Our marriage is not some fairy tale. And my new wife? She's not exactly a fan of the crown jewels. I'm a prince and heir to the throne of Salasia. I'm the most eligible bachelor in Europe. You'd think any woman would be ecstatic to marry me. Except for the one woman who I must marry to save my throne. She'd rather give me a poison apple than true love's kiss. Now the pair of us must convince the world that our marriage isn't just a convenient arrangement. As for me? I'll prove to this stubborn princess that happily ever after isn't just for fairy tales. The Princess I Hate to Love is the conclusion to The Heir Affair Duet, beginning with book one, The Prince I Love to Hate.

Fall in love with THE THORNTONS, a family filled with sexy alpha males, passionate women, and lots of heart, all set in a delightful small town in the Pacific Northwest. Each book in the series is connected but can be read as a standalone. Megan Flannigan wants only two things in life: to run her bakery The Rise and Shine, and to avoid the handsome and insufferable Officer Caleb Thornton. Caleb has made her life difficult ever since he arrested her over a decade ago, and her one wish is that he leaves her alone—while they both continue to deny the attraction that sparks between them every time they meet. Her wishes are dashed when her bakery is robbed. To make matters worse? Caleb is assigned to the case—and now he's the officer charged to protect Megan from a dangerous criminal. Caleb Thornton decided to become a police officer to atone for a tragic adolescent mistake. As part of the famously rich and privileged...

My professor gave me my first D. Now my next assignment is due...in nine months. You know when you meet your new professor, and he ends up being the same man you had a one-night stand with three months ago? Okay, maybe not. Let me explain. I hadn't intended to sleep with my professor. I might be known as the impulsive, prankster daughter in my family, but I'm not insane. I just wanted to have some fun in Ireland at my sister's wedding, and maybe lose my virginity, too. When I met Lochlann Gallagher at a pub one night, I couldn't resist him. He was hot, Irish, and entirely set on seducing me. One unforgettable night under the sheets with him, and my V-card went up in smoke. Well, that night had one itty bitty consequence because Lochlann totally made my eggo preggo. And if this story isn't crazy enough, Lochlann is not just my baby daddy: he's now my professor and my advisor for grad school....

A fake relationship with a hotter-than-sin baseball player—what could go wrong? When aspiring actress Lucy Younger arrives on Hazel Island to film her first movie, she thinks she's finally caught her big break. What could be better than spending her summer on a beautiful island while catching the attention of her mega-famous costar? Enter Carter Roberts: baseball player, playboy, and the most obnoxious, arrogant, and sexy man Lucy has ever had the misfortune to meet. Soon Carter offers her a role she can't turn down: play his fake girlfriend and make her costar wild with jealousy. Never one to turn down a dare, Lucy agrees. But when she starts to fall for Carter, suddenly what was just a game becomes all too real. After a shoulder injury benches him for the season, star pitcher Carter Roberts is set adrift. When he travels to Hazel Island for work, he doesn't expect to get anything out of it except an extended...

Confession: I, Dandelion "Dani" Wright, am twenty-six years old and have yet to be deflowered. It didn't matter, until Jacob West walks back into my life. This Jacob is no boy, though: he's all man now—confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched. I can almost forget I'm supposed to hate him forever. Almost. War of the Roses is a 10,000-word prelude to Petal Plucker: A Steamy Romantic Comedy and shouldn't be read as a standalone.

I'm a good girl—until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman. Oops. I've always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, I'm the good one. The responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM. That comfort zone of mine? It's smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met—and married—Liam Gallagher. After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girl's rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties, and her bra, and various other articles of clothing when she's with an Irishman who knows his way around a woman's body. Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He says it'll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I can't say that he's wrong. Liam isn't safe, though. Liam definitely isn't comfortable. He's like the male equivalent of...