Emma Hart

His challenge? Make her fall in love with him.Her challenge? Play the player.Until life changes the rules of the game.Maddie Stevens hated Braden Carter on sight. Arrogant, egotistical, and the playboy of the University of California, Berkeley, he's everything her brother Pearce has taught her to despise. So why, when the girls challenge her to play the player, doesn't she say no? She doesn't know either.Braden wanted fiery little Maddie the second he laid eyes on her - and he'd do anything to have her, hence why he's agreed to make her fall in love with him. After all, it's the only way he'll get what he wants. Sex.But, as Braden discovers, there's more to the girl from Brooklyn than he ever imagined - and he can't help but care about the broken girl behind those pretty green eyes.Maddie finds Braden isn't just a walking erection - he actually has feelings. He can be sweet, funny and his good looks don't exactly hurt. That means trouble - but when her brother Pearce turns up in Berkeley begging for her help, she realises Braden and Pearce aren't so alike anymore.And maybe, just maybe, they're exactly what each other needs.

The Love Game

From the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series, a sizzling and steamy romance about second chances. Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back. Where she’s been for the last two and half years is a mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, she’s back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the same time Conner’s band Dirty B. is home on a tour break. Sofie Callahan has spent the months since her father’s death avoiding anything to do with her hometown. But with her brother in Afghanistan, she has no choice but to return and sort out her father’s house, even if it means facing the boy she fell in love with and revealing the reason she left. Conner has questions, and when his broken heart and her guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their present is rocky, their future unknown. Only one thing is certain: Sofie’s daughter will change everything.

Dirty Secret

1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis.2.Remember to hate him.3.Prove my brother wrong.It should be easy.It isn't.As the owner of Pick-A-D*ck, New Orleans' premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I'm the one who gets to sift through the d*ck pics--except this time, they're required.My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-D*ck's sister dating site, doesn't believe it's possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. I disagree. I know it's possible.And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me. It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends' meet, fighting for custody of his daughter. Three hook-ups.One outcome.Right?(The Hook-Up Experiment is book one of the Experiment series and is a STANDALONE. If you've read The Upside to Being Single, this is Peyton's story.)

The Hook-Up Experiment

1.Get over my best friend's brother.2.Remember that I'm over him.3.Prove I can date other people.It should be easy.It's not.Setting up a dating website with the guy I've been in love with since I was five wasn't my smartest idea.Especially since he's my best friend's brother--thankfully, she's okay with the fact I'm pulling a Sandy and I'm hopelessly devoted to him.Which is why it's time to get over him.So I do something crazy and ask Dominic Austin to find me a date. He does--if I find him one, too.Since we own Stupid Cupid, it should be easy, right? And it is.My date is perfect. His date is perfect. Everything is perfect. Until he kisses me...Three dates.One kiss.And a big-ass mess...

The Dating Experiment

What happens when one night turns into eighteen years?There's nothing like starting your Monday morning with a positive pregnancy test.Trust me, I know. Because I'm looking at one right now.All I can think is: Oh, hell. My grandmother is going to kill me.This might just send her to an early grave, so there's only one option--pretending the father is my new husband.If only he'd agree to fake it.Kai Connors was supposed to be nothing more than a one-night stand. A long, dirty, one-night stand fueled by one too many tequila shots, where the only promise was to never speak of it again.But if my unfairly sexy next-door neighbor gets his way, this fake marriage could turn out to be very, very real...

The Girl Next Door

BAD IDEA #241: Sending a dirty text to your number neighbor.In my defense, my friends did it too, and their neighbors took it as the joke it was.Mine didn't. He responded with a dirty text of his own. Next thing I know, I have a standing texting date every night at ten-thirty.Until I have to miss it because the stray kitten who adopted me one week ago is sick. The only person I know who can help me at this time of night is my British next-door neighbor and local vet, Isaac Cooper.I'll keep him overnight, he says. Here's my number to call me in the morning, he says.The problem?I know that number.Because I've been texting it every night for the last four days...

