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From #1 New York Times Bestseller Vi Keeland, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.Terminated for inappropriate behavior.I couldn’t believe the letter in my hands.Nine years. Nine damn years I’d worked my butt off for one of the largest companies in America, and I was fired with a form letter when I returned home from a week in Aruba.All because of a video taken when I was on vacation with my friends—a private video made on my private time. Or so I thought…Pissed off, I cracked open a bottle of wine and wrote my own letter to the gazillionaire CEO telling him what I thought of his company and its practices.I didn’t think he’d actually respond.I certainly never thought I’d suddenly become pen pals with the rich jerk.Eventually, he realized I’d been wronged and made sure I got my job back.Only…it wasn’t the only thing Grant Lexington wanted to do for me.But there was no way I was getting involved with my boss’s boss’s boss. Even if he was ridiculously gorgeous, confident, and charming.It would be completely wrong, inappropriate even.Sort of like the video that got me into trouble to begin with.Two wrongs don’t make a right.But sometimes it’s twice as fun.

The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men's locker room. It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.The famed quarterback decided to bare all.And by all, I don't mean he told me any of his secrets.No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby--screwing with me.When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.But I don't date players.And it's not because I'm one of the few women working in the world of professional football.I'd date an athlete.It's the other kind of player I don't date.You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.Brody Easton was the ultimate player.Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.Turned out, I was that girl.Simple right?Let's face it. It never is.There's a story between once upon a time and happily ever after...And this one is ours.

The night I met Drew Jagger, he'd just broken into my new Park Avenue office.I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills.He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant.Only, turned out, he wasn't an intruder at all.Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He'd been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn't really available for rent.I was swindled out of ten grand.The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he'd let me stay until I found a new place.I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn't help giving him a piece of my mind.I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages.The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing.And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.

Nr. 1 New York Times and Spiegel BestsellerautorinMax Yearwood traf ich zum ersten Mal während eines Blind Dates. Max war wahnsinnig hinreißend, lustig und zwischen uns sprühten nur so die Funken. Außerdem hatte er die schönsten Grübchen, die mir je unter die Augen gekommen waren.Genau, was ich nach meiner Trennung brauchte.Zumindest dachte ich das ...Bis meine echte Verabredung eintraf.Wie sich herausstellte, war Max gar nicht derjenige, mit dem ich mich treffen sollte.Er tat nur so, als sei er es, bis meine echte Verabredung auftauchte.Zu sagen, dass ich enttäuscht war, wäre eine Untertreibung.Bevor er wieder ging, steckte er mir eine Eintrittskarte für ein Eishockeyspiel einige Häuserblocks entfernt zu, nur für den Fall, dass es mit meiner echten Verabredung nicht so gut lief.Ich verstaute die Karte in meiner Handtasche und versuchte, mich auf den Mann zu konzentrieren, mit dem ich mich treffen sollte.Doch mein echtes Blind Date und ich hatten überhaupt keine Verbindung.Auf dem Heimweg entschied ich mich also, ein Risiko einzugehen und das Eishockeyspiel zu besuchen.Bei meiner Ankunft war der Platz neben mir leer.Wieder einmal war ich enttäuscht und beschloss, nach Ende des zweiten Drittels zu gehen.Doch kurz vor Abpfiff schoss eines der Teams ein Tor und die Zuschauer spielten verrückt.Auf dem riesigen Bildschirm erschien das Gesicht eines Spielers. Obwohl er einen Helm trug, erstarrte ich, als er lächelte.Sie können es sich denken: Grübchen.Offensichtlich hatte mein falsches Blind Date mich nicht eingeladen, um mir ein Eishockeyspiel mit ihm zusammen anzusehen, sondern er hatte mich eingeladen, ihm beim Spielen zuzuschauen.Und so begann mein Abenteuer mit Max Yearwood.Zu dem Zeitpunkt war er alles, was ich brauchte - witzig, sexy, zu allem bereit, und nur noch für ein paar Monate in der Stadt, da er einen Vertrag bei einem Team viertausend Kilometer entfernt unterschrieben hatte.Max schlug vor, dass wir den Sommer damit verbringen, mir zu helfen, meinen Ex zu vergessen. Das klang wie ein guter Plan. Die Dinge konnten nicht allzu ernst werden, wenn wir ein Verfallsdatum hatten. Oder?Nun, Sie wissen ja, wie das ist, wenn man sich ganz fest etwas vornimmt.

