Being in love with someone who doesn't love you back sucks. Being in love with your brother's best friend sucks even more, because you know it can never happen. How tragic is that? I've been in love with Lincoln Andrews since we were kids and he stuck up for me against my brother and played tea parties with me in the treehouse. I've also avoided him for the past year because he broke my heart...more than once. Now we've been thrown together at a tropical resort to celebrate my parents' second wedding, and things are intense and getting worse, no thanks to an insane plan my friends cooked up to get me my dream man. No one else even comes close to what Linc means to me. He's always there for me, but is it because he cares for me too-or only because I'm his best friend's little sister? It's time I find out once and for all...but what if our crazy plan blows up in my face and ruins everything?

I have one Christmas wish: to get Sam Porter, my brother's best friend and the man I've loved from a distance for most of my life - to notice me. To really notice me. So, I'm doing that super cheesy thing where I get all dressed up at the Kane Co. Holiday party in the hopes he'll see what he's been missing. And for the span of a blackout every one of my sex dreams about Sam come true. But then the lights come back on and he pushes me away with both hands. So now I'm done with him. Done with his handsome face, and his not-so-hidden pain and all our inside jokes. And my love for him - I'm really done with that. But Sam has been discharged from the Marines, and my brother has hired him on at Kane Co. In the shipping department. Where I'm the boss. And he's...irresistible. But Sam has his own Christmas wish and it's me he's wanted all along.

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four.She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime.Cause of death: a text message.Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time-or the cell phone. Whatever. We're talking code red, send a flipping mayday, the apocalypse is coming kind of texts.And I didn't just send them to some random person I'll never see again. No. That would be too easy. I sent them to Milo Ives.The man who played a starring role in all of my teenage fantasies-and my brother's lifelong best friend. And, boy oh boy, has he grown up. He's hard-bodied, blue-eyed, jawline-of-stone handsome, crazy successful, and has more money in his bank account than my brain can fathom.Deflower me, please? I said. Yeah. Send help.

I pride myself in being grounded. Sure, I've had my share of childhood fantasies. Winning an Oscar. Winning the lottery. Winning an Olympic medal for an athletic talent I have yet to discover. But the only fantasy I ever thought might actually happen was winning my brother's best friend. Heath Holiday. My crush on him has ebbed and flowed over the years, but the day I started working for his construction company was the day I smothered it for good. Sort of. Mostly. It was on my to-do list. Making it a priority would have been easier had he not arrived at his family's annual Christmas party looking ridiculously handsome in a suit. Then he kissed me. We stepped into an alternate universe and he kissed me. I assumed the next day I'd just be Guy's little sister again. The office newbie. Our kiss forgotten. Except he keeps showing up at my house. With gifts. A gold bracelet carrying three jingling bells. Two dainty jeweled earrings, each shaped as a bow. And finally, he brought himself. One brother's best friend, asking if I can keep a secret.

My best friend is hot, rich, and emotionally unavailable. Falling in love with him is the worst idea ever but try telling that to my heart. As a doctor who aced her way through medical school, I should be too smart to fall for Gabe Mendoza, a man who's married to his MMA career. For years, I've patched his wounds and cheered him on, but I'm tired of hoping he'll wake up and see what's right in front of him. I'm ready to find someone who will put me first. The last thing I expect is for Gabe to scare off my dates and tell me all the dirty things he wants to do to me. He asks for a chance, but with the fight of his life on the horizon, his attention is divided, and I'm scared that when push comes to shove, I'll be left heartbroken. Can I trust Gabe enough to fight for our happily ever after? Or was our end written before it even began? Fighter's Best Friend is a standalone sports romance with a broody hero and a strong heroine who knows him better than anyone. Buy Fighter's Best Friend to fall in love with a possessive fighter today!

We used to call ourselves The Three Musketeers.I know it's clich�, but we were only kids. They usually took turns being in charge, which was fine with me. I was just happy to go along with them. After all, I thought I was the luckiest little girl in the whole world. Most of my classmates only had one best friend, but I had two: my best friend Izzy and her twin brother. Back then, I hoped things would never change, but that's the problem with more. Once I saw a glimpse of it, it was impossible to stop wanting it. Especially when it came to Shane.**This standalone best friend romance has no cheating, no cliffhangers, and is intended for a mature audience.