Penelope Ward books in order
Penelope Ward is an American New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
Raised in Boston with five older brothers, Penelope spent a good part of her twenties as a television news anchor before switching careers.
Her books, which have been translated into over a dozen languages, have sold over 2 million copies across the globe, making her a 21-time New York Times bestselling author of over twenty novels.
Penelope lives with her husband, son, and gorgeous daughter with autism in Rhode Island.
Genres: Contemporary , Romance
- My Skylar (2014)
- Cocky Bastard (2015)
- Sins of Sevin (2015)
- RoomHate (2016)
- Stuck-Up Suit (2016)
- Playboy Pilot (2016)
- Mack Daddy (2017)
- Mister Moneybags (2017)
- Drunk Dial (2017)
- British Bedmate / Dear Bridget, I Want You (2017)
- Gentleman Nine (2018)
- Love Online (2018)
- Hate Notes (2018)
- When August Ends (2019)
- The Day He Came Back (2019)
- Dirty Letters (2019)
- Just One Year (2020)
- My Favorite Souvenir (2020)
- Happily Letter After (2020)
- The Crush (2021)
- Not Pretending Anymore (2021)
- The Aristocrat (2021)
- Well Played (2021)
- The Assignment (2022)
- Moody (2022)
- The Rules of Dating (2022)
- I Could Never (2023)
- Stepbrother Dearest (2014)
- Neighbor Dearest (2016)
- Gemini (2013)
- Jake Undone (2013)
- Jake Understood (2015)
- Jaded and Tyed (2017)
- Scrooged (2019)
- The Christmas Pact (2020)
The Rush Series
- Rebel Heir (2018)
- Rebel Heart (2018)
Detailed book overview
I’ve always had secret feelings for my best friend Skylar. A number of things however prevented us from being together, and the fear of losing her forever has been constant over the last decade.
When she left town because of me, I never thought that I would ever see her again.
But I was wrong. She is back…and living with him.
She has gone through a lot because of me, and I simply don’t deserve her.
But I just can’t live without her.
She’s on the verge of making the worst mistake of her life, and I have to stop her.
She doesn’t love him. She still loves me. I can see it in her eyes.
I met a cocky and sinfully sexy Australian guy named Chance while on my cross-country drive.
We ended up making a deal after my car broke down, something that saw us travel together, take unexpected detours and spend sexually charged nights in hotels.
With that, what should have been a normal road trip for me turned into an unforgettable adventure.
I was however dying for his touch, and I convinced that Chance wanted me too. The only problem was that he never made a move.
But when our adventure was over, it delivered an ending that I never saw coming.
Elle and I were destined to get married. I finally decided to settle down with a nice girl following years of being a rebel.
Deciding to take our long-distance relationship to the next level, I moved into her family's guesthouse in order to spend more time together during the months leading up to our big day.
Elle was an innocent one of a kind woman, and I had to respect her choice of not having sex until we got married.
It was all going well for us, until I met her…the one.
Controlling my desires became a problem.
"The one", as it were, wasn't Elle.
When my grandmother passed on, I inherited the house on Aquidneck Island.
The only problem was that half of it was left for Justin—the boy she helped raise, and the teenager whose heart I shattered years ago.
We hadn’t seen each other in years. And since no one was willing to give up the house, we had to live together.
However, the most annoying part is that he didn’t come alone.
And now that I can’t have him, I want him more than ever.
It was an ordinary morning on the train.
A sexy guy in a stuck-up suit sitting across the aisle was yelling at someone on the phone.
He however dropped his phone on his way out.
I may have picked it up and went through all of his photos, even calling some numbers.
I may have held on the phone for a few days before finding the courage to return it.
His company was across town. I went to return it but he didn’t want to see me, so I left the phone on the empty desk outside his office.
I may have also left a seductive picture on it.
I never expected him to text back.
And so it began…
Given the choice, would you pick money or love?
There’s a pretty good chance that you’ve already answered that question in your head.
Well, I had a hard time choosing, which is why I needed to get away and think about it.
Did I mention there was a lot of money involved?
Anyway, I left for a hasty trip and met a sexy guy named Carter in the airport lounge.
We had a spirited conversation and I thought I’d never see him again—until I discovered that he was the pilot of my flight.
This marked the beginning of a series of addicted adventures with one ending that I never saw coming.
His name was Mack Daddy—Mack being short for Mackenzie.
And just like his nickname, Mack was a walking specimen.
