Ivan Volkov is a wickedly intelligent, ruthless, and devastatingly gorgeous billionaire with a sexy British accent. He also owns the company I work for. The plan was simple: get his attention to show him I was the one behind all my boss's awesome proposals that have been making the company hundreds of millions of dollars for the last three years. I'm the one who should be in the big office making a six-figure salary. It worked. I definitely have Ivan's attention. He'll put me in the big office with a six-figure salary—once he's done with me. He needs a personal assistant until he can find a replacement. It won't be long, he assures me, no more than a few weeks. Close proximity to Ivan Volkov for a few weeks? Sure, I don't need my dignity. I wasn't using it anyway. No matter how many times I tell myself to stop staring at him with lust, I can't. Volkov turns down the offer I never even made; he saw me staring, he's used to it by now. An unrepentant user of woman, all he wants is for them to satisfy his need, then be on their way. He can get that satisfaction from any woman. The money I make him isn't worth losing when he's done with me. Until the moment he needs more: a shield from a woman who won't take no for an answer. He will do anything to protect his little sister from having her wedding ruined, even faking an engagement with me. Brilliant tactician that he is, he comes up with the answer to both of his problems. For the next three weeks we can satisfy the lust we both feel, while at the same time making it clear he isn't available. But before long what's between us feels all too real. Can this lead to forever, or will the billionaire choose money over love? This is the first standalone in a series about fake relationships. This does not end in a cliffhanger. Keywords: BBW Romance, Curvy Romance, Curvy woman romance, Billionaire Romance, Alpha billionaire, Jealous Possessive alpha, j/p alpha, Multicultural interracial romance, over the top alpha, OTT alpha, boss romance, office romance, Latina romance, Fake engagement romance, fake relationship romance, workplace romance, billionaire boss

I never felt truly desired by a man—until him. The second he stepped foot into my small town Alaskan inn, his gaze swept over my curvy figure with desire, igniting a flame I thought was dead. He flirted with me, and I might’ve left two chocolates on his pillow at turndown, but that’s where it stayed. Over the years, he’s floated in and out of town while a friendship developed between us. It’s probably for the best because I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman. Which is funny because when he propositions me to be his fake fiancé in order to end a family feud, it turns out I am the kind of woman willing to pretend to be the one he’s in love with.

He’s all about rules. She’s all about breaking them. No relationships, that’s billionaire Garth Solen’s rule—especially not with a woman like his new employee Melissa Bencher, who thinks with her heart and not her head. But all bets are off when one impulsive act has people thinking they’re a couple. To protect his ailing grandmother’s feelings, Garth is willing to play the part of Melissa’s adoring fiancé for a while. He’ll try on rings and pose for the paparazzi as long as the boundaries of the game are clearly defined. One month as an engaged couple, and then they part ways. No emotions. No entanglements. But Melissa’s never been good at following the rules when it comes to matters of the heart. And Garth soon finds himself breaking some of his own rules

He came back to New York to get his ex-girlfriend back.Too bad I forced him to be my fake boyfriend after he bailed me out of jail.My name's Beth Stirling. Yes, as in 'those' Stirlings. But I'm the anti-socialite. Seriously. While the rest of the population is trying to get into my parents' inner-circle, I've spent my entire adult life trying to escape it.But life outside that privileged bubble? Not going so well.Cheated on by my ex? Check.Fired by boss (aka as my ex's mistress)? Check.Moved from penthouse to shitty one-bedroom? Check.Coerced into helping with Dad's mayor campaign? Check.But when Porter goes from fake boyfriend to fake fiancé, things go from bad to worse. As my lies intertwine us, we're both running from the mess they've left in our wake, and I'm pretty sure not even my Navy SEAL fake fiancé can extract us from this mess.And I'm not sure I want him to.My Fake Fiancé. Whatever you do, don't fall in love.Author Note: My Fake Fiancé is an 82,000 word, standalone spin-off novel from the Guilty Series. It can be read alone or as the third book in the series, and it definitely contains adult material! Read all the Guilty Series Navy SEAL romances:1. My Fiancé's Brother: Book 12. My Fiancé's Brother: Book 23. My Fake Fiancé Book 3, standalone4. My Donut Princess: free novellaRead all the Vancouver Wolves Hockey romances:1. Puck Me Secretly2. Home Game3. Hook My Heart: free novella

Chloe needs a man to pose as her fiancé for a few weeks, so she asks her roommate, Brent, to take on the role. He might be shy, but he's a good guy, and he'll do anything to help her out. Because she's grateful, she wants to do something for Brent in return, and there's only one thing he needs from her. He has no experience with women. None. At all. So Chloe decides to give him lessons. It's supposed to be a friendly, casual thing, but Brent makes her feel better about herself than any man ever has. So Chloe wonders if their fake relationship can be real.

