Manhattan Nights

Today, I broke that vow. In my defense...I never thought I’d see him again. But when my first night in NYC doesn’t go as planned, I find myself walking into his tattoo shop, the memory of our lost romance still singed on my skin. Brett Jackson is trouble. And I know it. I follow all the rules. He breaks them.He’s forbidden - all wrong for me. I just wish crossing the line with him didn’t feel so right.

Of all the names I’ve been called in Manhattan, “good guy” has never been one of them. But that’s what I have to become the day my father’s law firm, sexy lawyer Violet Keats, a salacious scandal, a hot new court case, and one unlucky bet fall into my lap. Being “the boss” has never been harder. Being office enemies with Violet Keats? Never hotter. But then one night - and one gamble - change everything. I guess earning that “good guy” title is going to be much harder than I thought....

Every city hides a few sins. In Manhattan, what I did to Jesse Somerset was mine. Five years ago, I spent the night with my brother's best friend. Only my brother doesn't know it. Now he's back in my life...and in need of a phony wife. And I know I'm going to sin again....

I wish someone would have warned me about my best friend, Deacon Cross, when we were nine...because nearly 16 years later, the only man I’ve forbidden myself to cross that line with still doesn’t understand my rules of friendship. Best friends aren’t supposed to kiss. They’re not supposed to dream of having insanely hot sex while working together either. And they’re definitely not supposed to keep secrets. And now I wish I had warned myself about this two days ago. Right before Deacon kissed me for the second time. And all of the rules changed....

There's nothing sweet about the vengeance I want against Sophia Somerset. When that quick-tongued waitress, with more curves than the real-estate market, makes off with my most prized possession - and the only item saving my company from collapse - payback is the only goal I have planned...at first. My only saving grace? The note she left behind. And my proof. The problem is that I can’t stop thinking about the adorably haphazard thief. Taking my revenge against Sophia may not be sweet. But it sure is sexy.

I walked away from my billion-dollar inheritance. But I guess I didn’t walk far enough...because yesterday my inheritance came back to me. In order to claim it, I need to find a fake fiancée to satisfy my family’s demands. That’s where my tyrannical, uptight boss Nancy comes in - a royal pain in the seat of the secondhand jeans I’ve worn since the day I became her bartender. The truth is I’ve been lying for seven years. I figure I can lie for one more weekend. But what I can’t lie about is how I’ve started to see the usually buttoned-up Nancy in a whole new light.