My favorite hobby is infuriating Elliot Miles. Just the sight of my boss's handsome face triggers my sarcasm. God knows how he earns his Casanova reputation--if a million women want him with his personality, what the heck am I doing wrong? Disgusted with my love life, I join a dating app under a fake name. I start chatting to a man named Edgar. He's not my type and lives on the other side of the world, but we hit off a friendship, laugh and confide in each other. But lately things are getting weird at work. Elliot's being...attentive. His eyes linger a little longer than they should, and there's a heat behind them that I haven't felt before. And then, in the shock of all shocks, he tells me that my vulnerability is appealing. But when was I vulnerable? Horror dawns...Has my boss been reading my emails to Edgar? Damn it, why did I use my work email? Oh no, does he know what I really think of him? I'd rather die than ever admit it. Or, even worse: is it possible that the man I loathe in real life is the man I'm falling for online?

From Wall Street Journal, BookTok, and #1 Amazon bestselling author T L Swan comes the new edition of the steamy first title in her fan-favorite Mr. Series. When Brielle Johnson lied on her resume, she didn’t expect it to matter. She believed any child would love her; that she was born to be a nanny. So, she applied for a position in London working for a widowed woman, or so she thought… But Julian Masters is definitely all man… The kind you dream of licking chocolate from. He’s grumpy, arrogant and always used to being in control. The last thing he needed was a young, inexperienced nanny turning his carefully constructed world upside down. Brielle’s first day was bad. The kids were the spawn of the devil, and she spied through a window and caught him doing something obscene…and equally fascinating. The second day was worse; he caught her snooping in his bathroom cabinet in her skimpy pyjamas, and all hell broke loose. On the third day, she ran over him in a golf cart. And by day four, Brielle had decided that she wanted that chocolate…all of it. Melted…on her. But intelligent, widowed judges don’t fall for their young, spirited nannies…

“There is only one Kinky Friedman.” —St. Petersburg Times Raunchy, offbeat, and hilarious, The Mile High Club, complete with a surprise ending, is Kinky at his considerable best. It all starts with a casual flirtation, two people on a flight from Dallas to New York. She’s gorgeous and mysterious; he’s a private detective. When the plane lands, the detective—our hero, Kinky—finds he’s been left holding the bag, literally. The woman, having asked the Kinkster to watch her luggage while she visits the can, has taken a powder and somehow vanished. Mystery Woman does turn up again, but not before Kinky has claimed the interest of an array of suits from the State Department, been party to a thwarted kidnap attempt by Arab terrorists, and found a dead Israeli agent parked on the toilet of his downtown Manhattan loft. Employing the able-bodied assistance of his usual sidekicks, the Village Irregulars, Kinky eventually gets to the bottom of all the comings and goings of the many visitors to his loft, including two late-night visits by the mysterious and suddenly affectionate woman from the plane and one not-so-late-night visit by her angry brother.

If happiness is a gift.Then Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus.I can't tell you the exact moment I fell in love with him.Only that I did.With every glance, every touch, every minute.... he stole a little more of me.They say that all men are created equal.Well that's a blatant lie!I know because I met Gods gift to women in Vegas,I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man.He took our fake marriage seriously and it became his personal goal to consummate.He spoke to me in French and I lied to him in German.His laughter was addictive.But I thought what happens in Vegas would stay in Vegas.Until it didn't.Dr. Stanton turned up where I least expected and my lies came back to haunt me.The attraction is palpable.The secrets unchangeable.I need him more than air.This is a stand alone, contemporary romance.

I never knew that something was missing.....until I met him. He was cocky and rude and for the life of me, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Alastar O'Shea was full of chemistry. The things he would say, the addictive things he would do. He knew how to make me come undone. He knew how to love me. He was the best experience of my life. But do you ever really know who someone is? What if the story I know isn't the story at all? I thought I knew him. I was wrong.

I first met Tristan Miles at a meeting where he was trying to take over my late husband’s company. He was powerful, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous, and I hated him with every cell in my body. In the shock of the century, he called me three days later and asked me on a date. I would rather die than date a man like him—though I do have to admit it was good for the ego. Turning him down was the highlight of my year. Six months later, he was the guest speaker at a conference I attended in France. Still arrogant and infuriating—but this time, surprisingly charming and witty. When he looked at me, I got butterflies. But I can’t go there. He’s just a player in a hot suit, and I’m just a widow with three unruly sons. I just need this conference to be over. Because everybody knows that Tristan Miles always gets what he wants…and what he wants is me.