I taught at a private school where Mack Morrison was the only man in an ocean of women.
He was the single father of an adorable little boy, and everyone wanted a piece of Mack.
What they however didn’t know is that Mack and I had a history. And he knew exactly what he was doing when he brought his son to my school.
My attraction to him broke me down to the point that I was willing to break all the rules.
Bianca and I crossed paths after with both got stuck in an elevator.
She was on her way to an interview with Dex Truitt—a rich and accomplished businessman she dubbed “Mister Moneybags”.
She told me of how she hated Dex and would never date a spoilt and over educated man like him.
What she however didn’t know is that I was Dex Truitt.
She probably assumed I was a delivery guy from the way I was dressed.
When the elevator started working again, I made her believe that I was a bike messenger named Jay.
And so I called off the interview and began dating her as “Jay”.
What I however didn’t expect was for her to fall in love with two men: Jay and Dex.
I’ve never forgotten about Landon Roderick, the boy from childhood who probably doesn’t even know that I exist.
One night, after having one too many glasses of wine, I decided to look him up.
It was to be nothing more than an insignificant prank call.
Instead, I unloaded more than a decade-long of compounded emotions.
He however ended up calling back and the weeks next that followed were full of sexually charged phone calls.
Turns out he never forgot about me either.
Did one phone call just change my fate? Or was it one terrible drunk dial?
I’m writing this letter because I don’t think I'll ever find the courage to say this to your face.
The two of us are a complete mismatch. You’re a shrewd single mum while I’m just a carefree British doctor living in your garage.
Truth be told, I want you, and I’ve noticed the way you look at me.
So I’m writing this note to tell you that we’re adults, and sex is as natural as it is healthy.
But most importantly, I’m writing to let you know that I’m leaving the door past the kitchen open, if you ever want to crossover in the middle of the night.
Anyway, I don’t think I’ll ever slide this letter under your door.
The three of us were always friends.
He was the nerd, I was the playboy and she was the beauty.
Rory knew that I liked her, but the two of us made a pact to stay off Amber.
However when I left for college, he got the girl. And Amber never knew how I felt.
But they broke up after years of dating.
When I went to Boston for a three-month job assignment, Amber hosted me.
Still fresh from her breakup, she had vowed to keep off men.
One night, I discovered that she had timidly contacted a male escort company looking for a no strings affair: Gentleman Number Nine was her man.
When the two however meet for a date at a hotel, I’m the one who’ll be standing there.
Her virtual name was “Montana” while mine was “ScreenGod”.
Her real name was Eden, as I came to find out.
We had a great online chemistry and she became my addiction.
Sharp and witty, Eden was everything that I've ever wanted in a woman.
I always knew that I could never have her, until I found a clue that led me straight to her.
And that marked the beginning of our love story.
I had gone to the vintage clothing store to sell my own unworn bridal gown when I came across the strange blue note sewn into a wedding dress.
The message on it read: “Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.”
The author was Reed Eastwood, undoubtedly the most delightful and romantic man ever.
I should have stopped there with my romantic fantasies, but I didn’t.
Now I’ve found out that he is a cocky, difficult and distrustful man who for some crazy reason is now my new boss.
Something however blossoms between us, and the ending will catch me by total surprise.
I started making a fool of myself after the handsome and mysterious Noah Cavallari moved into the tiny boathouse on our property.
With my mother ill, it was my responsibility to ensure that all guests well taken care of.
I should have been winding up college, but here I was…a maid.
Noah was older than me and wouldn’t be here beyond the summer.
That however didn’t stop me from getting attracted to him.
When our friendship started growing, it looked like it was going to become something that I would never recover from.
And I had no idea what was going to happen once summer ends.
It was the summer of my life.
I’d met the guy of my dreams.
Unfortunately, he was the son of my uppity employer—and very much off-limits.
But Gavin was a rebel. He knew his mother would disown him if she found out about us; in his eyes, we just had to be careful.
He never treated me as his mother did—like hired help.
Instead, Gavin put me on a pedestal and loved me harder than I’d ever been loved in my life.
What a summer it was.
Until it all ended—badly.
I was never supposed to see Gavin again.
That didn’t stop me from thinking about him every day for ten years.
I knew little about his life now, just that he was an entrepreneur living an ocean away.
When a twist of fate had me working again in the very place our love affair started a decade earlier, I knew it was only a matter of time before I might see him again.
But I wasn’t prepared.
What if he hated me?
