Bøger af R S Grey

NatalieDr. Easton is part man, part myth. He's a formidable surgeon. Highly respected in his field.He also happens to be an ex-collegiate quarterback with a classically handsome face.Are you catching on yet?He's horrible.Beautiful.A walking Ralph Lauren ad.He's also so off limits he should come with a warning label: This way lies heartache.Not only is he an attending at the hospital where I'm training, he's also my brother's best friend. If you've lost count, that's two reasons why I plan on putting this ridiculous crush behind me. Besides, it's definitely not mutual. Dr. Easton has never once paid me special attention. No tempting smirks. Not even one subtle innuendo. To him, I'm just another resident-all but invisible.ConnorFor the last five years, I've mentored Natalie in the OR, stayed in line, and kept my hands to myself, but it's been agonizing.Natalie is trouble in scrubs. A walking temptation I've been forced to ignore. For so long, I've wanted her in silence. By the time fate finally gets around to throwing me a bone, my patience has run out.Natalie's brother is leaving town, and he wants me to watch over her while he's gone.He has no idea how I feel about her.Neither does she.But she will.Haven't you heard good things come to those who wait, Natalie? Well...I've done my waiting.

When 27-year-old pop sensation Brooklyn Heart steps in front of a microphone, her love songs enchant audiences worldwide. But when it comes to her own love life, the only spell she's under is a dry one.So when her label slots her for a Grammy performance with the sexy and soulful Jason Monroe, she can't help but entertain certain fantasies... those in which her G-string gets more play than her guitars'.Only one problem. Jason is a lyrical lone wolf that isn't happy about sharing the stage--nor his ranch -- with the sassy singer. But while it may seem like a song entitled 'Jason Monroe Is an Arrogant Ho' basically writes itself, their label and their millions of fans are expecting recording gold...They're expecting The Duet.A fun & sexy Romantic Comedy.

Dear Past Me, Future You here, coming to offer a little advice: hang on for dear life. This summer is going to be a wild one. I know what you're thinking: Life's going so well! I don't have a care in the world! Wrong. That culinary career you love so much? It's about to go up in smoke, and your boyfriend? Yeah...he's a goner too. If only love were as simple as, say, actually adding yourself to the lease agreement so you don't suddenly find yourself loveless, jobless, and homeless! Did your five-year plan include moving back in with your family and sharing a bed with your Nonna? No? Well, hate to break it to you...it's exactly as traumatizing as it sounds. Have you had enough? Too bad. Buckle up-it gets worse. Your new boss is a professional baseball player, and he's hot, like really hot, but you'll pretend not to notice because he's a single dad and it feels wrong to ogle him in front of his innocent child. Unfortunately, he thinks you're sexy as hell too. Unrequited love is one thing; mutual off-limits pining destined to explode in the worst of ways? What could go wrong...wrong...wrong... (That's me fading out because you have to take it from here, kid. Good luck! Don't screw this up for me.) Sincerely, Your future (wiser) self

Set sail with USA Today bestselling author R.S. Grey in this sizzling romance between old rivals who reunite on a cruise ship, only to discover that they want much more than just another competition.Casey Hughes is a struggling travel journalist desperate for a big break when she lands the assignment of a lifetime: hop on board Aurelia for its maiden voyage through paradise. While she'll bask in the luxury cruise ship's fine dining and complimentary spa treatments, her real mission is to snag an exclusive interview with Phillip Woodmont.Casey and the elusive shipping heir have history. Once, they were nothing short of brutal enemies. Though the former brace-faced teen is now a suited-up CEO with devastating good looks, he makes it clear to Casey that he has no interest in forgetting their past.The volatile grudge between them is as explosive as ever. More than once Casey is tempted to toss Phillip overboard, but for her work, she'll have to swallow her pride. If it's an apology he's after, she'll serve it up on a silver platter. If he wants her to walk the plank, she'll salute with an aye, aye, Captain.Casey can't let him provoke her. She needs this interview. So if Phillip wants to play dirty, Casey will just have to play dirtier.

