Bøger af Julie Kriss

The only person more damaged than I am is Axel de Vries, the drummer for the Road Kings. He's a rock star, my new neighbor, and a blond god with tattoos. The eye candy from my window is crazy. But he's just pulled himself out of addiction, and I've just escaped a devastating relationship. We're both too scarred to handle getting involved. So we make an agreement: We're just friends. Axel is good at the friends thing-too good. He'd be the best friend I ever had, except that suddenly I'm accompanying him on tour to keep him sober. And the more time I spend with him, the less I want friendship. I'm keeping him clean. He's keeping me sane. We're saying no to temptation. But what would happen-just once-if both of us said yes?

Dear Wesley Kane, We are not getting married. I know we had to get engaged as part of our companies' merger plans, but a fake engagement is all I'll agree to. For business purposes. We are never, ever getting married.We have nothing in common. I'm the nerdy do-gooder girl with glasses and you're the playboy with a new woman on his arm every week. I'm not your type, and you're not mine.Okay, so you're incredibly gorgeous. And funny. And you keep giving me That Look. And you've ditched all your other girlfriends for me. And I've seen you in nothing but your boxer shorts, and I'm still thinking about it. Because...wow.We have to be married by midnight Christmas Eve, and the deadline is getting closer. It doesn't matter if you might be my dream guy. It doesn't matter if I'm falling for you-it's just a business deal.We are never, ever-Oh God, I just kissed you again

I hate Jason Carsleigh. Gorgeous, sexy, perfect Jason Carsleigh. He was the golden boy in high school - the one every girl dreamed about. Except me. I have my reasons. He owes me big, so I'm calling in a favor. I need Jason as my date for my ex's wedding. He just has to wear a suit, look hot, and pretend he likes me. Then I'm done with him forever. I'm not going to tell him my secrets. I'm not going to see the not-so-golden side no one else gets to see. I'm not going to fall for him. And I'm definitely not going to rip that sexy suit off him and do every dirty thing imaginable. But every time I get close to the guy I hate, I get in trouble.One date. How bad can it be? NOTE: This book was previously published under the title Bad Wedding

I can't date Dean Madden. He's a bad boy and my older brother's best friend. So what if I pretended he was my fake boyfriend in high school? That was a long time ago, and he never has to know. We're both grown up now. It's never going to happen. Until one hot weekend when everything happens. Now Dean has made a bet with me: four weeks of dating, and whoever gets dumped first loses. In order to win, I just have to date him. And the more dates we go on, the more I see the things Dean hides from the rest of the world. This might be crazy. It might make my brother mad. It might not be forever, no matter how much I want it to be. And it might be the wildest four weeks of my life. NOTE: This book was previously published under the title Bad Boyfriend.

Emily was a cop's daughter, and I was the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. At eighteen, our affair was wild and completely secret. Until she left town for college and a better life, and I hit the road to nowhere. Eight years later, we're both back in town. My father is in prison; Emily is selflessly helping her sister. We should be farther apart than we've ever been. But I've never been able to resist temptation, especially when that temptation is Emily. I shouldn't go near her. But I do. She shouldn't say yes. But she does. Our chemistry is hotter than ever, but she's hiding something from me. Just like I'm hiding something from her. It's hard to tell whose secrets are more dangerous, until it all goes to hell. I can save her - and she can save me. But we'll have to break the rules. We're from different worlds. We don't belong together. But in the end, Emily and I are going to have to get dirty.

Alex Blake is trouble. Tall, dark, sexy, tattooed trouble. He was trouble when he was my teenage boyfriend, and he hasn't changed. He was my biggest mistake. But we divorced a long time ago, and we bandaged our wounds and moved on. Our hearts bleeding, but alive. Now I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it's put me in danger-the kind that could kill me. And who shows up to save my life? My sexy ex-husband, that's who. He says he's the only one who can protect me.But the truth? The truth is that he is the only one who can destroy me. And Alex Blake destroys me in the best possible way...