What if he loved someone else now?
I wasn’t prepared for all the unknowns.
And most of all, I wasn’t prepared for today to be the day he came back.
I’d never forgotten him―a man I’d yet to meet.
Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break.
Until one day it did.
Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one―one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing.
Griffin forgave me, and somehow we were able to rekindle our childhood connection. Only now we were adults, and that connection had grown to a spark. Our letters quickly went from fun to flirty to downright dirty, revealing our wildest fantasies. So it only made sense that we would take our relationship to the next level and see each other in person.
Only Griff didn’t want to meet. He asked that I trust him and said it was for the best. But I wanted more―more Griff, in the flesh―so I took a big chance and went looking for him. People have done crazier things for love.
But what I found could change everything
NB: Co-authored with Vi Keeland.
The beginning of my sophomore year in college was off to a rough start.
On the first day of orientation, I had an altercation with an infuriating British dude in a campus bathroom.
(The ladies room was out of order. So, I used the men’s room. Don’t judge.)
I got home later that night and realized that the foreign student we were expecting to rent a room in my parents’ house was allergic to our cat.
So, the spare room went to someone else: Caleb—the British guy from the men’s room.
And so it began…my love-hate story with Caleb Yates. Or was it hate-love in that order?
The guy knew how to push every one of my buttons.
Sometimes I’d email him to express my aggravation and disdain.
He’d actually rewrite my own words and send them back to me.
That was the type of infuriating person Caleb was.
Sometimes incredibly funny and endearingly sweet.
He eventually grew on me, and Caleb soon became one of my best friends that year.
Too bad he was headed back to England soon, so nothing could happen between us—for so many reasons.
I definitely couldn't fall in love with him, especially since all we had was just one year.
My planned trip for two unexpectedly turned into a trip for one. Rather than let my breakup get me down, I packed my bags and decided a week at a luxury resort was just what I needed.
But one calamity after the next, and suddenly I was stuck without a hotel room, along with a few hundred other people.
It looked like my fancy vacation was about to turn into me sleeping on the hotel lobby floor.
Until I overheard a gorgeous man pretending to be someone he wasn't in order to steal a reservation from a guest who hadn't shown up yet.
When I realized there were two rooms, instead of calling him out, I pretended to be his sister. That’s how the story of "Milo and Maddie Hooker" began.
We were the Hookers.
My depressing trip quickly made a U-turn into an adventure.
My fake brother spent the next few days showing me around his hometown. When it was time to leave, neither of us really wanted to go yet.
So, instead of flying back to our respective homes, we ventured on a road trip.
At every stop, we'd pick up souvenirs.
But as hot as our chemistry was, we never crossed the line.
Milo knew I'd just come out of a tough relationship and didn't want to mess with a vulnerable woman.
So instead, at the end of our trip, we made a pact to meet again in three months.
It was always my intention to meet him.
But when I got back home, reality hit in a big way.
And I worried I may have lost my handsome stranger forever.
Was there a place for him in my future?
Or had the memory of him just become my favorite souvenir?
NB: Co-authored with Vi Keeland.
My love story all started with a letter.
Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for.
You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months.
So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far.
While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father.
I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn’t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally.
Like when I showed up on their doorstep.
NB: Co-authored with Vi Keeland.
It’s natural to want the one you can’t have. And for as long as I could remember, I’d secretly wanted my brother’s best friend, Jace.
He was six years older and always treated me like the sister he never had.
Fast forward a decade.
We were all in our twenties now. Jace had moved in with my brother, Nathan, and me to help us make ends meet after our parents died.
It was just the three of us—an odd family dynamic.
Living under our roof, Jace was as bossy and protective as ever.
But he certainly didn’t look at me like a sister anymore. That was what made things so complicated.
I was pretty much hot and bothered twenty-four-seven.
And he was torn.
The signs were subtle, at first. Like on movie night, I’d casually rest my leg against his, and he wouldn’t exactly shift away.
Still, I assumed he would never…go there.
Nathan would kill us.
The knowledge of that wasn’t enough to stop the inevitable, though.
Eventually our slow burn exploded.
But more than the physical attraction, we’d developed a strong connection.
We just couldn’t get caught, right?
That sounded simple.
Until it wasn’t.
This is a story of forbidden love, broken trust, and an unexpected second chance.
Finding a good roommate through a classified ad isn’t as easy as it sounds.
I was starting to lose hope.
Until a knock at my door came and God answered my prayers.
