Never beg. Never grovel. Nice guys wind up in the friend zone. I wrote the book on scoring with hot women - literally. I'm the patron saint of players, the Tony Robbins to loveless nerds. My rules are rock-solid like my abs, and my men's style empire spans the globe. Then she walks in. My high school nemesis. The one who inspired the most important rule of all--Love ruins a man. Just walk away. Were all my rules made to be broken or is she about to break me?

He's a powerful billionaire CEO who built the family business into an empire. The money doesn't matter to him, but the company is his life. And then his eccentric mother wills it all to her tiny dog.**I'm Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that's what my elderly neighbor always says.) When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to her dog, Smuckers. With me as his spokesperson. Suddenly I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor's son, Henry Locke, aka New York's most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me. Rumor has it Henry's a business genius who's as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Sure, he's gorgeous. Sex-in-a-seven-thousand dollar suit. But...He's arrogant and infuriating. He refuses to listen to me when I insist I didn't con his mother. He thinks he can bully me, buy me off, control me, even seduce me. Henry may have the women of Manhattan eating out of the palm of his hand, but I'm so over entitled rich guys who think they own the world. No way will his wicked smile be charming ME out of my panties. His wicked...devastating...impossible-to-resist smile. Oh well, who needs panties anyway?~a romantic comedy standalone; formerly titled Most Eligible Bastard~

When our tyrannical CEO fires every wake-up-call service on the planet, what's a lowly admin to do? I secretly start making the calls myself. Luckily he doesn't seem to mind my get-your-ass-out-of-bed attitude. But now the calls are turning hot, like pay-by-the-minute hot, and he wants to take me out on a date. He's scouring Manhattan to find the sexy vixen who wakes him up every morning. No way can I let him know it's me!

The billionaire is back. And he has a startling proposal! Seven years ago, Judah Blake took the fall for a crime he didn’t commit, to save Bridie Starr. Now his family’s land is in her hands, and to reclaim his slice of the Australian outback, he’s got an announcement! Photographer Bridie’s always idolised Judah, to whom she owes her life. Until the moment he springs a very public engagement on her! As they thrash out the terms of their new relationship, she will have to reckon with the untameable attraction that makes even cautious Bridie long to be wild... Mills & Boon Modern — Escape to exotic locations where passion knows no bounds.

I'm no Prince Charming, and the last thing I want is a Cinderella. My instructions were simple: scour the city for a fake fiancée who's not my type at all. 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 nothing like 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 sunshiny. 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...

I’d brought him home thinking that for once in my life I would live a little. Then he’d walked out, and I’d chalked the experience up to a bad one-night stand. Now weeks later I was puking my guts up and had a pink stick with a plus sign on it declaring my future. And because my life was my life, I was pregnant, alone, and starting a new job. And whose company was I working for? Jordan. Jordan O’Keith. The man who’d I’d brought home that night. The man whose baby was currently residing in my belly. The man I hadn’t recognized… And the man who was my father’s arch enemy.

One minute I'm a promising law grad with grand ideas of changing people's lives; the next I'm persona non grata thanks to a tiny little incident where I may or may not have stabbed my boss. Now I'm unemployable, broke, and almost desperate enough to move back home with my parents. This is rock bottom. Until it hits me in the very annoying but not wrong advice of my mother. It's just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is a poor man. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm on a Hail Mary mission to an exclusive resort in Hawaii to finally find...the one. The billionaire one, that is. But when a sinfully sexy bartender gets it into his head that maybe he's the one, things start to get complicated. I'll have to decide whether Mother really does know best or if it's time to finally trust my heart...