SWEAT, a sexy new standalone from New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Deborah Bladon. Exercise is supposed to strengthen the body and clear the mind, right? Wrong. When I’m looking across the gym at a half-naked Smith Booth, it’s hard to focus on anything but his gorgeous face, piercing brown eyes and the way the sweat travels down his abs to his…. I can’t. If I didn’t already know Smith, I’d think he’s the hottest man on the planet, but we have a past. It’s not checkered. We didn’t have a sordid affair that ruined anyone’s life. He stole the only thing that ever mattered to me. Forgiving him is not an option. Apparently, avoiding him at my favorite gym isn’t either. I can hold a grudge forever, can’t I? I just wish my pulse didn’t race every single time he looks my way. \*Author’s Although a few characters from my past books make appearances in SWEAT, it’s not necessary to read any of my other books to enjoy SWEAT.

WORTH, a new standalone novel from New York Times bestselling author, Deborah Bladon. One month. One job. One opportunity of a lifetime. As a real estate broker in New York City, my life primarily consists of my work. I've been on the hunt for new clients, so when Julian Bishop, the CEO of Bishop Hotels, offers me the exclusive contract to sell all twelve residential units in his newest luxury hotel, I jump at the chance. The one condition is that if I can't find a buyer for the most expensive unit within thirty days, I'm out and another broker takes over. I need to ignore the fact that Julian and I have been dancing around our mutual attraction for more than a year. I can't focus on his chiseled jaw, his ocean blue eyes or what's under his three-piece suits. This is my once in a lifetime shot to make a mark on the Manhattan real estate market. I'm determined to concentrate on the job Julian hired me to do, but when he starts appearing around every corner, the line between business and pleasure blurs. His past won't let him go. My future is in question. I want it all, but I may end up with nothing at all.

I met Case Abbott when I was stepping out of the shower. I had a towel wrapped around me. He had his phone in his hand ready to call the police. I thought sneaking into my older brother’s Manhattan apartment to surprise him was a great idea. Except, I was the one who was surprised. Not only was my brother out of town, but he didn’t own the apartment. His best friend, Case, did and he had plans for the night that didn’t include me. After I packed up my things so I could check into a hotel, Case had a change of heart. He told me I could stay in his guest room until my brother came back. A week turned into two and then three and then more. I should have been hurrying back to my life in Seattle. Case was needed in California, where he lived most of the time. But our attraction was undeniable. My gorgeous temporary roommate proposed that we cross the line with the mutual understanding that when my brother returned to New York, we’d go our separate ways. We both knew that there was a risk that someone would get hurt. Neither of us could have predicted who that would be.