Except…uh…wrong prayer, God.
I’d definitely requested the big guy find me a drop-dead gorgeous man on more than one occasion...just not as my roommate.
Declan Tate talked me into interviewing him anyway.
While he was amusing and charismatic, I wouldn’t have been comfortable living with a man, so I regretfully declined.
Then cupcakes showed up at my door—freshly baked by Declan and just as sinfully delicious as he was.
You could say he was persistent.
I eventually folded. It wasn’t like I had another viable candidate anyway.
Plus, I was interested in someone else. And Declan was into another woman. So it wasn’t like anything would happen romantically.
After he moved in, the two of us became the best of friends. We even started to give each other advice on getting our crushes to notice us.
Eventually, Declan concocted an idea: we should pretend to be a couple to make our love interests jealous.
I was hesitant, but went along with it anyway. To my utter shock, his crazy plan worked.
Now I was dating the supposed man of my dreams, and my best friend had the woman of his.
But there was one problem.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Declan.
Those feelings we were trying to fake?
Yeah…I wasn’t pretending anymore
NB: Co-authored with Vi Keeland.
The one that got away. Every girl has one, right?
Mine was a charming, British aristocrat who turned my world upside down one summer.
From the moment I first spotted Leo in the distance through my binoculars, I’d been captivated. I certainly never expected to find a man showering outside of the property across the bay in his birthday suit.
Then I noticed his housemate staring back at me with binoculars of his own—watching me watching Leo.
That made for an interesting conversation starter when I inevitably ran into them.
Turned out, the handsome Brits were only renting that house for the summer in my seaside town.
Leo and I formed an instant connection, even though we were technically opposites by all appearances. I taught him how to dig for clams, and he taught me that not all wealthy and powerful guys are pretentious.
Despite knowing he was totally wrong for me, I couldn’t seem to stay away.
It was a wild and crazy few months. And before I knew it, we’d fallen in love.
We both had one wish: more time together.
But Leo had obligations back home. He lived a life I’d never fit into. And I was going to law school. So, we decided to end it and never look back.
A part of me always felt like I’d let my soulmate walk away.
I believed our story was over.
Until five years later when he sent me a letter that shook me to my core.
I’d thought my world was turned upside down that first summer?
Well, I knew nothing yet.
It all started with a bet.
When my young son inherited half of his great grandfather’s historic inn, I decided to move us both to the place where I grew up.
Notice I said half of the Inn. The other half now belonged to Levi Miller, the famous quarterback who had other ideas about what we should do with the property.
We won’t mention that I accidentally injured him during our first meeting, causing him to get eight stitches.
You could say we got off on the wrong foot.
We bickered a lot as we both moved into the property while we figured things out.
He wanted to unload the rundown place which, admittedly, needed a lot of work.
I wanted to restore The Palm Inn to its original beauty and re-open it as a bed and breakfast.
We couldn’t agree on anything. So Levi made me a proposal. One he thought I would surely lose. If I could sell out the place by the time he had to leave for training at the end of summer, he would back off and let me run it.
But in the weeks that followed, we got more than we bargained for while we were living under the same roof.
Levi and I got closer, and before I knew it, my nightly fantasies about the brawny Adonis became a reality. Not to mention, he was so great with my son.
We were in over our heads in more ways than one.
Because not only was he the last man on Earth I should be falling for because of our deal, but Levi was also my ex’s older brother.
And now the inn was the least of my problems.
NB: Co-authored with Vi Keeland.
Reasons why I should not be drawn to Troy Serrano.
Number one: He’s obnoxious.
Number two: He and I were enemies over a decade ago in high school.
Number three: He’s my friend’s ex-boyfriend.
I could go on and on, really.
When my boss gives me an unwanted assignment and tells me it involves spending time with the grandson of one of our residents—the grandson turns out to be Troy. He’s now as successful as he is undeniably handsome.
Lucky me. Four hours a week of having to deal with his insufferable personality and unsolicited advice.
The only consolation is getting to stare at his annoyingly gorgeous face in between our many arguments.
Eventually, though, we slowly warm to each other and our outings become something I actually look forward to.
What’s happening to me?
Apparently, I misunderstood the assignment, because it certainly didn’t include thinking about Troy when I close my eyes at night, imagining what it would be like with him—just once. All the while hating myself for fantasizing about a guy who’s all wrong for me. A guy whose car I keyed back in the day. (Long story, but he deserved it.)
That’s all this is—a fantasy.
