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About J. S. Cooper
J. S. Cooper (Jaimie Suzi) is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She is a true romantic and lives in Florida with her two dogs, Ollie and Poppy. Jaimie was born in London, England and moved to the States at age 17. She studied history in college and then went to law school, but ultimately decided to pursue her love of writing romance novels.
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City girl in Montana looking for her Romeo…
Sounds like the start of a Hallmark movie, right? Well, it would if they had movies about idiot women flying across the country to marry a man they’d never met.
Yup, that’s what I did. I responded to an ad in a random newspaper that I found on the train. And now I’m trying to find Horseshoe Ranch so that I can marry some cowboy I’ve never even seen. And no, this isn’t the 1800’s. I’m just desperate.
To make matters worse, the cowboy doesn’t even know I’m coming. His mom and dad arranged it all. I’m going is because I have $100 to my name and an old mafia boyfriend after me. I figured life couldn’t get any worse in Montana.
I was wrong.
In my excitement, I left the address and phone number for the ranch at home, so now I’m here in Montana and I have no idea where I’m supposed to go. So I took a rented a car and stopped at a local bar to ask for directions.
And that’s when my problems really started.
Cowboys make the best friends, but can they also make the best boyfriends?
Wyatt Hamilton has been my best friend since we were in diapers. He is the yin to my yang, and we’ve always been inseparable. But now I’m trying to break away. I’m ready to find a man who thinks of me as more than his best friend. I’m looking for a boyfriend—heck, a husband! And I’m not going to find him if Wyatt Hamilton is always hanging around me like an overprotective big brother.
He considers me his favorite cowgirl, but I’m looking for a man who wants to make me his woman. But Wyatt isn’t getting the hint that I need my space. I’m doing everything in my power to ensure that he sees that I’m now a woman. Even if that means that we can’t be in each other’s lives as much anymore.
But I never expected him to react in the way that he did. I never expected to find out that my best friend wasn’t just a cowboy, but a confident, sexy alpha male as well.
To My New Boss,
You are an asshole. Maybe I will even call you a boss hole. We’ve never even officially met because you sent your executive assistant to give me a list of “to-do’s” because you’re worried all of your lower assistants will “fall for you and make a pass.” You could only wish I would make a pass. You would be so lucky as to even catch a glimpse of my fine ass. In fact, why don’t kiss it instead, jerk.
Also, no I’m not taking a vocabulary or algebra test. Just because you’re the CEO doesn’t give you the right to be pompous and arrogant. And frankly I saw that photo of you in the newspaper last year; are you cousins with the yeti? Not a good look.
You can keep your $25 an hour. My self respect is worth more than that. And no I’m not interested in any of your other offers.
Marcia “I have self respect” Lucas
P.S. Never in a Million Years
I never intended to actually send the email. I’m not crazy. It was just a way to vent. I actually did need the money way too much to go off on my boss. Only when I went into office the next day, there was a note on my desk. It read, “A million years is up. See me in my office.”
My dad was right, my mouth would eventually get me into trouble. Only he had no idea just had bad the trouble was going to be.
He’s a hot handsome cowboy, but can he let down his guard and let love in?
Beau Hamilton is the biggest catch in Montana. He’s handsome, funny, and rich. As the oldest son and heir to one of the largest ranches in the state, he’s one of the most eligible bachelors around. And he knows it. His brother is marrying my best friend, and we’re both happy they’ve found love. I thought he was a perfect gentleman, until the night he took me to his favorite spot on the ranch. We did things that nobody should ever know about. Not even my best friend.
Beau’s made it clear that while he’s an eligible bachelor, he has no plans on ever getting married. Which doesn’t bother me in the least, because the more time I spend with him, the more he annoys me. He’s a bossy, grumpy, demanding cowboy who thinks it’s his way or the highway, and I’m looking forward to showing him that this is one woman who doesn’t want him in the least. Well, maybe just a little bit. He thinks he’s carrying the world on his shoulders, but I wish he would just let me in.
It was only meant to be the one time. I mean, it was the week before Christmas, I was shopping with my best friend and we were hungry and wanted to dine at the new swanky restaurant on the Upper West Side.
For some reason the hostess misheard me when I mentioned Max Parker’s name. I’d been complaining that he was the reason why I’d lost my job. Who was I to correct her when it meant that “my relationship” had caused a table to suddenly open up?