USA TODAY BESTSELLER#1 Sports Romance What started out as a joke-seduce Coach Wilder-soon became a goal she had to score. With Olympic tryouts on the horizon, the last thing nineteen-year-old Kinsley Bryant needs to add to her plate is Liam Wilder. He's a professional soccer player, America's favorite bad-boy, and has all the qualities of a skilled panty-dropper. - A face that makes girls weep - check.- Abs that can shred Parmesan cheese (the expensive kind) - check.- Enough confidence to shift the earth's gravitational pull - double check. Not to mention Liam is strictly off limits . Forbidden. Her coaches have made that perfectly clear. (i.e. "Score with Coach Wilder anywhere other than the field and you'll be cut from the team faster than you can count his tattoos.") But that just makes him all the more enticing...Besides, Kinsley's already counted the visible ones, and she is not one to leave a project unfinished. Kinsley tries to play the game her way as they navigate through forbidden territory, but Liam is determined to teach her a whole new definition for the term "team bonding." SCORING WILDER is a full-length romantic comedy. I've also included a short excerpt from my #1 bestseller THE SUMMER GAMES: SETTLING THE SCORE!

I'm desperate and destitute when Lockwood Construction rolls into my small town with an offer too good to pass up: high wages to any able-bodied man willing to join their crew. Say no more. I throw on baggy clothes, tuck my long hair under a baseball hat, and apply for a job. Unfortunately, my half-baked idea of disguising myself as a guy is flawed from the beginning. As Shakira says, these hips don't lie. Still, I like to think I might have pulled the whole thing off save for one thing: I know my boss. Last month, we met at a bar, and after a fiery first encounter, it seems we're destined to be sworn enemies. Ethan Stone is ruthless and arrogant, a man I never would have crossed had I known how much he likes to toy with his prey. He should just fire me and be done with it. Instead, he decides to make me his personal slave. Oh right, I think they're calling it personal "assistant" these days. It's torture, all of it-his bad attitude, his ruggedly chiseled face, his desire to grind me into dust. Every one of our friction-filled battles burns hotter than the last. A girl can only hold out for so long. Soon, I'm bound to go up in flames. My objective? Survive the heat long enough to send home a paycheck. My real objective? Stop having X-rated fantasies about my coldhearted boss.

A full-length STANDALONE romantic comedy from USA TODAY bestselling author R.S. Grey.Dr. Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital. The scrub techs say he's cold-blooded, the nurses say he's too cocky for his own good, and the residents say he's the best surgeon in the world-really, just a swell guy!-on the off chance he's within earshot. I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. It's just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he's-ravishing-you hair and chiseled jaw from a healthy distance, preferably from the other end of the hallway...half-hidden behind a plant.Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol' boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: switch specialties and spend months retraining, or take an open position as Dr. Russell's surgical assistant. That means I have to stand near him in the OR for hours on end and anticipate his every need without letting his biting words and bad attitude intimidate me. Oh, and as if that's not difficult enough, my silly crush on him-the one I've tried to stomp on until it disappears-might just be reciprocated.It's fine. I'm fine. I take my job seriously. There will be no smoldering bedroom eyes across the operating table, no angry almost-kisses in the supply closet. (Well, no more of those.) What's the phrase? An apple a day keeps the doctor away?Maybe I should go for a whole damn bushel.HOTSHOT DOC is a full-length romantic comedy. For a limited time, I've also included an excerpt from my #1 bestseller ANYTHING YOU CAN DO!

A full-length STANDALONE romance from USA TODAY bestselling author R.S. Grey. When her mother's incessant matchmaking hits an all-time high, Georgie Archibald does what any sensible woman would do: she flees the country.Seeking refuge in the picturesque seaside village of Vernazza, Italy, Georgie's only plan is to lie low, gorge herself on gelato, and let the wine and waves wash her troubles away...that is until she wakes up in a bed that belongs to the most romantic-looking man she's ever seen.Gianluca.After going out of his way to rescue her, the former London financier turned mysterious recluse makes it clear that despite acting as her white knight, he has no plans to co-star in her fairytale.But Georgie isn't asking for his heart-she's merely intrigued. After all, Gianluca isn't just gorgeous-tall and tan from days spent in the sun-his touch sets her world on fire. With him, Georgie experiences the most intoxicating passion she's ever known, and it only takes a few steamy nights for her to realize that sometimes running away from trouble is the best way to find it.

I thought I'd left Blackwater, Texas behind for good. I didn't belong in the small town, but my dad wouldn't listen. He dragged me back home in his beat-up truck and dropped a bomb along the way: Chase Matthews was moving in with us. He was the golden boy of my high school, my former best friend, and the last person I wanted sleeping across the hall. His presence was too great a reminder of the ghosts I was trying to forget.I didn't ask for a hero. I don't want to be saved.To me, Lilah Calloway meant late nights sneakin' out, moonlit hair, and sparklers in July. She was my best friend until the day she left and I'd assumed Blackwater had seen the last of her. Then, like a tempest, she rolled back into town for the final half of senior year. The chopped hair and dark devil-may-care attitude warned most people away, but I knew if I fought hard enough, I could find the lost girl.I didn't want to be her hero. Some girls don't need to be saved.

