A sizzling summer fling…

Quinn Thorn is going to die an awkward virgin. The lack of experience is painful enough. Asking carefree tattoo artist Wes asking for assistance? That's too much embarrassment to survive.

Only Wes is game. He steps into his position with gusto. As with her pre-med courses, she's ready to study hard. A tutoring session on the couch? Done. A tryst in her apartment? No problem. And that goes where? Really? Pretty soon, she knows her way around a zipper. She knows how to admit her desires. Say, turning their relationship into something more.

But can their summer fling survive real life? Or will it fade after Labor Day?

Summer Love is a romance collection with a steamy summer fling theme. This collection contains the following novels: Losing It, Play Your Heart Out, and Dangerous Fling.

One night. One time. No last names.
Max, teaching me everything he knows here.
And everything he knows there too.
Because the man who rocked my world isn't just an anonymous hookup.
He's my new professor.

Danielle Bellamy is broke and out of options. Until I offer her a lifeline: A million dollars to play my wife.

Danielle Bellamy is mine.
For the next year, the curvy photographer is staying in my secluded mansion, wearing my ring.
A ruse, to exact revenge against the man who destroyed me.
Only every time I gaze into her dark eyes, I forget we're pretending.
Her kiss is intoxicating.
Her touch is addicting.
And when we finally fall into bed--
It's not enough.
I need more than her body.
I need her everything.

Simon Pierce is the most powerful man in Manhattan. My rival since the ninth grade.
And now, my enemy with benefits.

Since the first day of high school, Simon and I have competed.
Top grades?
Simon wins.
Better manners?
Simon wins.
Irresistible stare?
Simon definitely wins.
So when the bossy billionaire suggests an enemies with benefits arrangement--
I dive in headfirst.
No feelings. No strings. No falling in love.
It's perfect. In theory.
Only the Simon who shares my bed isn't cutthroat and arrogant.
He's passionate and tender.
And pretty soon, I'm losing the one thing that matters:
My heart.

My playboy boss wants me to slip into a new position:
Fake fiancée.

After years mowing through all the eligible women in New York, Liam earned the nickname Playboy Prince. Now, the tech executive needs to clean up his reputation.
He can have any women in the city.
And he wants me.
His purple-haired, smart mouthed assistant.
Six months as his fake fiancée in exchange for the cash to fund my start-up.
How can I say no?
Too bad Liam is the most frustrating man on the planet. Demanding. Rebellious. Extremely charming.
Plus the deep blue eyes. The devil-may-care-smile. The tattoos he hides under his suit.
Pretty soon, our kisses don’t feel fake.
Pretty soon, we don’t stop at kissing.
Pretty soon, I do the one thing I shouldn’t:
I fall in love with him.

Two best friends + one fake relationship = big trouble

Everyone sees me as a brooding tattoo artist with a chip on my shoulder.
Everyone except my best friend Skye.
Smart. Sassy. Gorgeous.
A curvy bombshell.
Not that I picture her naked. Often.
It's platonic, I swear. Until she asks me to play her date at her cousin's wedding.
It's a simple ruse. A few lies to keep our families off our backs.
We pose for photos. Write a fake history. But when we kiss?
Our chemistry is real. And it's combustible.
A taste isn't enough. Platonic isn't enough. I want Skye as my everything.
But can I really risk losing my best friend?