Well, until that one night at the bar.
The night Troy and I run into each other, and all of our pent-up frustration comes barreling out.
Still, I refuse to accept that it means anything.
There’s no way the guy I’m supposed to hate is also the one I can’t live without.
The day I showed up to Dax Moody’s sprawling home, I had no idea what was coming.
As a traveling massage therapist, I was used to entering the houses of strangers.
But this assignment was different from any before it.
From the outside, I’d correctly assumed the owner was rich. What I didn’t realize was that he would be younger than I’d imagined, single, stunningly gorgeous, and mysterious.
Despite the fact that Dax had booked a massage, it never actually happened, since our first appointment was unexpectedly cut short by a comedy of errors.
Certain I’d never see him again after that day, I’d done nothing but think about the captivating man.
To my surprise, he called a second time. That appointment, we talked a lot, developing a stronger connection. But once again, there was no actual massage.
The man I now affectionately called “Moody” kept calling me to come back.
It took three times before I finally gave him the massage he’d ordered. Let’s just say it was challenging to keep things professional. I was extremely attracted to Dax, and by that time, I was falling hard.
Eventually, I’d find out why he’d been so aloof, the reason why he and I could never be together.
Our story was supposed to end there, but it didn’t.
Instead, I was left perpetually longing for a forbidden man.
It all started when I hosted a little party for a bunch of new friends.
Though “friends” might not be the right word since the invitees were all the women I’d found out my boyfriend was talking to behind my back. When the guest of honor walked in—aka my now ex—things took a turn…
Unfortunately, a stranger witnessed the whole blowout. I was in a mood that night and ended up giving this gorgeous guy an attitude, too. As if my night could get any worse, before he stormed off, he informed me he was actually my landlord.
Colby Lennon, along with three of his friends, owned the building where my tattoo shop was located. He and I were total opposites. He wore a tie, oozed confidence that came with years of women falling at his feet, and wasn’t afraid to say what he wanted, which lately—was me.
I hated that I found myself attracted to him. Especially since I was supposed to be on a self-imposed dating hiatus. Yet the two of us couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. We started hanging out, as friends. I even went as far as making rules for what he’d dubbed our “undates.”
But eventually, our explosive attraction became too much to bear, and we broke our resolve. I let my guard down and started to really fall for Colby.
Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn't prepared for where I'd wind up when the ride was over.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.
NB: Co-authored with Vi Keeland.
It all started with an unexpected phone call.
Two years after my fiancé passed away in an accident, his father died suddenly, leaving Brad’s adult, special-needs brother with no one to care for him.
The next thing I knew, I was on a cross-country drive to New Hampshire where I’d be moving in to look after Scottie until I could get him into a group home.
The last thing I ever expected?
I wouldn’t be taking care of him alone.
Josh Mathers, my fiancé’s best friend—who also happened to be my sworn enemy—insisted he was the better person for the job. He told me to go back to California, and I told him where he could stick that demand.
Our disdain for each other wasn’t anything new. It dated back to a text I’d accidentally read years ago.
We hated each other. But we both loved Scottie, so neither of us budged.
Now we were living together in a tiny house—with one available bedroom. Thank goodness it was only temporary.
Over time, I realized the broody jerk I thought I knew was different than I’d imagined.
I found myself slowly growing attached to someone I once considered the enemy…and growing attracted to him.
Sure, both of us were guilt-ridden over Brad. We were also two grown people with pent-up frustration toward one another—stuck in a cabin in the woods.
But this was Josh.
I could never.
I was in my senior year when my stepbrother, Elec, came to live with us.
He never wanted to be here, and took it out on me.
He was a jerk who brought girls from our high school back to his room.
I hated everything about him, none more so than the way my body felt towards him.
And one night, things got too heated between us.
Elec however left for California just as quickly as he had crashed into my life.
The two of us haven’t seen each other for years, until we are reunited by a family tragedy.
The teenager who drove me crazy is now a sexy man who’s going to make me lose my mind completely.
As if getting dumped by Elec wasn’t already bad enough, I moved next door to someone who remined me a lot about my ex-boyfriend.
Although Damien was sexier than my ex, he made it apparent that he wanted nothing to do with me, until I heard him laughing through a hole in my bedroom wall one night.
Damien knew all my darkest secrets and anxieties, having eavesdropped on all my phone sessions with my therapist.
We however began talking and he helped me get over my breakup.
But Damien didn’t want anything more than my friendship.