I'm good at hiding my feelings.Having to pretend I'm not in love with my best friend?Pfft. That's child's play.Here's how I do it: I avert my eyes when he walks out of his room, shirtless in all his toned glory. I squash the butterflies that fill my stomach every time he slowly unfurls a dimpled smile. And, most importantly, I keep an arsenal of "personal massagers" in my bedside drawer. Wink.Not to brag, but Aiden Smith isn't hard to resist if you've been doing it for as long as I have. In fact, we might have continued as best friends forever if not for the fact that I needed him to play the part of my fake boyfriend.Date me like you mean it, I told him. Nudge nudge. C'mon, just go along with a little lie, help a girl out, and then we can all return to life as we know it.Except he veered from the plan.He crossed the line.Flirting with me when no one else was around? Pinning me down and kissing me like that? Okay, how exactly is taking off my bra part of the ruse, Aiden?!I'd ask him about it if I could, but well...things got ugly and we're not best friends anymore.In fact, we're the exact opposite. Now, I have to play nice even though I want to crush his heart in the palm of my hand. Pretending not to love Aiden was the easy part.Pretending not to hate him?Well...I might need a little more practice.

From: LilyNBlack@Gmail.comTo: JosephineKeller@VogueMagazine.comSubject: You're a flippin' idiotGood morning my dear, naive friend, I hope you're enjoying a breakfast of regret and sorrow.Why? Because you sent me to work for Dean Harper, aka a control freak in a tailor-made suit. Sure he owns the trendiest restaurants in NYC, but c'mon Jo, his ego makes Kanye West look like the Dalai Lama.He's the type of guy that only hears the word "no" when it's followed by "don't stop."Working for Dean Harper would be like selling my soul to the devil...and before you say anything, I don't care if the devil has punch-you-in-the-gut brown eyes and an ass to match. My soul isn't for sale.Love, Regretfully yours, LilyThe Allure of Dean Harper is a full-length standalone romance with overlapping characters from The Allure of Julian Lefray. Both books can be read separately. Chronologically, The Allure of Julian Lefray happens first. **This book is rated 18+ for explicit sexual situations and language. Reader discretion is advised

From the USA TODAY Bestselling author of Scoring Wilder, comes a sexy new STANDALONE novel. I despise Erik Winter.He's arrogant and cruel-a man I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy-and by some twisted turn of fate, he's my new Olympic gymnastics coach.I've had to contend with gruff coaches in the past, but Erik is far worse. His stern demeanor complements a body built for intimidation, and his reprimands come from a mouth so cunning, I know it could strip me of my defenses-if I let it.Though each of us would love to be rid of the other forever, we are bound to each other by need and necessity. I'm his rising star, his best shot at proving himself to his critics. And without a coach, I have zero chance of winning gold in Rio.The easiest way forward would be to wave a white flag and make peace with the man I'll be sharing close quarters with for the foreseeable future, but he is intent on war.Fine. By. Me.If he pushes me, I'll push back harder. If he wants to test me, to play with my head, I'll show him just how many boundaries I'm willing to cross. Because I know it's not a choice between winning or warring-not if you can have them both. At the end of it all, I plan on leaving Rio with gold around my neck and his icy heart in the palm of my hand.

If someone had told me a year ago that I was about to fall in love, go on an epic road trip, ride a Triceratops, sing on a bar, and lose my virginity, I would have assumed they were on drugs.Well, that is, until I met Beckham. Beck was mostly to blame for my recklessness. Gorgeous, clever, undeniably charming Beck barreled into my life as if it were his mission to make sure I never took living for granted. He showed me that there were no boundaries, rules were for the spineless, and a kiss was supposed to happen when I least expected.Beck was the plot twist that took me by surprise. Two months before I met him, death was knocking at my door. I'd all but given up my last scrap of hope when suddenly, I was given a second chance at life. This time around, I wasn't going to let it slip through my fingers.We set out on a road trip with nothing to lose and no guarantees of tomorrow.Our road trip was about young, reckless love. The kind of love that burns bright.The kind of love that no road-map could bring me back from.**Recommended for ages 17+ due to language and sexual situations.**

Nicholas Hunt is the man I hate.For good reason.His opinion of me is tainted by prejudice even before my arrival at his grandmother's estate, and my first impression of him is just as abysmal.His arrogance and icy demeanor make it clear that he's the type of man who's best handled at a distance.Fortunately, space shouldn't be an issue inside this Gilded Age mansion and its lush gardens. If I stick with the servants and he keeps to his sailboat and vintage Porsche, we should hardly cross paths at all. Unfortunately, at Rosethorn, I find that all roads eventually lead to Nicholas Hunt.Sparks fly as we spar at the dinner table. Fighting words are flung in the shadows of the palatial halls. We hang suspended in our hatred of one another, painfully oblivious to the heat and tension that build with every moment we're left alone. We're liable to kill one another, I think...right up until my eyes land on his lips and a new feeling grips hold of me: lust. What's worse? He knows it.They say you should keep your enemies close, but when Nicholas tightens his grip on my waist and draws me near, I'm not sure if it's out of loathing or love. One thing's for sure-I intend to find out.

