Never underestimate the power of a little black dress. Especially one as lucky as mine. Every time I’ve worn my favorite black dress, something good has happened. I’ve talked my way out of speeding tickets––and into a date with the cute cop––and I’ve found money on the ground, won cool prizes on the Las Vegas strip, and even got a cushy job with an even cushier paycheck. It’s my lucky dress, and in it, I can’t lose. Until I did. Thanks to an enthusiastic bidder at an art auction, the dress failed me when I needed it most. I disappointed my boss and got fired, even though it wasn’t my fault. It was his. The man who writes thirty-five million dollar checks for ugly, ridiculous paintings. Now, I’m unemployed, broke, and incredibly close to losing the life I’ve built for myself. When I score a job as an assistant to a billionaire casino owner, I’m over-the-moon happy. Hoping there’s still some luck left in my little black dress, I wear it on my first day to meet my new boss… Jared Hart. Owner and operator of The Black Hart Casino. And the insufferable, grumpy, gorgeous jerk who got me fired in the first place. I want to tell him to take his job and shove it, but I need the money. Plus, being his assistant might give me an opportunity to exact a little payback. Game on, sir. Oh, and I’m setting that dress on fire the first chance I get. Its luck has obviously run out. The Little Black Dress is a steamy romantic comedy with enemies who turn into lovers, lots of laughs, stellar friendships, and it brings all the heat. You might want to keep a fan nearby while you're reading.

What do you do when one of your best friends is unlucky in love? You become his wing-woman, obviously… Sam Simmons has quickly become one of my best friends. We were thrown together when our B.F.F.’s fell in love, and the connection was instant. He’s the yin to my yang. The peanut butter to my jelly. The chocolate to my bacon. Wait…what? Gross. Anyway, when Sam gets all misty-eyed over his sad, cobweb-filled dumpster fire of a love life, I devise a plan. We’ll go through his little black book––who knew there was an app for that?––and set up second-chance dates with each woman with whom he’s failed at finding love. I’ll be the ultimate wing-woman, a creeper who observes from the sidelines so we can figure out what he’s been doing wrong… But the plan backfires in a big way, and I’m falling for him. I want him, but if things go sideways, I could lose him, completely. What am I going to do now?

What’s the worst that can happen when you get tipsy and decide to sleep with your best friend’s brother? Well, I’m about to find out. Zeke Beckett has always been an enigma. Hot as sin and just as reserved, I’ve made it my mission to break him out of his shell. Or, at least, loosen his back door’s grip on the giant stick he’s got shoved up there. My attempts have always failed…until they didn’t. When a night of drinking ends in Zeke finding my hidden, secret tattoo, I realize there’s much more to him than meets the eye. But he wants to pretend it never happened, and makes me promise not to tell his twin sister, who happens to be my best friend. One of the two people on this planet to whom I can never lie. I manage to pull it off for a while, but then the unthinkable happens… Two little pink lines change everything, and I have no freaking clue what I’m going to do now.