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There are a few things you absolutely don’t do in Adrian Terranova’s world.
You don’t question him. You don’t challenge him. You don’t call him by his first name.
You definitely don’t contradict him in front of his entire staff.
Unless you’re me, apparently.
I’d love to say I stood up to the bosshole from hell and walked away unscathed,
but that’d be a lie.
First he got me fired from the job I couldn’t afford to lose. Then he made sure the only position in the city I could get was working as his personal assistant.
He runs his office with iron buns and icy glares. Every day is cloudy with a chance of grumpy. Every moment is a test he expects me to fail, but I’ll happily disappoint him.
They say he’s impossible to please? That he never smiles? Well, I don’t run from challenges. I run into them. And then I make them attend office glitter parties with hot dogs.
Adrian: I won’t break her, but she’s absolutely going to bend. Over my desk, I think. Or maybe the couch in reception?
From USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom comes the first novel in the romantic, sexy, and hilarious Anyone But… series.
Seven years ago, my best friends and I made a promise: No matter what, we would never date one of the King brothers. Even if they grew up to become megafamous, gorgeous, heart-stopping billionaires. Even if they crawled on their knees and begged for forgiveness.
But guess who just flew back into our lives in a private jet? And guess who just showed up to my job on my first day? Richard. King. Fortunately, it takes two seconds for Richard to reveal he hasn’t changed. Conceited. Cocky. Rude. Unfortunately, he’s also the kind of gorgeous that’s borderline offensive—with a jawline to make statues self-conscious and a grin that short-circuits my brain.
He’s spent years taking what he wants. I doubt he’s hungry for anything else—except me, apparently. There’s no way I’ll let him maneuver his way back into my life. My friends would never forgive me. I would never forgive me. But did I mention his jawline?
Gorgeous. Famous. Arrogant.
He moved to my mountain for a fresh start...
Now he’s my neighbor
And I think he wants more than a cup of sugar.
He’s a global celebrity, and it’s not just because he’s mouthwatering.
He wrote a book no one will admit they’ve read, but somehow sold millions of copies.
People call it the Kama Sutra Volume 2 or the Sex Bible. He just called it You’re F**king wrong.
Tragedy struck, and now he wants solitude and a place to avoid the spotlight.
He certainly came to the right place, because the spotlight has never been anywhere near my town, especially not next door to me.
You’d think I would be thrilled.
Except he’s easily the most rude and abrasive man I’ve ever met. He’s a brute. A savage.
I hate that the sight of him makes my skin tingle and my cheeks flush, that I can’t think straight around him.
The worst part?
Some stupid, very stupid part of me knows I’m going to try to fix him, because he’s broken and hurting, no matter how much he hides behind his anger.
I just hope I don’t break myself before I find out what happened to him.
*As always, this is a totally SAFE, full-length book with a happily ever after, no cheating, and plenty of steam.*
The third novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom’s Anyone But… series sizzles with a sexy and hilarious story about letting go of the past to chase the love of a lifetime.
Seven years ago, I swore I’d never date Nick King. Ever.
Now I’m supposed to work under him—and no, despite the way he glares like he wants to strip me bare, I mean he’ll be my boss. But what better way to prove I’m really over him, right?
I was a nerdy overachiever in high school, and Nick was my hopeless crush. I even laminated a note he passed to me; granted, I had a thing for laminators, but that’s beside the point.
Now, my only shot at getting my life back on track is to crawl to him on my knees and pray I nail the interview. Maybe I should pray that’s the only thing that gets nailed in his office—especially since he looks like he wants to devour me.
Nick broke my heart once. But hey, I’m still pretty handy with a laminator. Maybe I could run my heart through one before I take this job.
The second novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom’s Anyone But… series turns up the heat and hilarity with a story about second chances and promises worth breaking.
After Cade King cost me everything, I vowed I’d never fall for him again—even if he became rich and megafamous.
Now he’s back, and he’s still the embodiment of a big, shiny red button. Everybody knows you shouldn’t touch red buttons, but it’s so, so hard to resist.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it a little when I arrested him for disorderly conduct. Unfortunately, I think Cade liked it a little too. So when he asks for my help raising the son he just found out about, I know exactly what to say: “No, you stupidly sexy red button. I won’t touch you, even to help a cute little kid.” You’re damn right that’s what I said. Mostly.
Still, Cade doesn’t know the first thing about commitment. He lives completely in the moment. I’d need to have a recurring case of amnesia to believe he could change, even for his son. Or me.
I let a stranger dominate me in the most intimate way possible.
He gave me three things that night:
His first name, the sweet taste of submission, and his baby.
Now my Dom is back and this time he won’t stop until I’m his.
One wild and reckless night changed my life three years ago. I got a taste of what it meant to be with a real man--how just a whisper could ignite my desire, and his commanding voice could have me kneeling at his feet in submission.
He was my everything and I only knew him for a few hours.
But like everything good in my life, it went up in flames. When I learned the truth about him, I ran as fast as I could. I’d like to think I would’ve stayed if I knew about the baby… but I doubt even that would’ve stopped me, not after what I learned.
It has been three years since she got away. Three f*cking years. I knew she was mine from the moment I saw her. I had to have her. To touch her. For one night, I owned her submission and she loved every second.
