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West Calloway is rich, arrogant, and my brother’s best friend. Now we’re faking a relationship in public… while he gives me dating lessons in private. When a stalker forces me out of my apartment, my brother insists I stay somewhere safe—in his best friend’s legendary estate. With the tall, handsome, frustrating man I once had a silly crush on, while he never liked me. But then West suggests we fake date to send a message: I’m taken and well protected. I agree on one condition… he helps me practice real dating. I don’t know how to date, and West doesn’t do love. It’s perfect.

The mysterious stranger I spent an unforgettable night with is the billionaire who ruined my life… and now I have to live with him. He's all green eyes, mussed hair and a dirty mouth. He’s good at strip poker, and even better at what comes after. Two weeks later, I walk into a meeting in LA with the subject of my next memoir... and it’s him. Aiden Hartman. My hot one-night-stand, and the billionaire owner of Titan Media, the company that ruined my life and made me change my name. Now I need to spend two months at his side or risk losing my next contract.

Thinking outside the box resulted in the best night of my life. Until I discover the man I spent it with is my new boss. Attending a secret party where clothes are optional wasn’t a life goal of mine. But when the exclusive invitation ends up in my mailbox by accident...well. Who wouldn't be curious? It's not like I'm going to do anything. The handsome stranger I meet has different plans. One glance across the crowded party and an hour later we're stretched out on silk. No names and no regrets. But I’d forgotten there’s always a price to pay for pleasure.

Er hat grüne Augen, zerzaustes Haar und ist verdammt gut im Strip-Poker – und in dem, was danach kommt. Zwei Wochen später sieht Charlotte ihn wieder: Aiden Hartman. Jetzt soll sie als Ghostwriterin zwei Monate mit ihm verbringen, um seine Memoiren zu schreiben – in seiner Villa in Bel-Air. Charlotte begleitet ihn zu Premieren, trägt Designerkleider, schwimmt in seinem Luxus – doch er lässt sie nicht an seine Geheimnisse heran. Die beiden liefern sich Wortgefechte, spielen Machtspiele, reizen sich bis aufs Äußerste.

My billionaire boss is the absolute last person I’d marry. Until a deal with the devil forces me down the aisle...ready to say yes to the boss. I once compared Victor St Clair to Satan, but that’s unkind. Even the devil treats his demons better than St Clair treats me. I know his schedule by heart. He can’t remember my first name. So when he calls me into his office, I’m expecting another rant. Instead he says he needs to get married to inherit the St Clair fortune. Oh, and the kicker? He wants to marry me. His assistant.

Fake dating my billionaire boss to get revenge on my ex? Yes please. But falling for him? That’s something I vowed never to do again.

Carter Kingsley: My savior and ruthless corporate raider hell bent on destroying the newspaper I love. Oh, and my new boss. His first order of business? Cut half the staff. I should hate him. Easy, right? Wrong. I met him two weeks ago, when he saved me from the most awkward first date of my life. I was looking for a way out when he strolled up in a ten-thousand dollar suit with a winning smile, and told a white lie that turned the date from hell into heavenly bliss.

I meet a handsome man at the bar, the kind you only dream about. You know the one? He drinks his whiskey neat and power oozes from his suit-clad form. The night we spend together is perfect - I’ll treasure the memory for as long as I live. Until I discover who he is. My one-night stand. Correction: my rich, handsome, calculating one-night stand. I hate his determination and his ruthlessness. I hate the way he smirks and the thick fall of his hair. But most of all, I hate that I can’t look at him without remembering our night together - a night he’s keen to repeat.

My rule is to never fall in love with a client. His rule? To never fall in love at all. I work at an elite matchmaking company. A failing one, to be honest. We’re near bankruptcy when billionaire Anthony Winter invests. It’s only business for him - he doesn’t believe in the company’s mission. No, Anthony tells me true love is a lie and our clients are delusional. He’s a cynic in a thousand-dollar suit. He’s also a challenge I can't resist. We make a bet. I have three dates to prove our service works. Three dates to set him up with the woman he never knew he needed.