They told me Noah Pearson was gorgeous. Sinful. A successful venture capitalist. A Hollywood playboy. The kind of man I can usually spend the night with, then walk away from, no strings attached. No one told me I'd become addicted. Noah is all wrong for me. He's charming and scandalous. He tears down all the careful walls I live behind. But when he talks dirty to me in that voice as smooth as whiskey, it isn't long before I'm throwing out my rule book and agreeing to a sexy, no-emotions-allowed fling. It shouldn't mean anything to either of us. We should be able to walk away. Why, then, do I feel like our white-hot affair is the only thing worth fighting for?

Second chances burn hotterThe assignment should be a fashion stylist's dream. Dane Scotland-brilliant programmer, millionaire, partner in my brother's company-is going to a big-money meeting, and he needs to look the part.The problem? Dane doesn't want a makeover. He's grumpy and reclusive, and his wardrobe consists of two pairs of old jeans. He doesn't want me anywhere near him.Did I mention that he's my brother's best friend? And that no one knows exactly what Dane and I got up to ten years ago?The nerd I knew is gone-Dane ditched his glasses and bulked up. Now he's six-foot-plus of hot genius, but I can be professional. I can definitely keep my hands off him. Again.But when he looks at me like he used to, like no one else ever has, the only thing I want is to lose control.Dane and I gave each other our first taste of heartbreak. Are we destined for another round?

A billionaire. His assistant. And a game that could cost both their heartsAidan Winters. Gorgeous, brilliant, ruthless, and filthy rich. He's known as the Man in Black, because New York's most sought-after bachelor is icy perfection in an all-black suit.As his executive assistant, I know his suit size, the security code to his penthouse, and the number to his private line. The only thing I don't know is what would make him fall to his knees for a woman.And then, one night, I discover Aidan's sexy secret. And he discovers mine.Now we play a very dirty game. By day, we're all business. But by night... he's not Aidan and I'm not me.No emotions. No lies. Except for one.If you think this is a story about a girl who hates her boss, think again.

First Rule of Spite Club: Don't fall for your fake boyfriend. Here's what happened: My boyfriend cheated on me with Nick Mason's girlfriend.We're both angry. What better way to get revenge than to pretend to get together out of spite? Nick is rude and rebellious and completely freaking gorgeous. He's not my type, and I'm not his. There's no way we would work outside of our little game of dirty sex and well kept secrets. The problem is, he's an addiction. Or maybe a plague. The more time I spend with him, the more I risk my good-girl image and my carefully built life. I might want what's bad for me. I might want Nick. And I might have to convince him - if I can survive him.

What happens when an ex-con inherits a billion dollars? Very bad things. Devon Wilder is a mystery. To me, he's Mister Hot, Dark, and Handsome, the neighbor I watch from the window, wondering what he's really like. Turns out, he's a thief. A getaway driver. He gives me the hottest night of my life before he's put away for taking the wrong job. When he's gone, I try to forget about him and get on with my normal, unexciting life. Until he gets out, and an inheritance makes him a billionaire. Now Devon is back. He's the richest ex-con you've ever seen. He doesn't care about penthouses, fancy dinners, or private jets. He doesn't care that his enemies are after him. He doesn't care that everything is about to go up in flames. In his world of chaos, Devon Wilder says he only cares about one thing. Me.

A reclusive millionaire. A stripper with the wrong address. A hot random encounter that neither of them can forget. I have rules. I get paid, I take my clothes off, and I go home. No touching. It's just a job. Until one day I'm sent to the wrong apartment. The man who comes to the door is big, bearded perfection. He looks at me like no one else ever has. And for the first time in my life, I break every one of my rules. Max Reilly is not what he seems. He may wear jeans and T-shirts, but he's filthy rich. His scars inside and out have made him a recluse. And for some reason, I can't get enough. We're both broken. Maybe we can't be fixed. Together we're fire and gasoline. But I'll let everything burn if he'll just touch me one more time...