Number Neighbors

TOP TIP: Don't put out an online ad offering your services as a fake date. Someone will take you up on it.And it won't just be for one night.And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up being Mason Jackson's fake girlfriend.He didn't even want me to be. No-his sister was solely responsible for me being his date for his ten-year high school reunion.Now, she's responsible for telling his parents our relationship is real.We have no choice. We have to act like this isn't all a mistake, like it's not all fake, like we're totally, completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with each other.Simple, right?Wrong.

The Accidental Girlfriend

From New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, comes a brand new standalone novel. BEING BROOKE is a laugh-out-loud, witty, sexy, and sometimes highly inappropriate romantic comedy about being in love with your best friend. And how much that freaking sucks. My name is Brooke Barker... And I'm a freaking disaster. No, seriously. I'm a college drop-out working a dead-end job, my best friend Carly's dog gets more action than I do, and I have more bad dates in my diary than there are movie remakes. Not to mention I'm completely and utterly in love with Cain Elliott. The problem? He's in a relationship. With a girl who's so plastic she makes Barbie cry herself to sleep with jealousy. The second problem? He's my best friend. My shut-up-and-put-on-Harry-Potter, yes-this-is-your-shirt, help-I-have-no-power, crap-I'm-out-of-tampons, kinda best friend. And that's all he can be, right? Right.

Being Brooke

What do you do when you're the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend's brother? Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh. I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain--making him my competition in this year's kissing contest. Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it's never going to happen. He's the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I'm the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night. I'm not going to let him break my four-year-long reign--no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he's not allowed to: Kiss me.

Kiss Me Not

On the heels of Dirty Secret, here is a sizzling hot romance featuring another Burke brother and the girl he can’t resist, from the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series. Walking out on my wedding wasn’t my best idea. Neither was throwing my cell in the lake and taking a job as PA for Dirty B, America’s favorite rock band, complete with every teen girl’s dream man, the eldest of the Burke brothers. Tate Burke is pure sex. Women actually throw their panties at him during shows. And Ella Dawson is the lucky little thing that gets to escort their fangirling butts out when he’s done with them. Yay. He’s a cocky son of a bitch, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. Every now and then Ella gets a rare glimpse of the Tate behind the “bad boy” act, and it attracts her in the most annoying way. The most annoying, heart-thumping, panty-wetting way. When her abusive ex turns up at the hotel room Ella and Tate are sharing, raging mad, she knows she’ll need more than just a little protection. Tate sees red, and Ella can’t help but lean on him, despite his bad-boy ways. And now? Now, he’s in a whole lot of trouble.

Dirty Past

What do you get when you mix a bachelorette party, the queen of dating disasters, and a stripper so hot he was forged from the fires of hell? Screwed. You get screwed.... Cocky. Commanding. Powerful. Relentless. Those four words all summed up West Rykman perfectly. So did filthy, dirty, sexy, and addictive. He was supposed to be my one night stand...not my new marketing client. He was definitely not supposed to be back inside my pants, not that anybody told him that. I knew one thing: What West Rykman wanted, West Rykman got. And he wanted me. What happens in Vegas... might just make you stay. (STRIPPED BARE is a standalone, erotic novel with romcom elements. While Stripped Bare completes Mia & West's story, please be aware that the epilogue leads into the companion novel, STRIPPED DOWN, coming August 30th.)

Stripped Bare

What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a quirky florist have in common? A hunky firefighter with an extra-large…hosepipe. In hindsight, I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger’s, um, eggplant, in my inbox. I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm, because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames. But it’s fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine. I’m only lying in a hospital bed with more split ends than I’ve ever had, almost all my Earthly possessions have turned to ash, and apparently, they don’t serve wine to patients in this place. But like I said, it’s fine. Until he walks in. The guy who saved my life. My hero. Noah Jacobs. And the universe is amusing itself at my expense, because the dirty photo I woke up to on Monday? It’s his.