I thought I was used to pain. Harper dated my best friend for years, and I was going to be the best man at their wedding. Until she blows up the engagement and shows up in London with a new job. Being friends never worked for me. That’s why I moved away. But here I am, unable to resist her again. And when I see the tiny, unsafe apartment she’s renting? I insist she move into my giant Kensington townhouse. Roommates. Should be fine. Or not.

House-sitting a mansion for the summer sounds easy, right? Until my rich single-dad neighbor catches me in a compromising position. Hint: I’d just taken off my bikini top. He’s billionaire Ethan Carter, a living legend in the tech world and father to two adorable little girls. Oh, and he’s the kind of ruggedly handsome that belongs in a calendar with firefighters and puppies. “Welcome to the neighborhood,” he says, grinning. The catch? He can afford to live here—I can’t.

The first time I meet Liam again after 15 years, I ruin his suit with marinara sauce at a fancy party. I’m the caterer, he’s the guest. It’s only mildly humiliating. But the second time I see him? That’s when he pops the question all girls long to hear. Will you be my fake fiancée? Apparently, he needs to shed his playboy image and fast. In exchange for my help, he vows to make my cheating ex jealous, showing up to my job with roses in hand and crooked smiles.

Julian Hunt is a legend. A tech billionaire and a playboy philanthropist. He’s not someone you meet, not without a six-month wait. Except I did—and not in that sweet, meet-cute kind of way. I wish. No, I manage to run head-first into Julian Hunt in a nightclub. It’s the spill-my-drink-over-his-suit kind of headfirst, the break-my-heel kind. But the arrogant bastard doesn’t leave. No, he carries me to my car. He implies that I fell on purpose to catch his attention—how dare he!—and after I’ve chewed him out, he asks for my number. I don’t expect to see him again.

My brother’s billionaire best friend is my new boss. The same man who’s hated me for years, you ask? Yep, the very one. Nicholas Park has the worst reputation in the city. He isn’t a man you befriend—trust me, I’ve tried. No, he’s made it crystal clear what he thinks of me. Vain. Spoiled. Undeserving. I could probably continue, but then I’d have to ask Nick for his list, and he’d say no.

Gabriel Thompson and I are like oil and water. Our New York families control two of the nation’s largest companies and the business rivalry is decades old. We’ve carried the torch ourselves since childhood. But then we bump into each other after a conference in Vegas. Drinks are involved, and he utters the three little words I can’t resist. I dare you. The next morning we wake up hungover, late, and worst of all, married.

It's been two years since the end of The New York Billionaires. The five couples are all busy enjoying the holiday season. Who's been naughty or nice? What secret has Audrey been keeping? And what on earth do you give Victor St. Clair for Secret Santa?

Being forced to move back to my hometown after a decade away is embarrassing, but I'll do anything to protect my little girl. I'll even wait tables at the elite Yacht Club… now owned by the boy I once had a huge crush on. He's grown up and claimed his rightful place as King of Paradise Shores. Parker Marchand was a star athlete and professional sailor who never looked at me twice. He's strong, and steady, everything my abusive ex wasn't, but I'm a struggling single mom and a professional screw-up. What could we possibly have in common?

He offers me the position of his personal assistant. Is it the job I want? No. But his firm is brilliant, and I'm determined to work my way to the top. Nothing will stand in my way, not even an inconvenient attraction to my new boss. He's competitive, ambitious, harshly good-looking. His new favorite sport is challenging me—my limits, my wits. The chemistry between us soon sizzles and burns. Lines get blurred. Boundaries are crossed.

When Eden dumped her cheating ex before the wedding, the last thing she expected was to go on their tropical honeymoon alone. But with no refunds possible, she packs her budget guidebook and broken heart, and sets off.

Isabel is fifteen years too young, too kind, and far too attractive for this to be anything but a problem. Nannying requires her to move in, living close enough to reach out and grab... Not that I would. I’m old enough to know better. She’s a professional ballerina recovering from an injury, and I’m the CEO of a multibillion-dollar conglomerate. She needs a job. I need a nanny. It’s a simple win-win.