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USA Today bestselling author Sara Ney sizzles with a quick-witted, sexy romp about an eager entrepreneur and a cocky football star who couldn't be more different--or more into each other.Harlow James is destined to rock the dating world. The creator of Kissmet, the app helping singles find love, she's in New York to secure advertisers. But the sassy, small-town girl can't help meddling in other people's business.When she runs into a muscular stranger at her go-to food truck, Harlow doesn't realize he's Landon "Andy" Burke, the NFL's most-wanted free agent, in town to talk contracts. She just sees a hottie about to get burned by undercooked street food. Though she tries to warn him, he shrugs her off, making a little wager instead.In a messy twist of fate, Andy finds himself in the same hotel as Harlow. When she collects on their bet, they make a mind-blowing--and bed-rocking--connection. But after the weekend, she goes home to Green Bay to her goofy dad and corgi, ready to focus everything on work again. Kissmet, however, has other ideas, when Andy knocks on her door...
I, Drew Colter, have a confession to make...I'm burnt out and need a break. From school, from football-from living with roommates, my obnoxious twin brother and our older brothers girlfriend. The only person who I can talk to these days is my best friend from high school, and he's back in our hometown and halfway across the country. Somehow he convinces me that maybe... ...Maybe it's time to take a trip. Party. Have some fun. That fun does not include his sister. Long black hair and even longer legs, Tess Donahue had lost the braces and gained the confidence she never had as a teenager. She's hilarious, pretty-and when I see her in those cowboy boots? Whoa. Stolen glances. Flirty banter. One drunk filled night. Suddenly, my uncomplicated weekend of 'living a little' in my hometown becomes a lifetime being tied to the one girl that was off limits.
From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sara Ney comes a series about strong, single girls falling in love: accidentally.All I need is a place to hide for a few weeks. The paparazzi were on my case 24/7 and I needed a bit of breathing room-an escape from the madness-before the media frenzy begins. Sure, I could have gone to a secluded cabin in the woods-but I didn't want to be bored out of my mind. I'd seen enough wide open spaces as a kid from Texas to last me a lifetime. So instead, I let my agent hook me up with a modest house in the burbs where we didn't think anyone would find me hiding in plain sight. I'd have a roommate; but supposedly, she was going to give me space. Stay out of my way and respect my boundaries. According to my agent, I wouldn't hear a peep from her. Wrong. He was wrong about everything and now my life was never going to be the same.
Three Littles Lies.... Three complete novella's in one 468 page paperback! BOOK 1: THINGS LIARS SAY Lies, lies, lies; everybody tells them.... Greyson Keller didn't intend to lie; it just came out that way. So when the object of that lie shows up on her doorstep, she is confused, shocked, and embarrassed. Calvin Thompson is an Ivy Leaguer, attending University over an hour away, playing rugby and basically not giving a crap. So imagine his surprise when some guy named Greyson begins rumors online that they're dating -- the only logical solution is to drive an hour and confront him... Be there when Greyson and Cal finally meet face-to-face because. Sparks. Will. Fly. BOOK 2: THINGS LIARS HIDE Secrets, secrets, everybody has them... Tabitha Thompson is many things, but a liar isn't one of them. Unless you count the sexy secret she's spent a year hiding from everyone: her friends, her family. The secret she never counted on anyone discovering... One chance encounter. One clumsy mistake. One sexy discovery. Now, only Collin Keller stands in the way of her secret--and everyone else. And he just may be the one who ruins it all. Tabitha Thompson, you secretive little sneak... BOOK 3: THINGS LIARS FAKE What if... Someone you barely knew asked you for a favor. What if... They needed you to be something you weren't, in exchange for nothing. Unless you count a mouth full of lies and a half-broken heart. Faker. Pretender. Liar. There are worse things to be called. So would you do it? Would you? Daphne Winthrop did. And you're about to find out what happens in the end.
"Hard Fall"That's what my mom is always saying: "The bigger you are, the harder you fall." She's talking about love-I've never been in it myself, but that doesn't stop me from secretly matchmaking for my friends. Who would suspect me, a world class athlete, of meddling in other people's love lives? I love Love, especially when it's not me who's doing the falling..."No Thanks."That's what Hollis Westbrooke said when I asked her on a date. Well, propositioned her, actually-but it was all a big joke; one she doesn't think is funny. My stomach is in knots since I might actually like this girl so the joke is one me. Hollis's father is my boss-and she doesn't date players. The bigger they are, the harder they fall-especially when biggest player is me.
What if... Someone you barely knew asked you for a favor. What if... They needed you to be something you weren't, in exchange for nothing. Unless you count a mouth full of lies and a half-broken heart. Faker. Pretender. Liar. There are worse things to be called. So would you do it? Would you? Daphne Winthrop did. And you're about to find out what happens in the end.
