Junior in college. Star athlete. Constant attention from the opposite sex. On this campus, I'm worshiped. While seven hundred miles away, back in my hometown, I'm still trailer park trash, child of the town tramp, and older sibling to three kids who are counting on me to keep my shit together so I can take them away from the same crappy life I grew up in. These two opposing sides of myself never mix until one person gets a glimpse of the true me. I never expected to connect with anyone like this or want more beyond one night. This may be the real deal. Problem is Dr. Kavanagh's my literature professor. If I start anything with a teacher and we're caught together, I might as well kiss my entire future goodbye, as well as my family's and especially Dr. Kavanagh's. Except sometimes love is worth risking everything. Or at least, it damn well better be, because I can only resist so much.-N. G.-.--Provided by publisher.

The Instant New York Times Bestseller and TikTok Sensation! As seen on THE VIEW! A BuzzFeed Best Summer Read of 2021 When a fake relationship between scientists meets the irresistible force of attraction, it throws one woman's carefully calculated theories on love into chaos. As a third-year Ph.D. candidate, Olive Smith doesn't believe in lasting romantic relationships--but her best friend does, and that's what got her into this situation. Convincing Anh that Olive is dating and well on her way to a happily ever after was always going to take more than hand-wavy Jedi mind tricks: Scientists require proof. So, like any self-respecting biologist, Olive panics and kisses the first man she sees. That man is none other than Adam Carlsen, a young hotshot professor--and well-known ass. Which is why Olive is positively floored when Stanford's reigning lab tyrant agrees to keep her charade a secret and be her fake boyfriend. But when a big science conference goes haywire, putting Olive's career on the Bunsen burner, Adam surprises her again with his unyielding support and even more unyielding...six-pack abs. Suddenly their little experiment feels dangerously close to combustion. And Olive discovers that the only thing more complicated than a hypothesis on love is putting her own heart under the microscope.

Teach me everything. My whole life, I’ve been a good girl. I follow rules like nobody’s business. I obey guidelines like I was born to it. Show me a line, and I’ll toe it. I’m even a twenty-two-year-old virgin. Good is my middle name. And then, I break one tiny little rule. Miniscule. Inconsequential. Next thing I know, I’m trapped with an incredibly handsome stranger. He’s got eyes like cut emeralds, biceps that makes my head spin, and a smile that has me rethinking all my life choices. We escape a bar bathroom together. We go on an impromptu date. We share the hottest kiss I’ve ever had, one that leaves me panting for more. We promise to see each other again. Turns out, we see each other the next morning. In my calculus class. Which he’s teaching. My handsome, sexy date is Professor Loveless, and we’ll be seeing each other plenty. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday all semester. There’s no choice but to call it off. We both have too much at stake: I could lose my scholarship, and he could lose his entire career. But I can’t call off the way I feel. I can’t call off the way he looks when he rolls up his sleeves and explains imaginary numbers. I can’t call off the heated glances, or the way our hands touch when I hand in my homework, or the memory of his body pressing against mine that night. I’m a virgin. He’s my professor. And if we give in, it could cost us both everything. But I’m so tired of being a good girl. The Hookup Equation is the fourth 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's ever been hot for teacher. This one's got tons of forbidden steam, a high-stakes secret relationship, sibling banter, a heroine who really enjoys her first time, and a college setting that will make you feel like you're back on campus. There's an HEA, of course. (And yes, it bangs.) This series is for fans of Fiona Cole, R.S. Grey, Meghan Quinn, Adriana Locke, and Kathryn Nolan.

When graduate student Katherine Brenner walked into my class, I couldn't stand her -- all perfect skin and big, blue eyes -- just like the woman who broke my heart. If it wasn't for that blizzard, if her car hadn't broken down outside my house, if she hadn't looked amazing by the firelight, I never would have kissed her. No matter how hard I try, every excuse I make not to see her comes up flat. I can't stop thinking of her lips. Or the way her curves fit perfectly in my hands. There's a million reasons why this won't work. I'm her professor. It's against university policy. And if this gets out, I could lose everything.

From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of It Happened One Summer and Hook, Line, and Sinker comes a sexy and hilarious rom-com trilogy about three broke and beautiful roommates... When Honey Perribow traded in her cowboy boots for stilettos and left her small Kentucky town to attend Columbia University, she never expected to find a dirt-cheap apartment or two new best friends. No stranger to hard work, Honey’s sole focus is a medical degree... until she sees newly-minted Professor, Ben Dawson, and her concentration is hijacked. Honey is fascinated by her gorgeous, young English professor and vows to find a crack his tweed-wearing, glasses-clad exterior. While at an off campus party, an accident lands Ben in a dark, locked closet with a sexy-sounding southern belle...and their chemistry is explosive. But when he discovers that the girl in his arms is the same beautiful college student he can’t stop thinking about, he is stunned. Yet no matter how hard he tries, Ben can’t stay away from Honey. And when his attempts to fight their attraction nearly ruin the best thing that ever happened to him, Ben will do anything to prove how much he needs her. "Bailey puts a fun, super-sexy spin on the classic “hot for teacher” trope... The love scenes in Need Me are practically incendiary...” – Booklist

"You've given me a taste of you and now...I want more. Shayla Hart, a 27-year-old, fiercely independent, young woman with aspirations of becoming an architect lands a job at Cult Designs -- one of the world's most prestigious architectural firms in London. A wild night out with her two best friends to celebrate her new job quickly gets out of hand when she finds herself in Las Vegas, hungover, with no memory, and married to none other than Tristan Cole Hoult -- the devilishly handsome, and charming stranger she meets at the club. The meaningless, wildly passionate, one-night-stand with the irresistibly sexy stranger Shayla was hoping for, quickly becomes more than she bargained for.

Mira Evans Devin King, my first-well, everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldn't miss what it couldn't see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment. You're not supposed to kiss your best friend. You're not supposed to give your virginities to one another, either-but we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would. "Say you want to be mine...." He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me. After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me naked in my bed, the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one another's and disappeared without a word. I didn't hear from him for almost ten years. Until one day, out of the blue, he pops up like a nasty rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm. Our fathers are best friends, and they went into business together when we were kids, and now Evans and King is a renowned global brand. Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My panties may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldn't ever know that-because I hated him. But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEO's office handcuffed to the pompous jerk face. Why are we handcuffed, you ask? Well, that's a funny story...