As much as my heart had been broken by Elec, it was beating even harder for Damien.
Diner waitress Allison Abraham is fascinated by the incredibly good-looking customer that she just served.
And when he leaves, she finds herself continuously thinking about him.
Unbeknownst to her is the fact that their meeting was no coincident. Cedric Callahan, the man in question, was actually on a mission to find her.
What he too didn’t expect was for his heart to be stolen after laying his eyes on his target.
After convincing her that their encounter was purely by chance, the two begin an intense romantic affair.
But what happens when Cedric’s dark lies are finally uncovered?
Nina is afraid of almost everything. Her entire life has been rife with irrational anxiety.
Her whole world however turns upside down when she meets her handsome roommate after moving to Brooklyn for nursing school.
Despite having a rough exterior, full on ink and piercings, Jake Green has a kind heart.
He not only offers to help change Nina’s distorted view on life, but also agrees to tutor her, with the two making a bet.
Although Nina is soon swept off her feet, what she doesn’t know is that Jake also has his own private hell.
Will their love survive once she learns his secret?
I didn’t think much about it when I learnt that I was getting a new roommate, until she walked in.
She was an innocent and scared nursing student while I was a tattooed and pierced badboy engineer.
When I made the bet to tutor her and help her overcome her irrational fears, I never thought that I would get drawn to her so badly.
I lived a double life on weekends, and she would never see me the same way if she found out.
I was desperate not to fall in love with her.
This is Jake and Nina’s story, told from Jake's point of view.
I made a complete fool of myself when I first met Jade Jameson. Apart from being at a loss for words, I also accidentally dropped a beer bottle which ended up getting smashed.
Other than being the sister of my brother’s wife, Jade was a Broadway star and quite rightly the most stunning woman I had ever seen in my entire life.
I was dazzled and it was terrible considering that my girlfriend was standing right there when it all happened.
When Jade returned to New York, we never crossed paths again for a year—until one night when I received a Facebook notification; one that triggered an unforgettable series of events.
Three sexy short stories to heat up your holidays!
The last thing I needed was to share an Uber with Scrooge—a cocky lawyer on a snowy Christmas Eve. It was bad enough I was on my way to court for the gift of eviction. Although maybe today wouldn’t turn out so bad after all. The Sexy Scrooge and I started to connect as we trudged our way through a storm. Our ride was about to end. But would I ever see him again?
The Merry Mistake
Note to self: Ask Santa for glasses this year. When I accidentally mistook a gorgeous man resting outside my building for a homeless person in need of lunch, we got into it. I’d only been trying to do a good deed around the holidays, but he called me righteous. I called him something far worse. If only I didn’t have to see him again. But fate had other plans.
Kissmas in New York
It was just supposed to be a simple kiss with a stranger. I'd done it to prove a point—that I hadn't lost my sense of adventure. But you know what they say about the best laid plans. Maybe I'd get something in my stocking after all this holiday season...
NB: Co-authored with Vi Keeland.
Eggnog. Check. Roaring fire. Check. Hot romance book. Check!
Riley Kennedy’s emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations…until they come face to face at the office holiday party.
As luck would have it, Kennedy turns out to be outrageously handsome…though still a jerk. Yet somehow he’s able to charm her out on the dance floor—and convince her to participate in his crazy scheme: he’ll go home with Riley for a Christmas party and pretend to be her boyfriend, if Riley agrees to be his date to a wedding. It sounds easy enough. Little by little, however, the act they’re putting on starts to feel like so much more than a Christmas pact—and Riley’s about to learn there’s more to Kennedy than she ever imagined.
NB: Co-authored with Vi Keeland.
The Rush Series
It was meant to be an amazing summer in the Hamptons, until I fell for the one guy that I shouldn’t have.
A tattooed and seductive rebel, Rush owned the place where I worked, as well as half of the town.
He was always harsh to me, until he offered to drive me home, which was a lot safer than walking in the dark.
The two of us shouldn’t have drawn close, but we did.
Gradually, his tough exterior began to crumble.
My summer had suddenly become interesting.
All good things however have to come to an end. I just never saw this end coming!
Interested in knowing how to screw up an amazing summer in the Hamptons?
First way to do it is by sleeping with your boss. The other is spending all your money on a rental way beyond your means.
Want to also know how to walk away from a man you fell hard for at the end of a summer?
I’ll let you know when I figure it out.
This is a continuation of Rush and Gia’s enthralling story.