Kiss Me Tonight

Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It's only temporary, he said.He never said I'd fall for him.You know what isn't 'temporary?' The endless stream of dirty socks in my bathroom and empty food packets under the sofa-and don't even get me started on the hot guys who take over my living room every Sunday to watch sports.I can't take anymore. So I propose a roommate agreement. One that will bring peace and order back to my life, complete with rules that might just stop my newfound crush on my best friend in its tracks.After all, there's only so many times you can see your best friend naked before you start to lose your mind.Rules. They're meant to be broken... Aren't they?

The Roommate Agreement

The Bookworm's Guide to Dating

There are some things you just have to deal with.Like your hot as hell college booty call moving in next door with his adorable daughter.The only time we've ever gotten along is under the sheets. Old habits die hard because two minutes on my front porch is how long it takes us to bicker.Not that a little fact like that bothers my healthy, eighty-year-old grandmother and roommate who's determined to see me married before she bites the dust.Unfortunately for me, she's got her eye set on Cameron Black.She's barking up the wrong tree. He's not The One, no matter how much I swoon when I see him with his daughter. I have no intentions of rekindling anything with him-until a rubber spider in my mailbox starts off the mother of all neighborhood prank wars, just like the ones we had in college, and throws me right into his path.One that leads right to his bedroom...

Frenemies

If anyone asks, I knew better than to flash my boobs for Mardi Gras beads. I still don't know why I did it. Maybe it was the dare from my two best friends. Maybe it was the guys on the balcony saying they'd throw Fireball shots with the beads. Or maybe it was the quiet guy in the corner of that same balcony with piercing gray eyes, wavy dark hair, and a smile so tempting I wanted to climb up there and lick it off his face. Maybe it was because I never thought I'd see them again. Not that it matters. Not today. Because the hotel I manage was finally bought-and the guy who walks in and introduces himself as my new boss is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent. There are many upsides to being single. Your new boss knowing what your boobs look like? Not one of them. (THE UPSIDE TO BEING SINGLE is a standalone, romantic comedy from the author who brought you MISS FIX-IT and BEING BROOKE.)

The Upside to Being Single

WANTED: ROOMMATE. Must be tidy, polite, and absolutely not my brother's hot as sin best friend. I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting. One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here. Moving his stuff into my spare bedroom. Sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing. We don't get along--at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof. There's also that little issue where I'm kinda, sorta, totally in love with him...Uh-oh.

Kiss Me Again

"When Poppy needs a date for her sister's wedding she finds the perfect one - only she doesn't even know his last name." --

Four Day Fling

One handywoman.One single dad.One set of twins.And the wall isn't the only thing being drilled...I learned the hard way that being a handywoman isn't easy. The questions, the stares--the assumption I'm the proud owner of a cock and balls. Not that it matters. I've proven over and over that I'm ready for anything the judgmental asses throw at me.Except the hot, single dad of twins who just moved to town.Brantley Cooper gets the shock of his life when I show up on his doorstep to fix up his kids' new rooms. His son is confused why 'the pretty lady has a drill,' and his daughter has a new obsession--me.On paper, my job is easy. Go in, do their bedrooms, and leave.In theory, I'm spending eight hours a day with a guarded, sexy as hell guy, and I'm staying for dinner more often than I'm eating it alone, on my couch, with Friends re-runs.I shouldn't be staying for dinner. I shouldn't be helping him out with the twins. I shouldn't be falling in love with tiny toes and dimpled cheeks.And I most definitely should not be kissing my client.Oops...MISS FIX-IT is a brand-new, standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, who brought you BEING BROOKE and CATCHING CARLY.

Miss Fix-It

Look, I didn't go out of my way to sleep with my next-door neighbor.It just happened.On the counter. Over the counter. Probably under it, too, if we hadn't moved it to the bedroom.But take it from me: a one night stand with your neighbor?It's not all it's cracked up to be...The One Night Stand Next Door is a short, flirty, and dirty prequel to The Girl Next Door. You don't have to read it before you dive in to The Girl Next Door, but why wouldn't you?

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