SOME GIRLS HAVE ALL THE LUCKUnfortunately, I am not one of those girls. Not when I lost my apartment because my roommate let the lease lapse while I travel for work. Not when my brothers keep finding love and my mother keeps reminding me I'm still single. Not after a one-night stand during my older brother's wedding has me waking up pregnant. I have to keep it a secret-from him, and my family. I sure can't tell my brother his teammate, Mateo Espinoza, is the man I slept with. Confident, funny, Mateo... A GUY CAN'T CATCH A BREAKJust when I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams, she ghosts me. Worse? Her brother refuses to give me her number, and my calls to her office go straight to voicemail. I thought I was a catch; professional athlete, charming, raised with six sisters-I'm a guy who knows his way to a woman's heart! What reason could she possibly have for avoiding me?When I finally catch up to True Wallace, I'm going to get the answer.
Secrets, secrets, everybody has them... Tabitha Thompson is many things, but a liar isn't one of them. Unless you count the sexy secret she's spent a year hiding from everyone: her friends, her family. The secret she never counted on anyone discovering... One chance encounter. One clumsy mistake. One sexy discovery. Now, only Collin Keller stands in the way of her secret-and everyone else. And he just may be the one who ruins it all... Tabitha Thompson, you secretive little sneak.
Lies, lies, lies; everybody tells them.... Greyson Keller didn't intend to lie; it just came out that way. So when the object of that lie shows up on her doorstep, she is confused, shocked, and embarrassed. Calvin Thompson is an Ivy Leaguer, attending University over an hour away, playing rugby and basically not giving a crap. So imagine his surprise when some guy named Greyson begins rumors online that they're dating -- the only logical solution is to drive an hour and confront him... Be there when Greyson and Cal finally meet face-to-face because. Sparks. Will. Fly. Yes, sparks fly. That's why this book is intended for those 17+ and older. Foul language, cursing, and sexual content.
ABIGAIL DARLINGTON IS AWKWARD...She will never be "that" girl. You know the one: that girl on campus, confident in her own skin. Always saying the right things. Putting herself out there. Knows how to talk to a guy without stammering. Nope. Shy but clever, and easily embarrassed, Abby is fine being the wallflower in her circle of outgoing, beautiful friends; she would rather read about a sexy book boyfriend than actually have a live, breathing one....BUT CALEB LOCKHART IS WORSE.Star goaltender for the University's hockey team, Caleb is quiet and broody, preferring the solitude of his orderly, regimented life. He doesn't like, or need people-and plans to keep it that way. One more year left of hockey and he'll be long gone. AWKWARD NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD. Both their lives change the day that Abigail falls for Caleb. Well, falls directly on top of him, to be accurate. Because sometimes we don't settle into love. We fall there.
From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sara Ney comes a new series about strong, single girls falling in love: accidentally. Love finds you when you least expect it. That's what my nan always said. Love? I wasn't looking for it so how will I know when I've found it? I'm not romantic like she was-I'm realistic and practical. Quick with my wits and hilarious when I'm in the mood, it'll take more than a handsome face to win my affection. Speaking of handsome faces-Elias Cohen is nothing special (no offense); smug, arrogant. Too flirtatious for his own good.He won't charm me with that crooked smile and dimple in his chin. When Elias comes knocking on my office door during a house party after I play wingman for a friend, I'm tempted to slam the door in his face. But I don't.Because If there's one thing I am, it's curious.And wouldn't you know it-Elias needs a favor. Begs for one, actually. He might not be able to make me swoon, but he does need a wingwoman.
"Hard pass."That's what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse-and I never saw her again. It doesn't matter that I'm a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face. Beauty might only be skin deep for some-but I know better."Pay up." That's what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Desperate to sell a set of rare baseball cards, she's clever and entertaining. I'm instantly smitten, but nowhere ready to reveal myself. Thank god she has no idea who I am-or what I look like. I'm a professional athlete--how hard can playing the love game be?
I, Dallas Colter, need a good girl to save my bad reputation. With too much on my plate, the very last thing on my mind was a relationship-the football draft was looming and dating got in the way. I never understood why my teammates bothered with girlfriends. None of us had the time. When my sports agent suggested that being seen in public with a respectable girl would be good for my bad reputation, I couldn't think of a single person to help me out. The only girls I knew weren't wifey material, and the ones who were? Might catch feelings. Except Ryann Winters. Responsible. Sarcastic. Smart. Ryann is perfect but there was one clincher: she was my teammates ex-girlfriend and I had recently been paid by him to dump her. Not the best start to a fake relationship...
