Morelli Sisters

A brand new witty romance featuring four sisters who work for one of the most well-known fashion magazines in New York. This ex's best friend to fake spouses to lovers romance will have you laughing out loud and swooning so hard. Word to the wise, don't marry your ex's best friend even when you promise yourself it'll just be a marriage of convenience between two friends. I did that and really wish I hadn't. At the time, I thought I was doing a good thing, the honorable thing, helping a friend in need. In need of inheriting a large sum of money his father left for him in a trust, that was. With the stipulation of marrying before he turned twenty-five, of course. Well, Frankie Agro was single and turning twenty-five in mere weeks. So when he dropped the news in my lap, I could only see him having two options-kiss his inheritance goodbye or marry me. It made perfect sense, and the rules were simple: we live together to keep up the charade so no one is the wiser and we never, ever cross the line (aka fall in love with each other). Problem is? Being in close proximity to a handsome man who makes me laugh even when I have a bad day, stops by my office just 'cause, and leaves me adorable sticky notes has my heart confused as to what this really is. . . a fake marriage. No need to tell me twice, I already know there's no way I'm walking away from this without a broken heart. Unless I can get Frankie to admit that this could be more than what it started out as. It's a risk, but one I'm willing to take. I don't have any other choice, do I?

Let me tell you the story of how I got stuck in a love triangle with the one man my father forbade from ever seeing me. It all started two years ago when I was introduced to Rina Blum and Knox Rhodes. At the time, Rina and Knox were dating, but then she broke up with him to pursue her dreams. Knox and I could've had something then, but fast forward to present day and I learned my father had more than a little something to do with keeping us apart. And I never would've been the wiser had Knox and I not run into each other at the airport as we both headed to London for fashion week. Oh, and add in Rina, who also happened to be at London Fashion Week because things weren't complicated enough. Basically, it was a tangled web that I wished I wasn't caught up in, but the longer I let things go on for, the worse it got. I didn't think I would find myself falling for Knox, but alas I was, and I wasn't ready to let him walk away. Again. So I, Bianca Morelli, did what any rational person in my situation would have done-defied my father and ended up in a love triangle. I know what you're thinking, say it isn't so, but it is, and this is my story. Say It Isn't So is a forbidden romance, love triangle, secret romance, but daddy I love him, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, angst and banter-filled romantic comedy with no cheating, no third-act breakup, no workplace romance that makes it forbidden, and a happily ever after.

I was knocked up. That was right, I was carrying precious cargo. That was what happened when you gave into temptation and had a one-night stand with a sinfully hot pub owner. The thing was, he was also my roommate. My oh-so-irresistible roommate. Too bad things got complicated pretty fast when my pregnancy test came back positive. What we were to one another had always been clear-roommates, friends, two people with a mutual attraction to one another. But never soulmates. I was sure of that. But through it all-the doctor appointments (he never missed a single one), the late night runs to satisfy my cravings (of which there were plenty), and the way he doted on me hand and foot (he literally rubbed my feet)-I wasn't so sure anymore. We'd said that one night was a one time thing. But then we did it again. And not only did I never want Brady to leave my bed, but I didn't want to let him go, period. Giving yourself false hope was never a good idea, which was why I never did it. The exception? Brady Moore. I blamed it on the way he looked at me, the way he set my body on fire, and the way he made me feel seen. Like he didn't want to change me and my universe-loving ways because he liked me just as I was. Which was what led me to hope that maybe Brady and I could have a future. Maybe we weren't as incompatible as I thought. I couldn't believe I was about to say this, but I, Allegra Morelli, was glad I got knocked up. At a loss for words? If I were you, I'd feel the same way because there are no words for this. There Are No Words is an accidental pregnancy, roommates-to-lovers, one-night stand, secret crush, workplace romance, slow burn, angst and banter-filled romantic comedy with no third-act breakup and a happily ever after.

I propose we stop referring to it as friends with benefits and say it like it is-a recipe for disaster. See, it all started when I confessed a little something to my best friend. His response? Definitely something unexpected. In the best way possible. The next thing I knew I was proposing we be friends with benefits. The rules were simple: Nothing changes in terms of our friendship. No one finds out about us. Emotions are completely out of the equation. That becomes hard when suddenly emotions are stuck smack dab in the middle of the equation. How could I not have seen things clearly? After all this time I'm noticing the way Dominic Deluca makes me feel (and not just during the benefits part of our relationship), how he's always there for me, and the fact that he knows me better than I know myself. Then there's my daughter. He's great with her, of course, and she loves him. But he's so much more than her uncle Dom. Things have always been complicated between Dom and I, and being friends with benefits only made it more so. I know it would be easier to forget this ever happened and go back to the way things were, but it won't be the same. Nothing will ever be the same. As much as we didn't want them to, things changed. I have to be honest with myself-and him. I love him. I think I've always loved him, and you'd probably agree that's not better left unsaid. Better Left Unsaid is a friends-to-lovers, single mom, friends with benefits, secret relationship, he's always loved her, slow burn, angst and banter-filled romantic comedy with no third-act breakup and a happily ever after.

Reddington Lyons seemed to want one thing-me. He's my ex-boyfriend's older brother, my fake fiancé, my ex boss, and the one man I was pretty sure could make me believe in the one thing I'd given up on. Love. Red was nothing more to me than a means to a bi-weekly paycheck. Until I dropped his dry cleaning off at the same time he was hosting a party. He was trying to impress a potential investor, lied that we were engaged, and then somehow convinced me to go along with said lie. The only problem? He was relentless, always got his way, and made me want to pull my hair out. Yet, every time we faked it up as a happily engaged couple, we grew closer. The night of our engagement party-we crossed the line. We were forced to spend a long weekend together in Newport and, guess what, we crossed a line. Then we had to live together. His house was by no means close quarters, but it wasn't big enough for our growing desire for each other. When all is said and done, I have to call it like it is, and the truth is, I don't think I can imagine Red as anything but my fiancé. Didn't catch that? Let me say it again-my very real fiancé. Let Me Say It Again is a ex's brother, black cat x doberman, fake engagement, billionaire x personal assistant, secret crush, close proximity, slow burn, angst and banter-filled romantic comedy with no third-act breakup and a happily ever after.