Bøker av Vi Keeland

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.The first time I met Merrick Crawford was during my job interview.Well, technically, I'd met him twenty minutes earlier when he'd barged into a fitting room a few doors down from my appointment.I yelled. He yelled. After an argument while standing in my bra, I proceeded to smash the door into the gorgeous jerk, trying to yank it shut.As you might imagine, I was freaked out when I discovered that the rude guy was my potential new boss.Yet he didn't seem to recognize me. Or so I thought... Until we wound up bickering again during my interview and he told me to go sniff my armpit.Okay, so maybe I hadn't exactly been changing when he walked in on me. In my defense, I'd been stuck on a hot train for two hours and wanted to make sure I didn't smell.I obviously didn't expect to get the job. But somehow an invitation to a second interview arrived in my inbox.Before I left, I asked to see Merrick. I needed to know why I was even in consideration after our disastrous start.Turned out, Merrick only wanted to hire me because I was the least competent candidate. It seemed his board was making him fill the position, against his wishes.I didn't really want to work in a place where my boss expected me to fail. But I figured maybe I'd enjoy proving him wrong. It was a little thing I dubbed the boss project.What I wasn't prepared for was that there would be other things I'd enjoy doing to Merrick Crawford.Getting involved with the boss wasn't the smartest choice.But you know what they say about choices: Some we regret, some we are proud of. I just had no idea where this one was going to land.

From New York Times Bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a standalone holiday novella.Eggnog. Check. Roaring fire. Check. Hot romance book. Check!Riley Kennedy's emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations...until they come face to face at the office holiday party.As luck would have it, Kennedy turns out to be outrageously handsome...though still a jerk. Yet somehow he's able to charm her out on the dance floor-and convince her to participate in his crazy scheme: he'll go home with Riley for a Christmas party and pretend to be her boyfriend, if Riley agrees to be his date to a wedding. It sounds easy enough. Little by little, however, the act they're putting on starts to feel like so much more than a Christmas pact-and Riley's about to learn there's more to Kennedy than she ever imagined.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.You see, I'd gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I'd grabbed the wrong suitcase.After checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag.A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.Donovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange.Turned out, it wasn't just his voice that was sexy. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark.He got me to admit that I'd snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. Donovan wasn't just handsome with a panty-dropping voice. He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.Did I mention he also did my laundry while I slept? Definitely too good to be true.So what did I do to repay him for his kindness?I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him.My life was too complicated for such a great guy.In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often.But New York City had eight-million people, so what were the chances I'd run into him?Then again, what were the chances I'd run into him a year later...when I'd just started dating his boss?

Vi Keeland et Penelope Ward, autrices de best-sellers au classement du New York Times, reviennent avec une histoire d'amour où les prises de risques ne vont pas sans certaines surprises. Mon histoire d'amour a commencé par une lettre.Seulement, elle ne venait pas de l'homme dont j'allais finir par tomber amoureuse. Elle avait été rédigée par son adorable petite fille, Birdie Maxwell, qui l'avait envoyée au magazine pour lequel je travaillais.Une fois par an, mon employeur réalisait certains des souhaits de ses lecteurs. Seulement, cette rubrique ne rouvrirait pas avant plusieurs mois.Alors, j'ai décidé de me charger moi-même des v¿ux de la fillette. C'était inoffensif... Enfin, c'est ce que je pensais, avant d'aller trop loin.Un jour, pendant que j'exauçais un des v¿ux de Birdie, j'ai aperçu son père. Son père terriblement séduisant et célibataire.J'aurais dû arrêter de jouer à la bonne fée après ça. J'aurais dû en rester là. Mais ça a été plus fort que moi. J'ai créé un lien avec cette petite. Un lien qui m'a fait agir de manière irrationnelle.Comme quand j'ai débarqué devant leur porte.

Avant même de rencontrer Donovan Decker, je connaissais sa pointure.Figurez-vous qu'après un déplacement de quelques jours, dans ma hâte de quitter l'aéroport, je me suis trompée de valise.Après avoir découvert ses chaussures hors de prix et ses costumes sur mesure, j'ai composé le numéro inscrit sur l'étiquette du bagage en espérant que Mister Gros Sous aurait récupéré le mien.C'est une voix grave tout en velours qui m'a répondu, et la chance était de mon côté, parce qu'il avait bel et bien ma valise.Donovan et moi nous sommes donné rendez-vous dans un café pour procéder à l'échange.Il s'avère que sa voix n'était pas la seule chose de sexy chez lui. L'homme qui m'a rapporté mon bagage était absolument splendide, et l'étincelle entre nous a été immédiate.Il m'a poussée à avouer que j'avais fouiné dans ses affaires avant de me convaincre d'accepter un café de sa part, pour me faire pardonner.Le café a conduit au dîner, le dîner au dessert, et le dessert à tout un week-end ensemble. Donovan n'était pas seulement un beau mec avec une voix à se damner. Il était également drôle, intelligent et curieusement simple pour un homme aux chaussures à sept cents dollars.Oh, et ai-je précisé qu'il avait fait ma lessive pendant mon sommeil ?Clairement trop beau pour être vrai.Alors, qu'est-ce que j'ai fait pour le remercier de sa gentillesse ?J'ai attendu qu'il soit sous la douche et je me suis enfuie.Ma vie était décidément trop compliquée pour un mec aussi génial.Au cours des mois qui ont suivi, j'ai souvent pensé à Donovan. Mais il y a huit millions d'habitants à New York, alors quelles chances avais-je de le recroiser ?Et surtout, quelles étaient les probabilités que je le rencontre à nouveau, un an plus tard... alors que je commençais tout juste à sortir avec son patron ?

