stand out of town. She’s a senator’s daughter who never expects to see her indulgence again.

I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me.

Whether in the court room or the bedroom, my reputation is well-earned. I'm either working hard, working out, or working my way into some woman's panties. Problem is, none of them share my particular kink, and I end up walking away unsatisfied. Until I meet her. She's a friend of a friend, which makes her off-limits until temptation takes me by the balls and I'm taking her up against a wall.

An innocent girl like Raelynn should’ve never tracked down Playboy. His name alone should’ve been a red flag waving in her face, but she needed help. A lady's man like Playboy should have locked the door on Raelynn the second she knocked. The way she looked at him like he hung the stars should have set him running, but he always took what he wanted. Raelynn is looking for a hero, not just a tumble in the sheets. Playboy isn’t anyone’s hero.

Charlie Hartley is the thing that addictions are made of. At least that's what I've heard from the parade of desperate women who've gone through his bedroom's revolving door. Brash and unapologetic, tattooed and insanely handsome. I'm sure there's a Charlie Addicts Anonymous meeting taking place somewhere in the great state of Illinois as we speak.

I've got a pretty great life, if I do say so myself. I made a fortune when I sold my tech start-up, and I've spent the years since partying, drinking, and inviting a parade of women into my bed. I should be happy, but I feel an annoying lack of fulfillment, and there's no way I'm going back to the work I did before. At a friend's party, I meet Marissa. We have hot sex against the door and agree to spend the weekend together. Just one weekend. I never expect to see her again.

Stella Price has always had a crush on her boss—even with his reputation of being the "Playboy Chef of New York." She gets to see another side to him outside of his celebrity persona. Stella's also a realist and knows nothing can ever happen between the two of them. Except everything changes that fateful day in Vegas when she nearly lost her life.

A recluse. A Billionaire. That's who I am. I haven't wanted or needed anything in a long time, especially not a woman. That is until my eyes lock on a beautiful woman who shines brighter than a diamond, standing on a platform, waiting for men to bid on her for a date as part of a charity auction event. It's something I wanted no part of until my business partner forced my hand. Now the only goal I have is to take what I want and what I want is Nessa Taylor. I'll make sure none of the vultures circling her get a chance. She's mine even if I have to play dirty to have her.

Lady Isolde Collingwood's future was happily secured until the man she intended to marry threw her over for another woman. Heartbroken and betrayed, she has every intention of running wild across London and setting polite society on its ear. But when she becomes embroiled in a scandal with a wicked earl, there's only one way to solve her latest dilemma if she wants to protect her sisters: marriage.

My fiancée is a dreary little mouse, and I have no doubt we’ll make each other miserable if we go through with our arranged marriage. But I can’t dishonor my grandfather’s dying wish. Which leaves me one choice — make my sweet fiancée so miserable during our engagement festivities that she calls it quits. Operation Prince Charmless will get her out of my hair. And then I'm back to Sexy Single Ruler business as usual. Or that’s the plan…. But my fiancée is feistier than I remembered. Sexier, too. Looks like the Royal Package and I are in for more than we bargained for….

Three things you should not do when you're a rookie, and the only female on the SDPD SWAT Team . . . 1) Take your hazing personally, 2) Let them see you sweat, and 3) Fall for your captain. Especially when your captain is the biggest playboy on the entire police force. I've managed to follow rules one and two with no problem . . . but the third one I’m having a little more trouble with. All I can think about is how I'd like to give him my V-card, giftwrapped with a big red bow on it which is such a bad idea because out of Rules One, Two, and Three.

Rule #1: Don't fall for your client. Ryder: This shouldn't be that hard. As the resident playboy at Heartbreakers Anonymous, I’ll be your perfect wedding date, but I keep it strictly professional. And I'm straight, so it's not like I’m interested in Quinn, my first gay client.

Luca Fritz was the worst sort of playboy,. I used to spend hours of my life dreaming of him. By 18 I’d all but given up my fantasy, set to go off to The Conservatory in London when fate stepped in with other ideas. That summer I was young. Innocent. And forbidden to him. I knew when we succumbed to the passion between us that he would ruin me. I wasn’t wrong. Four years later, fate decides to step in again. I’m offered my dream job as a first-chair cellist for the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Only I know what comes with it. Luca Fritz.