Wrong Number

A wrong number is supposed to be just that—a wrong number. Delete. Done. Do not continue to text. Do not flirt. A wrong number shouldn't be the first person on your mind in the morning, or the last at night...and you're definitely not supposed to talk them into buying a baby goat. Because that would be weird. When Zach Hastings and I get into a wrong-number mix-up, we don't follow the rules. We keep texting and flirting, because he's wicked funny and perfectly nerdy and a wonderful distraction. I'm not looking for love, and Zach definitely had the wrong number. But maybe... Maybe he's the right guy.

An alternate cover for this ASIN can be found here. Texting the wrong number never felt so right. It started with a not-so-innocent text that I'd meant to send to the guy I was casually dating. Things had been moving slowly, and I'd decided it was time to spice things up. Me: I need you to come over. I want to feel you inside me. Him: Who is this? Me: Indy. Who’s this? Him: Wrong number. Me: Oh crap. I’m sorry. Him: I’m not. What’s your address? Now, I have to decide whether I want to block him and text the guy I meant to in the first place. Or do something outrageously bold and tell him to come over. Me: . . .

It started with one drunk sext… And ended with my boss’s baby in my belly. I should’ve never sexted him. It was an accident. A mistake. I thought I was sexting a random number. But by the time I realized it was him… It was already too late. Because Damien Zaitsev isn’t just my boss. He’s my silver fox Bratva boss. And the devil in a designer suit. He’s the filthy rich billionaire driving me insane with his dirty words. His silent commands. His whispered promises. Sexting the boss was all fun and games, Until I find out he’s getting promoted… From Bratva boss to baby daddy. SEXTING THE BOSS is a scorching standalone, age gap romance that is guaranteed to make you fall for the ruthless Bratva boss. No cheating, no cliffhangers, ultra-hot HEA guaranteed!

Things get textual when a steamy message from a random wrong number turns into an anonymous relationship in this hilarious rom-com by Lynn Painter. Bad luck has always followed Olivia Marshall…or maybe she’s just the screw-up her family thinks she is. But when a “What are you wearing?” text from a random wrong number turns into the hottest, most entertaining—albeit anonymous—relationship of her life, she thinks things might be on the upswing…. Colin Beck has always considered Olivia his best friend’s annoying little sister, but when she moves in with them after one of her worst runs of luck, he realizes she’s turned into an altogether different and sexier distraction. He’s sure he can keep his distance, until the moment he discovers she’s the irresistible Miss Misdial he’s been sort of sexting for weeks—and now he has to decide whether to turn the heat up or ghost her before things get messy.

What’s a girl have to do to lose her virginity around here? Quinn “Quinntastrophe” Mowery is a hot mess. Or possibly—probably?—cursed. Seriously. She's trying to cash in her V-card but apparently, she's the only woman in the history of ever who can't even get laid at a frat party, thanks to Cooper-the-cockblocking-jockhole-DeLaurentis. Yeah. That Cooper DeLaurentis. The one who's famous for being a player on and off the field. Cooper's carefully crafted reputation suits him just fine. As long as he’s pulling down passes and putting up touchdowns, no one looks too close or expects too much. So, no one’s more surprised than he is when he cockblocks his frat brother’s younger sister. Twice. Quinn’s ridiculous virginity quest is none of his business, and the snarky, sexy redhead is exactly the kind of distraction he can’t afford. With his shot at being a first-round NFL draft pick drawing closer every day, Coop needs to stay focused. Because if he fumbles, his future isn’t the only one on the line.