"The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date. Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I'd ever laid eyes on. Exactly what I needed after my breakup. Or so I thought...Until my real date arrived. Turned out, Max wasn't who I was there to meet. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn't work out on my actual date. I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet. But my real blind date and I had no connection. So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game. When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty. Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period. Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy. A player's face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled. You guessed it: Dimples. Apparently, my fake blind date hadn't invited me to watch hockey with him, he'd invited me to watch him play. And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood. He was everything I needed at the time, fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he'd signed with a new team three-thousand miles away. Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn't get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right? Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans."--

The first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date.Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I'd ever laid eyes on.Exactly what I needed after my breakup.Or so I thought...Until my real date arrived.Turned out, Max wasn't who I was there to meet. He only pretended to be until my real date showed up.To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn't work out on my actual date.I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet.But my real blind date and I had no connection.So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game.When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty.Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period.Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.A player's face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled.You guessed it: Dimples.Apparently, my fake blind date hadn't invited me to watch hockey with him, he'd invited me to watch him play.And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood.He was everything I needed at the time-fun, sexy, up for anything, and only around for a few months since he'd signed with a new team three-thousand miles away.Max proposed we spend the summer helping me forget my ex. It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn't get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right?Though, you know what they say about the best-laid plans.

Dampende het kontorromanse med glimt i øyet. Hva gjør du når den kjekkeste mannen du har møtt, og som du har startet en frekk flørt med, viser seg å være den nye sjefen din? Reese møter Chase for første gang i det han overhører at hun prøver å komme seg unna en katastrofe-date. Han synes hun er kynisk, hun synes han er dødelig kjekk, men frekk. Hva er oddsene for at de skal treffes igjen i en by som New York? Små. Men så viser det seg at Chase er Reeses nye sjef! Reese må jobbe hardt for å motstå flørtingen hans - eller ... må hun egentlig det? Det er klart for en kronglete - og sexy - kjærlighetshistorie på Manhattan.

Vi Keeland, auteure de bests-sellers no 1 au classement du New York Times, nous livre un nouveau roman intégral, torride et sexy. C'était un lundi comme les autres.Jusqu'à ce que le big boss me demande de faire une présentation pour un futur client.Après deux ans à marcher sur des ¿ufs au travail à cause de ma bourde, cette occasion de faire bonne impression devant les associés était une chance à saisir.Ou du moins, je le croyais...Jusqu'à ce que, en entrant dans la salle de réunion, je heurte de plein fouet l'homme que je devais tenter de convaincre.Mon café s'est renversé, mes dossiers ont dégringolé sur le sol et j'ai failli perdre l'équilibre.Et encore, ce n'était pas le pire.Parce que l'homme somptueux baissé devant moi, qui me regardait comme s'il voulait me dévorer vivante, n'était autre que mon ex, Gray Westbrook.Un homme que j'avais enfin réussi à laisser derrière moi.Un homme que mon c¿ur méprisait... sans que mon corps n'ait reçu l'information, apparemment.Un homme charismatique, sûr de lui et follement sexy.Tour de force, j'ai réussi à effectuer ma présentation sans prêter attention à son regard intense.En revanche, j'ai échoué lamentablement à ignorer les propos salaces murmurés à mon oreille, juste après.Mais enfin, il était hors de question que je lui donne une autre chance, surtout maintenant qu'il était l'un de nos clients... n'est-ce pas ?

From New York Times Bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a standalone holiday novella.Eggnog. Check. Roaring fire. Check. Hot romance book. Check!Riley Kennedy''s emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations...until they come face to face at the office holiday party.As luck would have it, Kennedy turns out to be outrageously handsome...though still a jerk. Yet somehow he''s able to charm her out on the dance floor-and convince her to participate in his crazy scheme: he''ll go home with Riley for a Christmas party and pretend to be her boyfriend, if Riley agrees to be his date to a wedding. It sounds easy enough. Little by little, however, the act they''re putting on starts to feel like so much more than a Christmas pact-and Riley''s about to learn there''s more to Kennedy than she ever imagined.

My honeymoon was almost everything I dreamed it would be, a tropical paradise, turquoise water, romantic walks on the beach, and loads and loads of mind shattering sex. The only thing missing was the groom. After seven years of coasting through a relationship with Michael, my senses were numb. A week of passion with a stranger was just what I needed to clear my head and take back control of my life. But how do you move on when the man that was only supposed to be a fling somehow seeps into your soul and steals your heart?