River Laurent Boeken

Lincoln My life is going to hell in a handbasket. My bitter rival just stole the technology I spent millions to design and passed it off as his. Now I have less than two weeks to come up with a miracle, or lose everything I've worked all my life for. Into this hot mess comes my ex-wife. This is the woman who fought me tooth and nail for custody of my daughter. She shows up at my office, drops my kid at reception, and flies off to Europe. So now I have a child, no nanny, and nothing in place to care for my little girl. To top it all, my new Senior Engineer walks into my office. A juicy, blonde spitfire who heats up my blood and makes me want to forget my number one rule: Do NOT Sleep With Your Employees. Sam The owners of multi-million dollar companies should be pot-bellied middle aged men who smell of cigars. Not Lincoln Cage. Nope. A girl could drown in his stormy eyes. She could even mould her body against those very hard muscles. Not me, obviously, just a general observation. I'm not looking for a relationship and I've got too much self-respect to sleep with my boss. Especially, since he is the most arrogant, demanding, bad-tempered, cocky jerk I've ever met.

A Sexy Hate To Love Office Romance * Sienna So there we were. Two people as different as fire and ice. There's me. An ambitious, committed, head-down-no-nonsense kind of girl who doesn't need distractions in the workplace. Then, there's him: a self-obsessed, arrogant, flirtatious, entitled, class A jerk who wastes time hanging around the water cooler flirting with my female colleagues. And I see them batting their lashes back at him. Ugh! What they see in him is beyond me. Well, beyond his sparkling blue eyes, thick jet black hair, straight nose, strong jaw, mile-wide shoulders, muscles that flex and bunch up when he rolls up his sleeves, and that flat stomach, there's just nothing really interesting about him. The closest I ever get to him is when he brushes past me on the way to his office. Which, of course, is perfectly fine with me. Thankfully, I don't have to work with him. Nothing could be worse. Then out of nowhere my boss drops his nightmare bombshell. We have to work together! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't like I had a choice It'll be painful, but I decide to grin and bear it. Closing the deal is all that matters. Anyway, there's no way I would allow him to ruin my career. Even if a rational woman could drown in those blue eyes, and his smooth voice makes desire flare up like wild fire through her sane body. A full length steamy office standalone romance with guaranteed HEA.

But I'm not giving up that easy. I convince the agency to send me for the interview. I ditch my cosmetics, invest in a cheap wedding ring, put on some dowdy clothes. For good measure, I add a pair of ugly glasses, pull my hair into an unflattering bun, and voila. Married and unattractive. Jade: The job is exactly what I want. I know I can do it well. I'm excited until the woman at the agency says there's no point applying since, the essential but unspoken qualifications are being either married, or middle-aged, and I'm neither. Apparently, Luke Remington, the CEO is a workaholic who's sick of having his young secretaries fall in love with him and lose concentration on their job. Turns out unattractiveness is considered a bonus since he didn't want to be distracted either. But I'm not giving up that easy. I convince the agency to send me for the interview. I ditch my cosmetics, invest in a cheap wedding ring, put on some dowdy clothes. For good measure, I add a pair of ugly glasses, pull my hair into an unflattering bun, and voila. Married and unattractive. Yeah, I got the job, Oh, and guess what? I now understand why the other secretaries couldn't concentrate on this job. Luke Remington ... the hottest CEO alive. Luke: My new secretary is super-efficient, but even better she doesn't fawn over me. I guess she could be attractive, but she doesn't make much of herself. The woman is still wearing coke bottle glasses and her fashion choices might look better as curtains. Well, not my problem. We've just arrived for a conference in Thailand. If I'm really hot I could potentially cut a couple of big ticket deals at the same time. Jade made all the arrangements, and so far, so good. Then I hear a scream coming from the room next door. Her room. I rush in through the connecting door and she's in the bathroom. Yeah, I see the massive spider. But that's the least of my problems. Jade is in a towel. Without her thick glasses. Or her granny clothes. And her long thick hair is loose and tumbling down her silky back. Damn, the agency screwed up after all

Charlotte. I thought I'd lost my bag for good. Until, the cutest guy I ever laid eyes on hung out of the moving train's window holding my bag. He wanted to chuck it to me, but my precious laptop was in it. So we agreed to meet at the next station. To thank my six foot plus Adonis I offered to buy him a drink. It was only right. He saved my bag, and he had twinkling cobalt blue eyes that made my toes curl. He was funny and charming and gorgeous at the bar. And the chemistry... off the charts, but I had career dreams that didn't include handsome bag rescuers. A few more drinks later I was rethinking my plans. Alex Turner looked like he would be great in bed, and I had a box of condoms back at my place. Surely one night was allowed...

