Not when a seat at the prestigious Altair table was presented to him on his graduation day. A sizzling, feel-good, opposites-attract holiday romance from Tessa Bailey, 1 New York Times bestselling author of It Happened One Summerβnow in a beautiful new package! Two weeks before Christmas and all through Manhattan, shop windows are decorated in red and green satin. Isabella Shay is usually a very honest person. Izzy takes that PSL. Between demolition and restoration, they take unexpected tumbles into love.
Underneath It All One hot architect. One naughty schoolteacher. One crazy night that changes everything. Bill Marshall might as well have been the Devil. Christina Lee Dodd needs Friday off work. One of those problems is her boss, Bill Marshall. The offer he makes is textbook inappropriate. An HR nightmare. But is it wrong for her to accept? Is it wrong for her to like it? Lose yourself in the sizzling series by USA Today bestseller Louise Bay with this international bestselling five full length novels.
The heaviest hitters in Manhattan come to me to make money. Some say ruthless. Myles Foster: CEO, thief, broody grump. And, once upon a time, the boy who read me stories when it stormed. My sisters have forgotten him. But me? He expects a lot of quiet shifts. Well, you know what they say about assumptions. Two video game creators go head-to-head in this delightful, queer enemies-to-lovers workplace romance debut.
Cat Li cares about two things: video games and swoony romances. A swoony, steamy, STEM romance in which two curators at a science museumβa handsome but grumpy astronomer and an anxious but sunshine-y entomologistβrealize they are the perfect match. Millie was never one to take the expected path. Rumpled and ragged was not how architect Ari James envisioned kicking off her first day at a new firm. One year ago, I graduated from law school and embarked on a career as a purveyor of high priced legal shenanigans.
Six months ago, my boyfriend dumped me when I thought he might be proposing. Two weeks ago, I got drunk and joined a secret sex club. Two days ago, I had a torrid one-night stand with a stranger. My one-night stand is no longer a stranger. Ugh, Christmas. Not a fan. So why am I wearing a Santa suit and letting frisky moms paw me at a reindeer ranch?