At Twin Oaks Country Club, there are the fortunate ones, and then there are the rest of us: the waiters, the caddies, the valets, and in my case, the cabana girls. Most days, I'm poolside in a pleated skirt, dishing out margaritas to tycoons and titans. It's not exactly my dream job, but it does come with one perk... James Ashwood. He's my silver lining in a custom black suit. Besides being a legacy member at the club, he's a tech mogul and Austin's most eligible bachelor. Oh, and those dimples? Yeah, they make my stomach dip too. On good days, I catch his sleek Porsche winding down the tree-lined drive. On better days, I steal a glimpse of his handsome profile as we pass in the hall. And on the absolute best day, I find him alone at the bar, looking for company. "Come have a seat." Those four little words set me down a path I never could have imagined. Private planes, penthouse suites, and temptations around every corner make it impossible to keep my distance. His world feels decadent and wild-but overindulgence comes with a cost. Every kiss comes with strings. Every erotic encounter is a promise I'm not ready to keep. When I pump the brakes, he hits the gas. James doesn't want to go slow-he wants a commitment. And the thing about the fortunate ones? They're used to getting what they want.

As an Olympic rookie, Andie Foster has spent far more time in her cleats than between the sheets. For 21 years, her Friday nights have consisted of blocking shots rather than taking them. But now that she's landed in Rio, she's ready to see for herself if the rumors about the Olympic Village are true: - The athletes are all sex-crazed maniacs...- The committee passes out condoms like candy...- The games continue long after the medals have been handed out...As Andie walks the line between rumor and reality, she's forced into the path of Frederick Archibald, a decorated Olympic swimmer and owner of a sexy British accent-too bad he's unavailable in a way that "it's complicated" doesn't even begin to explain.In other words: off limits.It doesn't matter that he has abs that could bring peace to the Middle East and a smile that makes even the Queen blush; Andie fully intends on keeping her focus on the soccer field. But the Village is small. Suffocating. Everywhere Andie goes, Freddie happens to be there-shirtless, wet from the pool, and determined to show her a whole new meaning of the phrase "international affairs".

Lucas Thatcher has always been my enemy.It's been a decade since I've seen him, but our years on opposite coasts were less of a lasting peace and more of a temporary cease-fire. Now that we're both back in our small town, I know Lucas expects the same old war, but I've changed since high school-and from the looks of it, so has he.The arrogant boy who was my teenage rival is now a chiseled doctor armed with intimidating good looks. He is Lucas Thatcher 2.0, the new and improved version I'll be competing with in the workplace instead of the schoolyard.I'm not worried; I'm a doctor now too, board-certified and sexy in a white coat. It almost feels like winning will be too easy-until Lucas unveils a tactic neither of us has ever used before: sexual warfare.The day he pushes me up against the wall and presses his lips to mine, I can't help but wonder if he's filling me with passion or poison. Every fleeting touch is perfect torture. With every stolen kiss, my walls crumble a little more. After all this time, Lucas knows exactly how to strip me of my defenses, but I'm in no hurry to surrender.Knowing thy enemy has never felt so good.

I have one simple rule: don't date professional baseball players. There are no exceptions, no workarounds. "What if-"No."Could he-"Nuh-uh. With a brother in the league, I've seen the good, the bad, and the downright horrifying. Those guys might seem tantalizing when they're in uniform down on the field, hitting grand slams in front of a crowd of adoring fans, but I know better. The huge egos? The insane travel schedules? The veritable buffet of female companions? No ma'am. Professional athletes are best handled at a distance, preferably far enough away that their chiseled jawlines blur into oblivion. Enter Grant Navarro. He's the baseball player to end all baseball players. The one I should have marked with a big red X the first moment I laid eyes on him. Only the night we met (and kissed-oops), I didn't know he was my brother's newest teammate. Imagine my shock when I realized the sexiest man in Manhattan was officially off limits. Just my luck! Let the record show that I had every intention of following my rule and staying away from Grant. When he smiled that irresistible smile and those dimples popped, I stood my ground. When he made it very clear he'd love to pick up where we left off the night we met, I said, Hold it right there, partner. When he messaged me all sorts of naughty things on Instagram, I logged out of that app so fast I dented my iPhone screen. Baseball players are bad, bad, bad. So tell me why giving in to Grant just for a night, getting one taste of what could be starts to seem not just tempting, but downright mandatory. Yeah, about that one simple rule...haven't you heard?Rules are meant to be broken.

