Harbor City

Hot, filthy rich, and usually irresistible, Hudson Carlyle just met the one woman in Harbor City who's immune to his legendary charm. Nerdy ant researcher Felicia Hartigan is the unsexiest dresser ever. She trips over air. And she's in love with totally the wrong man. Hudson can't stop thinking about her. His regular moves won't work here. He's going to need a new plan, starting with helping her win over the man she thinks she wants. And if in the process she ends up falling for Hudson instead? Even better. Step one, charm her panties off. Step two, repeat step one as frequently as possible. But what if the famous Carlyle charm finally fails him when he needs it most? Or worse, what if she figures out the one secret he's kept from everyone, including his family, and walks away for good? Contains mature themes.

Tyler Jacobson has a plan for everything-except how to handle his completely annoying, utterly frustrating, and totally sexy upstairs neighbor. He couldn't care less if Everly Ribinski thinks he's equally irritating-until he discovers she's the only one who can help him land a business deal that will finally make him feel like he's more than just a guy from the wrong side of the tracks. Color him shocked when Everly refuses to help, insisting she should have run him over in the parking garage when she had the chance. Harsh, but possibly deserved. Tyler may have spent the last few months reveling in annoying the fiery gallery owner with a dark past, but he's got secret leverage she can't refuse. If only they could stop trying to one-up each other long enough to realize the pranks are nothing more than foreplay. Of course, he figures it out quicker. He's smart like that. Too bad Everly wants nothing to do with him. Or does she? Wait. What is she up to now? For a man who's always scheming, the best-laid plans never felt so good falling apart . . . Contains mature themes.

Bestselling author Avery Flynn will have you laughing out loud with this fun, steamy take on the wedding genre. I can't believe I have to go home to Nebraska for my sister's wedding. I'm gonna need a wingman and a whole lot of vodka for this level of family interaction. At least my bestie agreed he'd man up and help. Too bad he had to catch a different flight than mie. Then, his plane got delayed. And finally-because bad things always happen in threes-instead of my best friend, his evil twin walks out of the airport. If you looked up doesn't-deserve-to-be-that-confident, way-too-hot-for-his-own-good billionaire in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Grady Holt. He's awful. Horrible. The worst-even if his butt looks phenomenal in those jeans. Ten times worse? I'd told my family I was bringing my boyfriend with me. Now I have to spend the week pretending to be madly in love with the big jerk. Ugh, and share a bedroom. It's only gonna be a week. I can last that long without killing him or blowing my cover. Maybe. A whisper of a prayer. Oh God, this week just might kill me or I might kill him-either way, this is not going to end well.