Brock When we were kids she set up a kissing booth in our schoolyard. Even then, I wanted to buy a kiss from her, but she ran away in tears. Twelve years later, I come home to find her in my bed...fast asleep. It's just like Goldilocks, but with waves of long, dark-chocolate hair. Hell, I don't even want to blink in case she disappears. I didn't pay too much attention to my fairy tales. Did any of those bears get to the kiss the girl? Whatever, I'm not buying kisses these days. I'm all grown up now. There's hot blood pumping through my veins, and I take what I want when I want it. Hmm, come to think of it, I'm not in the market for kisses, but I could do with a fake fiancee. This time there'll be no running away, Sweet Dani Sabre...I'm claiming you for my own. Dani I know I shouldn't have taken that nap. I wake up to find a devastatingly handsome man watching me. Dark hair, ripped body and piercing blue eyes that smolder right through my soul. I thought he was going to get me fired from my cleaning agency, but instead he shocks me and asks me to be his fake fiancee in exchange for an insane amount of money. I'm not mad, so of course, I say, "Yes."

Sometimes when you find the one ... fate lends a helping hand. Ivy-Cooper Page was my first love. God, I was so crazy about him, I handed him my heart on a platter, but he went away to college, and left me and my broken heart behind. What did I do? I ran away to the Big Apple to make a new life, a life without him. But I could never forget him, not those beautiful green gems. They followed me right into my dreams. Then something terrible happened to me, and I had no choice, but to head home while I figured I could lick my wounds and heal. I thought one hundred percent Cooper would have moved on. A man like him would never stay in a small town, like Springston, Texas. But I was wrong Cooper was in town. And he was even more gorgeous than he had been back in high school. He was also the owner of the bar I had walked into looking for a job. CooperYou could have blown me down with a feather when Ivy Moore walked into my joint. No one was that lucky. I knew then we were meant to be together. She was always my greatest regret, and all I wanted to do was start over, give ourselves a second chance, but that was going to take way more than just a wish, she had Do Not Touch signs put up all over her luscious curves. Who could blame her. Everything she knew about me was tainted by the past. I never was one to give up. She was the one woman I'd never been able to forget. Yup, I planned to win her back come hell or high water. Sooner or later I was going to taste those delicious lips again ... and this time I was NEVER letting her go

Ashley. He's everything I HATE in a man! He's arrogant, he's shallow, he's rude... why, he's a living, breathing, walking male chauvinist jerk. That annoying misogynist actually turns up at my office and brazenly proceeds to insult my dress sense, and tell me he finds me unattractive, then proceeds to ask me to marry him! I smile sweetly and tell him to go to hell.But then I have a change of heart. Is it because he has piercing blue eyes, jet-black silky hair that a woman can grab onto when things get hot, and is basically a hunk that must be washed down twice a day with a woman's tongue. No, no, none of that. I'm immune to such obvious charms. I don't like men who think they can order me around just because they're rich, and successful, and gorgeous. But I do need a little money, actually a whole lot of it so...Sensibly, we agree to a marriage in name only, and only for as long as it takes for him to get what he wants. After all, we both hate each other's guts.Until the incident in his study happens. Unexpected, that was. We both acknowledge it was a mistake and promise not to do it again. Until it happens again. And again.Oh dear, how was I to know chauvinist jerks can grow on you. So fast it makes your head spin.

The first romance novel I ever read was a coverless Mills & Boons that I had smuggled into bed to read by torchlight. I opened the book, and suddenly, I was transported into a wonderfully exciting world where a tall, dark and handsome man sparred with an ordinary girl just like me, and in the end...she got to keep him! My stories still carry the scent of that dashing hero from my first book, because, you see, that billionaire was my very first love. And I've never ever really forgotten him. When I'm not reading, or writing about hot Alphas, or eating delicious cashew nut cookies, I can be found...washing dishes, gardening, cooking, cleaning, dusting, or even picking up dog poo.

Here I am. One of only two residents left in an entire building block in Lower Manhattan. A developer has managed to buy out everyone else except me and the manwhore in the apartment next door. I say manwhore because: 1. He's the hottest thing I've seen on two legs. (it shouldn't be a reason but it kinda explains reason number two) 2. The screams of ecstasy coming from his apartment on a regular basis. On the day I find out my boyfriend is a worthless, low-life cheating jerk, I get too drunk too care with my bestie and manage to lock myself out of my apartment. Then...I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I accidentally/purposely kissed the manwhore. Turns out, sex on legs, six-foot and four inches of hard muscle is a hot-shot businessman who's used to getting what he wants, but I'm not going there. No way. He's not going to make me scream. He's not getting into my bed, or my heart. Even if he is so outrageously irresistible...and he's somehow become my fake boyfriend!