A Fake Fiancée Romantic Comedy Standalone Billionaire businessman in need of a fake fiancée… It should be the easiest job ever for an out-of-work actress, right? All I have to do is pose as Grant Caldwell (the Third)’s fiancé for a fancy-pants weekend in the Hamptons. Easy. Wear designer clothing and sip champagne? Don’t mind if I do. Flirting with Grant? It’s so delicious I should be paying him. Nothing can go wrong as long as I can keep my hands off of him. But that’s the hard part. And I do mean hard. Because Grant is sexy. And bossy. And surprisingly sweet, a real rarity in his pretentious family. Oops. I’m not as good at faking it as I thought. Or maybe they call this method acting. Because it’s getting harder to figure out where my character ends and I begin… It just might be the role of a lifetime. Weekend Wife is a standalone romantic comedy with a sexy billionaire, a sassy heroine, and a Happily Ever After.

Every perfect rom-com has a twist that leads the heroine to her happily ever after. Me? Somehow, in any room full of Prince Charmings, I always manage to find the one frog. So this time, I’ve found my own twist. Four of my friends will each set me up. Four first dates. Four chances at my own happily-ever-after. My brother’s best friend even offered to watch my baby while I’m out finding true love. Only Maddox has seriously grown up since I saw him last. The guy next door now looks more like the guy on a magazine cover. He’s inked and sexy. Muscular. Utterly irresistible. And… big. Oh, and did I mention he’s now my roommate? Surely having a brother’s-friend-with-benefits won’t hurt my search for Mr. Right. Especially if he’s my fifth first date...

Admittedly, my first plan was a little crazy. I had forty days to execute it. Find a fake fiancé, move in with him, and convince the powers-that-be that we’re madly in love. Surely this British girl can sweet-talk a few American officials. Step One: the sexy, wealthy doctor I’ve been chatting up agrees to my plan—with a demand of his own. A baby. An actual ring. A for-real marriage and family. Turns out, there’s someone more bonkers than me. So Step Two: I now have forty days to convince my fake fiancé that we can’t be real. Because there’s no such thing as love at first sight—right?

When your enemy becomes your boss, tensions are bound to boil over… Arrogant, charming and sexy as hell, Master chef Sean Kincaid is legendary both in the kitchen and in the bedroom. So of course it only took five minutes for him to get me overheated. My temper that is. Because Sean Kincaid is my new boss. Who has strolled into my kitchen demanding I follow his rules. I don’t like taking orders from anyone but certainly not from a grumpy man who knows how to push all of my buttons. And when a Best Chef competition pits the two of us against each other, it’s either going to be a sizzler—or a recipe for disaster.

A surprise wedding at Christmas would be awesome if I hadn’t been planning to break up with the groom. Now I’m left running in a red gown and heels to escape the horror of an ambush wedding, and I’ve inadvertently trapped a hot man in a suit in the elevator with me. Only me. The woman with a permanent seat on the Hot Mess Express. Though the mystery man turns out to be a dream at hailing a cab and making a girl who’s down on her luck have a magical night in New York City. I wouldn’t mind a little makeout under the mistletoe. But when the ice skating is over will there be a future or a miss with fate? \\This is a holiday rom com prequel to the sexy and fun book Halftime Husband, featuring a grumpy boss and a heroine down on her luck.

Running into a man once is an accident. Twice is a coincidence. Three times makes it fate... right? Unless he is now your grumpy boss who holds the future of your fading dance career in his hands. And you hooked up with him when he was just a mysterious stranger rescuing you… My life is a hot mess. I’m Dakota Tanner and I speak before I think, I spend before I earn, and I live totally in the moment. Which is why I’m down and out in need of a major life makeover. Cue the hot guy who has it all together and makes my toes curl in bed. Who then disappears before I wake up. When he reappears five months later as head coach of a pro football team he wants a secret romance (aka a no-one-can-ever-know bangfest) while I’m a nanny for his wild-child daughters. I should say no. But he just might be my one true love… or my biggest mistake yet.