"They say you always want what you can’t have. He has it all. Except her." If anyone can pair a player with his soulmate, it’s me. Kennedy James, matchmaker elite. Turning pumpkins into six carat diamond rings and rich jerks into prince charming. Love is my business, and I’m damn good at selling it. Until I meet him. His expensive suit should have been my first warning. His wicked green eyes and panty dropping smile, my second. A good cupid knows when to trust her gut. And he had me feeling very, very bad.

"Nothing draws a good girl like a bad boy, and I like the worst of them." My life is perfect. At least, in my books and in my head it is. Reality, not so much. As a best-selling romance author, I expected more bulging biceps, hot dates, and happily ever afters. Instead, I’m faced with a revolving door of deadbeat boyfriends, swiping misfortunes, and failed relationships. So, of course the universe would send me pain-in-the-ass Carson Calloway in a moment like this—Mr. Sexy, Scandalous Crime Writer—not to mention, my childhood best friend who stomped all over my teenage heart and left it for dead ten years ago. What was supposed to be a week-long writing retreat to reignite my passion on the pages, is starting to feel like a massive game of chicken. I know better than to trust Carson’s wicked smiles. I know better than to give second chances. I know better than to fall for the bad boy…. again. But no one loves fixing a broken man like I do. And Carson knows all the secrets to drawing out this good girl’s bad behavior. (18+ due to mature content)

"Romance is dead, and that’s fine by me. After all, I’m in the business of heartbreak, and it’s booming." As one of Seattle’s top divorce attorney’s, I’m climbing my way up the corporate food chain one broken heart at a time. Lavish parties – check Hot dates – double check No strings attached – wouldn’t have it any other way Being a notorious heartbreaker has its perks. Until one too many drinks and a ring on my left hand changes everything. If only I stayed in. If only I stopped after the third shot. If only I said truth instead of dare.