HE SAID... "Trust me - If there's one thing I'm not attracted to, it's the shrieking, overly-dramatic shrew that's taken over my sister's apartment. And what is up with her hair? I know what I want; an easy, uncomplicated lay - and Cecelia Carter sure as shit isn't one. But I never could resist a challenge, and vow to wipe that condescending grin off her pretty face. Aw, shit. Did I just call her pretty..?" - Matthew Wakefield SHE SAID... "Trust me - If there's one thing I'm not attracted to, it's an arrogant, selfish and foul-mouth hockey player. I know what I want; someone who's good for my body and soul and makes me laugh - and Matthew Wakefield isn't any of those things. I cannot stand the sight of him; I mean, what a jackass. If I refuse to give him anything but sass and sarcasm, it's only because he deserves it..." - Cecelia Carter
WILL SHE, OR WON'T SHE... Studious and (mostly) sensible, the only thing Molly Wakefield wants to do is get through Senior Year and graduate. Well, that and hit the beach in her spare time. Okay, fine - and go shopping every once in a while for a new dress... (and who could blame her?) And things are going according to plan - until the day she spies Weston McGrath, handsome star athlete and scholar, spying on her in study hall. A tad creepy? Maybe. Thrilling? Absolutely. You see, Weston McGrath happens to be one guy no one can get close to. Despite her best efforts to avoid it (because let's face it - the guy isn't exactly "boyfriend material") Molly and Weston form a friendship. And more.... Sort of. But it's a friendship that comes with a price - because Weston just cannot seem to stop screwing things up. Or saying all the wrong things. Possibly in that order... And who has time for an 18 year old "fixer-upper" that should know better? Not Molly. Or does she?
I knew something was wrong the second she walked in the door tonight; I just couldn't put my finger on what it was.Same hair color.Same legs.>Except...I look harder. Look at the small dimple beneath her lip that wasn't there the last time we went out. And her laugh-this laugh isn't as loud. This isn't the girl I've gone out with the past few weeks.It's her twin sister, and they've switched places on me. Only I'm not quite ready to let them switch back.
Scarlett is always the sensible one: The sober driver. The planner. The one holding your hair back while you''re worshiping the porcelain gods. Week-after-week, she visits Jock Row with her friends-the universities hottest party scene and breeding ground for student athletes. And if keeping her friends out of trouble, and guys out of their pants, was a sport, she''d be the star athlete.Being a well known jock-blocker gets her noticed for all the wrong reasons; just like that, she''s banned from Jock Row.NO GUY WANTS A GIRL AROUND WHO KEEPS THEIR JOCK FRIENDS FROM GETTING LAID."Rowdy" Wade is the hot shot short-stop for the universities baseball team-and the unlucky bastard who drew the short straw: keep little Miss Goody Two-Shoes out of the Baseball House. But week-after-week Scarlett returns, determined to get inside.
Kip Carmichael is no pretty boy.He's a rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora "Teddy" Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she'd been relegated to the sidelines by her jock hungry "friends." Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He's a goner. Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.
Zeke Daniels isn't just a douchebag; he's an a**hole. A total and complete jerk, Zeke keeps people at a distance. He has no interest in relationships-most assholes don't. Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for him.He's never given any thought to what he wants in a girlfriend, because he's never had any intention of having one. Shit, he barely has a relationship with his family, and they're related; his own friends don't even like him. So why does he keep thinking about Violet DeLuca? Sweet, quiet Violet-his opposite in every sense of the word.The light to his dark, even her damn name sounds like rays of sunshine and happiness and shit.And that pisses him off, too.
THERE ARE NO DOUCHEBAGS IN THIS STORY.Well, there are, but they're not who this story is about.This story is about me-the coach's daughter.When I moved to Iowa to live with my dad, the university's take-no-prisoners wrestling coach, I thought transferring would be easy as pie-living with my father would be temporary, and he'd make sure his douchebag wrestlers left me alone.Wrong on both counts.A*HOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF THE WOODWORK WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH.A bet is placed, and I'm on the table. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last nice guy on campus. And when he offers to rent me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It's time for the nice guy to finish first.Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more.And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.
MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters: Are you the lucky lady who's going to break our roommate's cherry?Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner...The morons can't even spell. And the texts I've been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I'm not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.THIS ISN'T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can't bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white. However, after seeing her in person, I know she's not the girl for me. But my friends won't let up-they just don't get it. Douchebags or not, there's one thing they'll never understand: GIRLS DON'T WANT ME.Especially her.
Dear Mister.. . . no, too formal.Hey there sweet cheeks. . . no, too forward.*Clears throat*To whom it may concern,Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer-because it was free.I think it's important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don't you?So here I am, being open and honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. But what they don't know is your bark is worse than your bite. And that bite doesn't scare me. The fact is, I'd love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we're both wearing nothing but sheets.For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees. And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you exactly who's boss. Love,Sincerely,Yours
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