New York City Romance Series

What's more important—revenge . . . or the child you never knew you had? Jolie Chapman was my first love. Now she's my most bitter enemy. Screw me once, shame on you. Screw me twice . . . who am I kidding—I don't believe in second chances anymore. Tripp Montgomery was my first love. I gave him my innocence. Then he broke my heart. And I committed the ultimate betrayal. These Manhattan royals are out for revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. But there's something they want more. Their daughter.

Tristan James Xavier Bettencourt IV. The prodigal son of a banking dynasty. And my new boss. With his silver tongue and dirty mouth, he's everything I've ever wanted. And the one man I'll never have. Some rules are as old as time. Girls like me don't ride off into the sunset with men like him.

Nash: In business, I'm ruthless. The Black Knight of Wall Street. And in the ring, I'm downright vicious. I don't rescue damsels in distress. Nixie is on the run from her past. She's a distraction I don't need, a complication I don't want. But when she needs a husband to claim her inheritance, I'm only too willing to play the part. Nixie: Nash is my fiance, but he isn't mine. Our vow to love, honor, and cherish each other, till death do us part, is a promise we have no intention of keeping. Our union is a solution to my problems. The ultimate marriage of convenience.

It was supposed to be the perfect summer job. Housesitting in the Hamptons. And then he showed up. Lance Welles. Moody. Broody. Wealthy. Sexy. And cocky. So damn cocky. He'll let me stay for the summer. But only if I pretend to be his girlfriend. I agree. Why wouldn't I? It's not like I'll fall in love. The first time I saw Vivienne Radcliffe, she was in a fire-engine-red bikini. Setting fire to my house. Well, not exactly my house. The garden of my Hamptons estate. She says the house is hers for the summer. But it isn't long before I realize . . . I want Vivienne to be mine forever.