I told a judge I was engaged to my best friend. Now we’re faking it. How hard can it be? My life has room for exactly two women: my daughter Rusty and my best friend Charlotte — known to everyone as Charlie. One is a feisty, tomboyish firecracker. The other is my seven-year-old. I can’t imagine life without either. So when my ex springs a custody hearing on me, I find myself telling the judge that I’m engaged to Charlie. The only problem? I’m not. Time to fake an engagement. Pretending we’re a couple will be no big deal. We’ve been friends for years. We used to sneak cigarettes behind the bleachers. We turned cans of hairspray into flamethrowers. We got drunk on stolen malt liquor. She’s beautiful, vivacious, spontaneous, and she loves my daughter to death. It’s the perfect answer: we fake it for a few months, then go back to our lives. Until we touch, and sparks fly. Until I can’t take my eyes off her. Until I can’t stop thinking about what she’s got on under her coveralls. It takes one kiss. One touch. One shared secret and suddenly, I’m not pretending anymore. I want her, I need her in ways I didn’t know I could. But there’s a lifetime of friendship between us, and falling in love with Charlie could mean risking everything. Best Fake Fiance is the second book in the Loveless Brothers series, and can be read as a total standalone. It's for fans of high-heat, low-angst romantic comedies and anyone who loves a single dad who gets fake engaged. This one's got tons of sibling banter, a big family, an adorable kid who never gives her dad a break, all the friends-to-lovers swoon you can handle, and a small town where everyone knows everything. It's steamy, hilarious, and it's got an HEA. (And yes, it bangs.) This series is for fans of Karla Sorenson, Meghan Quinn, Melanie Harlow, Cate C Wells, and Pippa Grant.

It’s the age old love story: Girl meets Duke. Girl hates Duke. Duke proposes marriage. The Duke of New Arcadia has an image problem only a fiancée can fix. And I’m the lucky lady he’s chosen to play the part. Too bad we can't stand each other. But for a small fee, I’ll agree to be his Cinderella and endure a royal makeover--as long as he agrees to keep this engagement fake and his hands to himself. Except the more we dance together at the ball, the more our fake attraction turns real. When the clock strikes midnight and it's time for me to exit stage right, the Duke might not let me go. Royally Fake Fiancé is a stand alone royal romantic comedy starring one arrogant Duke and the klutzy commoner who steals his heart. Witty banter, slow burn shenanigans, explosive private moments (literally, things explode) — the royal house of New Arcadia will never be the same again!

They say nothing compares to your first kiss,But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.Our second kiss . . . that one was REAL.He cradled my face like he was terrified he'd f*ck it up.He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,And he'd never get another piece.A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist . . .And I was lost.I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.I forgot we weren't REAL.Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don't exist,Then you've never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

What happens when the man I love to hate becomes the man I must pretend to love? I can't seem to escape Thayden Walker and his infuriating charm. Even his mother and his Great Dane seem bent on playing matchmaker. But I'm totally immune. Until I'm presented with an offer that puts my ability to withstand him to the test. If I marry Thayden, all my student debt goes poof, and he'll take over the family firm. There's so much more at stake than money or a job, especially when I start to see the man beneath the mask. Playing house with Thayden is the most dangerous game of all. And we're both set up to lose more than we could ever win. Unless we've been on the same side all along ...

My instructions were simple: scour the city for the worst fake fiancé money can buy. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways?yet totally opposite from the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me-no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman in the world. Tabitha is bubbly. She has a pet hamster. She loves Hello Kitty, and she gets under my skin like nobody else. As if that's not bad enough, the minute we step on deck, she thinks that certain people on the yacht are up to something shady-based completely on her soap opera knowledge. She won't listen when I tell her she's being ridiculous. But as the days go by, I find that we're actually having fun. And our fake kisses are heating up. And suddenly her wild theories aren't sounding so strange after all?