CANDACE: KAT & YASMINE! DO NOT DALLY! Come straight home after work. Kat, don't take the long route from the subway station just so you can pass by Cute Hot Dog Guy. This is important! I've had THE BEST DAY. You won't believe it. There I was in my preschool classroom, washing a bit of poo out of some soggy trousers, when this absolute babe came to collect his nephew from my class. Truthfully, I thought I'd blacked out for a moment when I first saw him. He was a proper hunk with glorious brown hair, quite tall, and he had these arms. Are muscly arms supposed to turn me on? I'm panting just thinking about them.Anyway, he told me he's a professional foosball player. At least, I think that's what he said. The tots can get quite loud near pick-up time. YASMINE: Foosball? What are you on about? Have you gone mad?KAT: Oh sod off. So what if I like to have a good look at Hot Dog Guy's arse on my trek home after a hard day's work? It's called self-care.CANDACE: Kat, you're hopeless. Yasmine, yes-foosball! I suppose it's a big thing over here in the States? We must investigate and learn everything we can. By the way, he's called Logan.Logan + Candace. I think that sounds quite nice! I can hear the wedding bells now. Dum dum da-dum.YASMINE Oh good grief. I suppose we can do some snooping when I get home. I'll grab wine on my way.KAT I'll grab hot dogs.THE TROUBLE WITH QUARTERBACKS is a hilarious romance about unlikely love found between a British preschool teacher and the professional quarterback who sweeps her off her feet.

This book is a STANDALONE. It follows two side characters from The Duet, but every detail you need to know will be included.Five minutes until the interview begins. Fresh on the heels of her college graduation, Cameron Heart has landed an interview at a prestigious architecture firm.Four minutes until the interview. She knows she's only there because the owner, Grayson Cole, is her older sister's friend.Three minutes. For the last seven years, Grayson has been the most intimidating man Cammie has ever had the pleasure, or displeasure, of being around.Two Minutes. But the job opportunity is too good to pass up. So, Cammie will have to ignore the fact that Grayson is handsome enough to have his own national holiday. One. After all, she shouldn't feel that way about her new boss. And, he will be her new boss...."I'm not intimidated by you," I said with a confident smile."Perhaps we should fix that, Ms. Heart. Close the door."

From: JosephineKeller@LLDesigns.comTo: LilyNBlack@gmail.comSubject: Justin Timberlake Nudes!Lily, you predictable perv. I knew you'd open this email faster if I tempted you with a glimpse of JT's "PP". Well, put your pants back on and grab some bubbly because I have much better news to share.I GOT A JOB!As of tomorrow, I'll be the new executive assistant at Lorena Lefray Designs. I am SO excited, but there's one itty bitty problem: I won't be Lorena's assistant. I'll be working for her older brother, Julian.I know what you're thinking- "But Jo, what's the problem?"Google him. Now. He's the man in the fitted navy suit whose face reminds you that there's hope yet for this cruel, ugly world. Keep scrolling...Do you see those dimples? Yup. That's the Julian Lefray I will be reporting to tomorrow morning.Lord, help us all...XO, Jo

Biting banter is all they know. But messy feelings have a way of coming to the surface in this beachside romance from USA Today bestselling author R.S. Grey.Paige Young and Cole Clark are polar opposites. A world traveler since birth, Paige loves to lead activities for guests at a luxury island resort in Turks and Caicos. From bingo nights to cliffside hikes, Paige is up for anything. Cole, meanwhile, prefers his number-crunching desk job. He's the assistant director at the resort--stiff and meticulous. He's so by the book that he keeps the book. In his desk drawer.They're perfectly aligned in one way, though--their ability to drive each other crazy. Every day brings a fresh battle of wits. They're rivals, archnemeses...and they're definitely never going to talk about that one time they kissed. Ha ha. Nope!But when Paige finds out that Cole has been ordered to fire her on the same day a hurricane threatens their little slice of paradise, it's clear the game is over.At odds, in peril, and forced to shelter in place together, these two enemies might finally have to confront their true feelings. (You know, the ones hidden under all those withering looks.)