Vi Keeland, auteure de bests-sellers no 1 au classement du New York Times, nous livre un nouveau roman intégral, torride et sexy.La première fois que j'ai rencontré Max Yearwood, j'avais rendez-vous avec lui sans l'avoir encore jamais vu.Max était incroyablement beau et drôle, et notre alchimie a tout de suite crevé le plafond. Il avait aussi d'adorables fossettes.Pile ce dont j'avais besoin après ma séparation.Ou du moins, c'était ce que je croyais...Jusqu'à ce que l'homme avec qui j'avais réellement rendez-vous arrive.Il s'avère que ce n'était pas Max que je devais rencontrer ce soir-là. Il s'était simplement prêté au jeu avant l'arrivée de mon véritable compagnon d'un soir.Dire que j'étais déçue serait un euphémisme.Avant de partir, il m'a glissé un billet pour un match de hockey à quelques rues de là, au cas où la soirée tournerait court avec l'autre homme.J'ai jeté le billet dans mon sac et me suis efforcée d'apprécier la compagnie de celui que j'étais censée rencontrer.Pour le coup, il n'y a pas eu la moindre étincelle entre lui et moi.Alors, sur le chemin du retour, j'ai décidé de tenter ma chance en passant au match.À mon arrivée, le siège à côté du mien était vide.Déçue pour la deuxième fois de la soirée, j'ai décidé de partir à la fin de la mi-temps.Juste avant le coup de sifflet, un membre de l'équipe a marqué et la foule a laissé éclater sa joie.Le visage d'un joueur est alors apparu sur l'écran géant. Il portait un casque, mais je suis restée pétrifiée quand il a souri. Vous l'avez deviné : l'homme aux fossettes.Apparemment, celui qui s'était fait passer pour mon compagnon d'un soir ne m'avait pas invitée à regarder le match de hockey avec lui, il m'avait invitée à le regarder jouer.C'est ainsi qu'a commencé ma petite aventure avec Max Yearwood.Il représentait tout ce dont j'avais besoin à cette période de ma vie : drôle, sexy, prêt à tout, et disponible pour quelques mois seulement, avant de rejoindre sa nouvelle équipe à plus de trois mille kilomètres de là.Max m'a proposé de passer l'été avec moi pour m'aider à oublier mon ex. Ça me semblait un bon plan. Notre relation ne pouvait pas devenir trop sérieuse, puisqu'elle avait déjà une date d'expiration. Pas vrai ?Eh bien, sachez que même les meilleurs plans ne sont pas toujours couronnés de succès.

