The sexiest romance writer on earth ... that's how most of the world views my newest client. As for me, I view him as the only guy to ever stand me up on a date. I loathe him. I don’t care if he’s still charming, if his smile still makes my heart patter faster, or if my body thinks we should give him another chance. It’s not going to happen. Hero Quinn is my client, and spending two weeks with him on his book tour to save his reputation is more than enough for me. I’m a smart woman and I'm no stranger to temptation. Which is exactly why my career saving plan is to set him up on a string of blind dates that I, his marketing manager guru, will share with his following. At the end of the two weeks, he will pick one woman to see again and viola, he’s out of my hair and I can move on. Of course, plans never go the way we want them to. Between the time we’re forced to spend together and that kiss where he pressed me against the wall, the lines begin to blur. And boy, do they ever. Dating clients goes against my rules, but it doesn't change the fact that when this is all over, I still wish I could be the one he picks to see again. Tropes for The Write One include small town romance, enemies to lovers romance, slow burn romance, second chance romance, and forced proximity romance.

I can’t stand my brother's best friend. Not only is he always around, but he’s the hottest and cockiest guy I've ever met. One night in Vegas later and the next thing I know, he’s also my husband. I may not have a lot of things figured out in life, but I do know that getting him to sign those papers before anyone in my family or his learns our secret, is at the top of my list. Of course, he says no when I ask him. He loves to drive me insane. Now, I don’t know why he won’t give me what I want, but the moment a pipe bursts in my brother's basement where I'd been staying, Beck Robertson is there to save the day with a spare room for the taking. Ignore the fact his house is my dream home, or that he likes routine as much as I do, or that he hates wearing shirts inside, or that he’s funny and his smile makes me forget why I don’t like him—I have a goal to accomplish. If I can’t get him to sign those papers with my words, becoming the worst roommate of all time is clearly the answer. He can say no all he wants, but he’s forgetting one little thing. Failure is not in my vocabulary. Unfortunately for me, it’s not in his either.

The sexy single dad next door is also my best friend’s brother. And now I’m playing nanny for his son over the summer. It’s a good thing I’ve never been into grumpy men because Simon Stone holds the record. If I were smart, I’d have never taken the job for Simon. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and well, I’d have taken any job that distracted me from my personal life. Plus, it meant not going home to an empty house, and that was really all I ever wanted. What I didn’t plan for, however, was for Simon’s son to tell his football team that his father and I were dating or for Simon to need me to go with it once his own mother found out. Let’s not forget the time Simon kissed me one night in a dark bedroom, or when he watched me through my bedroom window as I... well, I didn’t plan for a lot of things. Falling for a man who swears he’ll never love again is at the top of the list. Most of all, I didn’t plan for how life would be at the end of the summer when I went back to my empty house and my lonely life. All it took was one summer for me to fall for Simon Stone, but as it seems, if I’m not careful, that might be all I ever get. Tropes for More Than Write include single dad romance, grumpy sunshine romance, nanny romance, best friends' brother romance, neighbors, small town romance, and steamy romance.

The sexiest romance writer on earth ... that's how most of the world views my newest client.As for me, I view him as the only guy to ever stand me up on a date. I loathe him.I don't care if he's still charming, if his smile still makes my heart patter faster, or if my body thinks we should give him another chance. It's not going to happen.Hero Quinn is my client, and spending two weeks with him on his book tour to save his reputation is more than enough for me.I'm a smart woman and I'm no stranger to temptation. Which is exactly why my career saving plan is to set him up on a string of blind dates that I, his marketing manager guru, will share with his following. At the end of the two weeks, he will pick one woman to see again and viola, he's out of my hair and I can move on.Of course, plans never go the way we want them to. Between the time we're forced to spend together and that kiss where he pressed me against the wall, the lines begin to blur. And boy do they ever.Dating clients goes against my rules, but it doesn't change the fact that when this is all over, I still wish I could be the one he picks to see again.

Sugar and spice and everything nice? No way. She's sugar and sass and a pain in my...well...you know. It was just supposed to be a two-month leave from my cushy job in Chicago. Stabilize the family bakery business following the death of my father, and then get back to the city. It would have gone flawlessly had I not run smack dab into Hadley Hutton on my first night back. That spit-fire competitive girl was my college nemesis, always one-upping me, until she mysteriously didn't return for our senior year. So, imagine my surprise when I'm introduced to the bakery's newest manager and it's her! Now I have to work closely with her nearly everyday. Words fly and tempers flare between us, just like they did in college, except something is different about her now. There's more to Hadley Hutton than her sweet looks and salty attitude. Maybe if I can figure her out, she'll see I'm not the jerk she thinks I am. Or maybe I'm just creating a recipe for disaster.

I’m fake dating a romance writer. All he asked in return was that I promise not to fall for him. Whoops. Zane Rosey knows just about all there is about romance. Our town isn’t very big, so I’ve seen him in action with women at the bar. He knows when to say the right thing, where to put his hands, when to kiss your neck or make you laugh. Asking him to fake date me until the guy I've crushed on for years finally notices me was a no brainer. I even laughed when he asked me not to fall for him. Yeah, okay, don’t fall for the playboy romance writer. Check. I blame myself for the rest of our story. I knew what faking a relationship would mean, but I never actually thought about what it would be like when we put the plan in motion. When he’d have to hold my hand, or place his at the small of my back. When he’d kiss me, or hold me in his arms dancing. When we’d end up sharing a room. It’s all for show. I know that. But somewhere in there I know that the guy he is with me, isn’t the one he puts on display for everyone else. The man he is with me is the one making me question every choice in my life. My biggest question yet, am I making him question his? Tropes for Write About You include small town romance, fake dating romance, slow burn romance, and he falls first romance.

Writing a spicy romance novel with your best guy friend isn’t a problem. The problem is when you start to imagine him as you write the steamy scenes. Tobias Banks is a bestselling romance author and my best friend. He’s smart, brilliant, and kind-hearted. He has never shown an interest in settling down, and he’s the one constant in my life I know I can depend on for anything. So it shouldn’t surprise me that as soon as my personal life shatters, he’s there, picking up the pieces and reminding me who I am. In a matter of days, we are back to our lively banter. I’m living in his spare room, and now, he’s helping me achieve my lifelong dream of writing a romance novel. Life feels good again, free … except I’m not looking at him as the friend whom I used to pull all-night study sessions with during college. Nope, I’m looking at him as the man who walks into the kitchen each morning shirtless, smirks when I say something he likes to hear, wears shirts that hug his arms a lot tighter than I remember, and looks at me as if I’m his next meal. Falling for my best friend isn’t smart, but if I’ve learned anything since we set out on this journey together, it’s that love doesn’t make the rules. We do.