I finally found her again. There’s not a chance in hell she’s going to slip away this time. Not again. Not ever.
I’m going to bring her into my world. I’ll give her everything she wants and all the things she didn’t even know she needs. She’ll be crying out my name. She’ll be dreaming of spankings, handcuffs, and blindfolds.
I’m going to dominate her in every way imaginable. Mind, body, and soul. Especially her body.
But it’s not going to be as simple as I thought because she has a son now… my son.
*As always, this is a totally SAFE, full length book with a happily ever after, no cheating, and plenty of steam.*
The cover model, Travis D. does not in any way endorse the content of this book.
Something is very wrong with my downstairs neighbor.
For starters? She appears completely immune to my charms.
It's odd... Downright suspicious.
But beneath those frowns and pantsuits, I know she feels the connection, too.
Why else would she keep filing noise complaints against me?
It’s like a cry for help. A demand for me to show up at her door…
One look in her barren apartment and I know her job is her life.
The last male to see her bedroom probably had a tail and whiskers.
I can see she needs my skills. Badly.
I happen to have a talent for people — fixing them, persuading them...
Except my past rears its ugly head at the worst time.
Instead of dating my neighbor, now I’m roped into working with her.
But what’s more romantic than a forbidden office fling?
I’ll find a way to solve my secret little issue and make time for my new office mate.
On the clock, off the clock, on her desk, on my desk…
But first, she needs to agree to go on a date with me.
I think her exact words were “absolutely no way.”
No way? There’s always a way.
There's blackmail, bribery, buckets of charm… Maybe all three?
USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom brings a brand new enemies-to-lovers romance where two total opposites fight to deny their perfect chemistry.
Sebastian St. James needed an ego check in the worst way.
So I gave him the tongue lashing to end all tongue lashings.
But he liked it.
Before I knew it, my dress was up to my ears.
He apparently had a tongue lashing of his own to give.
Mission gloriously failed, if you asked me.
We both agreed to part ways like adults. No strings, no attachments.
Except I couldn’t stand that he’d been able to walk away so easily.
So I handled my disappointment like the totally reasonable woman I am.
I attended one of his book signings and threw coffee in his face.
Then I face-planted over a fence trying to outrun his security.
Before I knew it, I was recovering in Sebastian’s mansion.
Then he offered me a job watching his cat and staying in his house.
I wish I could say I stared into his dreamy eyes and told him to bite me.
But I needed the job more than I wanted to admit.
So now I’m bunked with an obnoxiously attractive roommate.
A roommate I somehow want to strangle and straddle at the same time.
But there's nothing to worry about.
He "doesn't do relationships."
Nope. All he does is brood, glower, and boss me around.
But just like everything else in my life, it gets messier.
Who's the father, you ask? I'll give you a hint.
The baby's probably going to come out with cute little horns and a pitchfork.
A full-length enemies-to-lovers, secret baby romance loaded with laugh-out-loud moments, unapologetic wit, and a lovable heroine who would look the devil in the eyes and make him say "please". Will she drag the jaded millionaire kicking and grumbling to his happily ever after?
Yeah. I apparently missed out on that one.
Because Damon Rose came, and instead of running, I got pregnant.
Yes. I remember Chelsea Cross.
I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me.
Proving her wrong was… enjoyable.
With hair I wanted to fist. A mouth that only stopped when I kissed it. A body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim.
And now she wants a job.
A smart man would say “no”.
Or, I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago.
She can’t even begin to handle me.
Author’s Note: Buckle up for the ultimate grumpy boss in this steamy, workplace romantic comedy with a sassy heroine and a stubborn grump who wants to ruin her day.
She’s just temporary. A momentary blip in my life.
Although I have to admit she’s quite attractive, as far as blips go.
She’s also the first person my son has ever actually liked, which has to count for something.
New plan: I will not… let myself get too attached to the nanny.
I’ve always been the kind of man to keep my plans flexible.
Adaptation is key. Just like I’ve had to adapt to having a beautiful woman waiting for me when I get home every night.
Temporarily, of course. My son deserves better than temporary.
And I won’t dangle the prospect of a happy, complete family in front of him when I know the relationship wouldn’t last.
Because beneath the innocent, big doe eyes and the charming awkwardness, the nanny would turn out like the rest.
She’d find some reason to leave. They all did.
So I’ll make one final amendment to the plan. Yes, I may think inappropriate thoughts about the nanny.
I may get attached to the nanny. But I will not fall for the nanny.
And if I do, I will deny it until my cold, dead heart freezes over.
Author’s Note: Get out your safety goggles because this fiery nanny and swoon-worthy single dad are about to collide and the reaction is going to be explosive.
Hell, I never planned to meet her.
But her grandfather’s will changes everything.
That, and the shockingly intimate to-do list he left for us.
I’ve known about Andi Wainwright my whole life. Until now, I’d done a damn good job of keeping my distance. No photos. No social media.
But that changed when I learned about the old man’s death. I had the misfortune of being his business partner, and now the keys to my future are tangled up in his ridiculous will.
First, I had to personally bring Andi down to his club, The Golden Pecker to show her some mysterious video. I may be in the dark about what’s going on, but I know one thing:
I don’t care what’s on that tape. Nothing is going to change the fact that Andi Wainwright is the enemy.