Ein unabhängiger und sexy Feinde-zu-Geliebten Liebesroman von Nr. 1 New York Times Bestsellerautorin Vi Keeland.Die Fehde zwischen Weston Lockwood und mir begann am Altar.Nur dass keiner von uns an dieser Hochzeit teilnahm und die Trauung fand bereits einige Jahrzehnte vor unserer Geburt statt.Unsere Großväter waren einst beste Freunde und Geschäftspartner, zumindest bis zu dem Hochzeitstag meines Großvaters - als seine Braut damit herausplatzte, dass sie ihn nicht heiraten könne, da sie ebenfalls in Westons Großvater verliebt sei.Die zwei Männer kämpften jahrelang um Grace Copeland, die zufälligerweise auch die Geschäftspartnerin der beiden war. Doch am Ende gelang es keinem von beiden, ihr gesamtes Herz zu erobern.Schließlich gingen alle ihre eigenen Wege. Unsere Großväter heirateten andere Frauen und die beiden Männer wurden zu den größten Rivalen im Geschäftsleben, die die Welt je gesehen hatte.Unsere Väter fuhren mit der Tradition fort, sich zu bekriegen. Genauso wie Weston und ich.Meistens hielten wir großen Abstand voneinander.Bis zu dem Tag, an dem die Frau, die diesen Streit verursacht hatte, starb - und unseren Großvätern überraschenderweise eines der wertvollsten Hotels der Welt vermachte.Nun sitze ich in einem Hotel fest mit einem Mann, den ich hassen soll, und versuche, das Chaos zu entwirren, das unsere Familien geerbt haben.Wie üblich hat es nicht lange gedauert, bis wir anfingen, uns an die Gurgel zu gehen.Weston Lockwood verkörpert alles, was ich verabscheue. Er ist groß, klug, eingebildet und viel zu attraktiv. Wir sind wie Wasser und Öl.Doch das sollte eigentlich kein Problem sein. Unsere Familien sind es gewohnt, Krieg zu führen. Es gibt nur eine kleine Schwierigkeit. Jedes Mal wenn Weston und ich uns streiten, landen wir im Bett.

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.

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?

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."--

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 ?

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?

Jack and Syd spent a week in paradise. It was only supposed to be a fling. But life can be funny sometimes, and circumstances brought them back together again. Together they seemed to have found their happy ever after. But when Sydney is offered a chance at the career she has always wanted, she must leave Jack behind to follow her dreams. Can their love survive long distance? Sydney’s touring with a man every woman wants, but he only has eyes for Syd. And an unexpected tragedy leaves Jack feeling remorseful. Can the two find a way through to forever?

It didn’t matter that the ref called it a clean hit. Nico Hunter would never be the same. Elle has a good life. A job she loves, a great apartment, and the guy she’s been dating for more than two years is a catch and a half. But it’s boring…and she strives to keep it that way. Too many emotions are dangerous. Her own past is living proof of what can happen when you lose control.Then Nico walks into Elle’s office and everything changes…for both of them. But what can the tattooed, hard-bodied MMA fighter and the beautiful and always steady attorney have in common? A lot more than they bargained for. 

Meet Liv MichaelsIt may have been seven years, but I'd know him anywhere. Sure, he's grown, filled out in all the right places, but his captivating blue eyes and cocky grin are exactly the way I remember. Even though I'd much rather forget.Liv Michaels is almost there. She's smart, determined and weeks away from landing the job she's dreamed about for years. Time healed old wounds, even her broken heart from the devastation of being crushed by her first love.Meet Vince StoneWomen love a fighter, especially a good one. Lucky for me, I'm damn good. But there's one woman that isn't interested. Not again, anyway.Vince 'The Invincible' Stone is every woman's fantasy...strong, sexy, confident and completely in control. Growing up surrounded by chaos, he's learned never to get too attached. Love will drag you down. He adores women, treats them well, puts their own needs before his own...for the night anyway. With the biggest fight of his life coming up, his focus should be on training.When fate brings Vince & Liv back together again, there's no denying the chemistry is still there. But can Vince erase the old scars their past left behind? Or will Liv hurt him instead?

They say men like a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. I never knew the sentiment was reciprocal. Until I met Jax Knight. A gentleman in public, a commanding, dirty talking rogue in the bedroom.Daughter of legendary fighter “The Saint,” Lily St. Claire knows firsthand how fighters can be. As the owner of a chain of MMA gyms, she’s no stranger to aggressive, dominating, and possessive men. That’s why she’s always kept her distance. But the day Jax Knight walks through her door she’s captivated by his charm. Stunningly handsome, well mannered, Ivy League educated, and confident, he shatters all the preconceived notions she’d come to think were true about men who trained to fight.But falling for someone so soon after her breakup wasn’t something she’d planned on. And definitely not something her ex plans to allow.