"Remember me?" I wipe the sleep out of my eyes. Do I remember this woman pounding at my door in the middle of the night? Vaguely, and not in the Biblical way. I recall the roller skates and pig tails of my best friend's younger sister. This woman in front of me is...well...a woman. She wants me to pretend I'm her fiancé at her grandmother's birthday party. In Florida. A road trip is the perfect excuse to miss the meeting where my father will tell me it's time to take over the family company. That's how all six feet of me wound up stuffed into a subcompact next to the nuttiest, most predictably unpredictable, charming, funny, deliciously sexy woman I've ever avoided my obligations with. She's got me managing snacks, sitting in a Cracker Barrel rocking chair, and sharing a cheap hotel room. But falling for her means I'll have to stick to my commitments, because I think I just may love her enough to tie myself down. Now I have to make her believe it before we get home to New York. ----- Check out all the books in the How to Marry a Billionaire series: Easton: The Billionaire's Guide to the Marriage Deal Dylan: The Playboy's Guide to the Fake Fiancee Max: The Alphahole's Guide to Marrying Your Enemy

An opposites-attract, fake marriage, lessons in seduction standalone romance! As a happily single man about town, the last thing I want to hear is that I only qualify to take over my family's company if I'm (shudders) tied down. But leading this company into the future is my passion, so I set out to find the perfect fake wife. Ideally, someone who isn't my type, so it'll be easy to walk away when I'm CEO and the marriage contract ends. Enter the smart-mouthed Phoebe. She makes flashcards for fun. She wears yoga pants. She's mouthy, uninhibited, and messy. Worst of all, I'm now stepfather to a cat named Roger. She's perfectly wrong for me. Everything's going to plan. It's like having a roommate for a year. Twelve months without sex won't kill me. Right? Month One: I notice her curves are *this* close to perfect. Month Two: Her lingerie hanging on the shower rod feeds prohibited marital fantasies. Month Three: Her curves are *actually perfect* and I'm ready to punch a loophole in the no-sex clause. Turns out Phoebe is too, and she has a contractual revision of her own. We absolutely, positively cannot fall in love... That's almost too easy. No way I'll fall in love with my fake wife. But what if I already have? ---- Check out all the books in the How to Marry a Billionaire series: Easton: The Billionaire's Guide to the Marriage Deal Dylan: The Playboy's Guide to the Fake Fiancee Max: The Alphahole's Guide to Marrying Your Enemy

My best friend's little sister is an infuriating, cantankerous, pretentious do-gooder who thinks me making a billion before I hit 30 means I'm a filthy, unethical robber baron—and she lets me know it every time she sees me. The fact that she's a sexy little minx notwithstanding, I wouldn't date her if she was the last woman on Earth. As a matter of fact, I've repeatedly fantasized about shipping her to Mars. But first, I need to get my mother to sell me her pigeon-plagued abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn so I can flip it into luxury lofts. And the only way to get her to sell it to me is to prove I have a soul. So I'm going to marry my best friend's bleeding-heart little sister, and once I get that building, I can pretend she lives on another planet. Just...one more hate-boink, for the road. And another on the road. And another. And another. How many times can two people hate-fonk before they stop hating each other? I think I'm finding out. ---- Check out the other two books in the How to Marry a Billionaire series: Easton: The Billionaire's Guide to the Marriage Deal Dylan: The Playboy's Guide to the Fake Fiancee

When this beach bunny caught the eye of Hugh Hefner at an L.A. nightclub, Izabella St. James was looking for a fun break from studying for the bar. As the latest Girlfriend of the Playboy founder, her ''break'' lasted two years, but life behind the gates of the Playboy Mansion was anything but fun. Sure there were parties, presents, puppies, and plastic surgery; but there was also a curfew, a strict regimen of who sits where on movie night, limited contact with the outside world, and a sex life that was anything but wild and crazy. While the E! reality show, The Girls Next Door, has been a ratings hit, each of the three Playboy Bunnies in the series has since left the Mansion in newsworthy ways: one is engaged to a football player, and Hugh's ''main'' Girlfriend has finally understood that there would be no fairy-tale marriage and family with the man she literally transformed her life for. Izabella was there to witness how each of these relationships formed, where each Girlfriend fell in the pecking - and bed - order, and when, exactly, the fabled life turned shabby and cheap. From catfights to sneaking in boyfriends, from high-profile guests in the Grotto to the bizarre rituals of the octogenarian at the center of the sexual revolution, Bunny Tales is compulsively readable and endlessly entertaining!

They're dangerous men. Absolute enemies. And totally hot for each other. Will has never met anyone like Kit. He’s arrogant. Gorgeous. Totally lethal. The most expensive bodyguard money can buy. And Will can’t seem to resist him. A simple command in Kit's cut-glass accent makes Will want things he’s never wanted, do things he’s never done. Their red-hot chemistry is off the charts. Just one problem: Will has vowed to kill the billionaire that Kit is hell-bent on protecting. And Kit has secrets, too—his own reasons for sacrificing his soul, piece by painful piece, to keep one of the worst men on earth alive.

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 ...

"[A] breezy, charming chronicle." —Time Out New York The legendary founder of Playboy magazine, Hugh Hefner invites you into his world with Hef's Little Black Book, an illustrated treasury of advice and maxims. The only book ever written by the iconic publisher and unabashed hedonist, Hef's Little Black Book features a new, updated Afterword from Hef himself. Dedicated Playboy readers and fans of The Girls Next Door, the hit reality TV series that takes you behind the doors of the Playboy Mansion, will not want to miss this fantastic guide to the very good life from the man who has lived it better than anyone.

When a single mom ends up playing an unwilling fake girlfriend to a charming playboy baseball player, love suddenly turns everything upside down in this fun, heartwarming multicultural romance. Angel Gomez has never lived by the book. A Bronx-based unwed mother by the time she was sixteen, Angel’s personal mission has always been to show the world that a Puerto Rican girl is not to be messed with—especially by a man. The only thing that matters to Angel, now, is providing for her son and earning enough tips at the club to complete her nursing degree along the way. Love is nowhere on her agenda. Caleb “The Duke” Lewis is a star pitcher for the Bronx Bolts whose romantic escapades make delicious fodder for gossip columns. But lately he’s been trying to keep a lower profile—so much so that when he meets Angel, first while she’s in her nurse uniform and the next time behind the bar, she has no idea who Duke is, fails to fall for his obvious charm, and ends up throwing a drink in his face! She is the perfect woman for Duke...to fool the tabloids into thinking he’s finally settling down. But what begins as a charade soon has Duke and Angel hurtling into a full-blown romance that rocks each of their worlds and begs the question: Is this the real deal—or are some love stories just too good to be true?

They call him the Cupid of New York. Even though he doesn't believe in love.Xander is a matchmaker for the social elite. For a quarter million dollars, he'll find your soulmate and guarantee that you'll live happily ever after.He's damn good, too-because he's actually Eros, the Greek God of Love.After thousands of years of doing the same job, he's come to New York to be inspired again. His only companion is his personal assistant, Charlotte Galloway, a single mother who keeps him in line. She wants nothing to do with his lavish, playboy lifestyle, and he's not interested in ruining their working relationship.But when someone tries to destroy everything he's worked for, he offers to pay Charlotte to be his fake fiancée to fix his public image.To his surprise, she accepts.To her surprise, he's not the scoundrel he pretends to be.But it won't go any further. After all, this Greek god and mortal woman don't believe in love...right?Playboy of the Gods is the third book in The Elysium Legacies. It was originally published as The Playboy God, and while names and some scenes have been changed, it remains the same book.