And then the next week I accidentally let it slip that Max Parker was my boyfriend to get into an exclusive club. And then there was the time when I saw that Chanel handbag and Prada shoes. I mean, it didn’t really hurt anyone, did it? It was just a little white lie.
How was I to know that my fake boyfriend would find out that I’d been using his name? Now he’s blackmailing me into playing his fake fiancé (Fiancée) in an arrangement that could only be classified as risqué. Turns out if I want to keep my apartment and not move home with my parents, I’m going to have to play along with his game. Only he’s going to have to go along with my rules as well and while he smirks at that idea he doesn’t know that I’ve got a plan of my own.
An enemies to lovers boss romance
During the day, I work for Dylan McAllister, the hunky billionaire who became CEO of his own company at thirty. He may be one of the hottest men I’ve ever met in my life, but he’s also the boss from hell. He has dazzling blue eyes that pierce your soul and freeze your heart. And he’s a known womanizer.
I call him AB to my friends—Asshole Boss. He’s grumpy, demanding, and rude. And that’s on a good day. He’s definitely the worst boss ever.
The only reason I’m still his secretary is because I have debt up to my eyeballs thanks to student loans and an ex that conned me into letting him use my credit cards. I’m counting down the days until I can quit and tell him to get his own coffee and lobster rolls. My calendar says that between both my jobs, I only need to work for him for three more months.
You see, Mr. McAllister has no idea that his “mousey little secretary” has a night job just so I can quit as soon as possible.
That is, until I end up at a bachelor party for his brother.
And then the real drama begins … because Mr. McAllister can’t seem to get over the fact that his boring secretary also pops out of cakes.
“Go on a date,” she said. “You’ll love it,” she said. She was wrong!
It had been one year, two months and seventeen days since my last date. So my best friend Abby decided to sign me up for a dating app. She guaranteed that she could get me the best date of my life within one week. I didn’t really want to do it, but I figured what did I have to lose?
Turns out that I had:
2. My dignity
3. My patience and
4. My innocence to lose
OK, so I didn’t really have my innocence to lose, but believe you me, Jack Morrison was my worst date ever. And I’ve been on a lot of bad dates. Trust me when I say that that was the longest ten hours and 33 minutes of my life. I never wanted to see or speak to him again.
But it turns out you don’t always get what you want in life, because Jack showed up the very next day at a family gathering I was attending as a fake plus one. As you can imagine that was a real pickle, Jack wanted to know why I went on a date with him when I’m dating someone else. But he can’t know the whole complicated truth of the matter. I’m in a fake relationship and now I’m being blackmailed by the worst date ever.
That’s not even the worst part. I decided to log onto this new app called “confession board” to seek some advice, but it turns out Jack Morrison is absolutely everywhere and he’s not going to leave me alone until I submit to his demands.
Liam Montgomery, forty, rich, cocky, wears a rolex, likes expensive whiskey, completely out of my league. He was not who I would have chosen to have gone on a blind date with. Just because he was gorgeous didn’t mean he would make a good boyfriend. Plus he was way too old for me. That didn’t stop me from flirting with him though. Or from spending one very long exciting night with him. I’m not going to tell anyone about that night. Ironically, it turned out that Liam hadn’t even been my intended date. Oops!
Unfortunately for me, hot mess Emily, the biggest shock of my life was still to come. For while Liam and I should never have been, he’s not about to leave my life quite that easily. You see I’m celebrating my dad’s retirement with my folks and Liam is also there. Only this time, he’s not alone.
When you’re young, anything is possible.
Love is pure magic and time seems to stand still.
I remember those days like I remember seeing my first rainbow.
When the sky was bleak, he painted it full of color.
We came from different worlds.
We had no business ever interacting.
He was the wolf with glowing eyes and a cocky grin.
I was the innocent sheep that he wanted to eat up.
I knew he was trouble, but then he went and saved my life.
I was in the wrong place at the right time.
Or so I thought.
I didn’t realize that he was the leader of the pack.
He saved me from himself.
Only young love never lasts. Sometimes you grow up and move on.
That’s what I did.
But now he’s back. Meaner. Stronger. Full of darkness instead of light.
This time he’s not here to save me. This time he’s here to make me pay.
You have the most amazing hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. And the pinkest lips. They are what my friends and I would call “Insta-Kissable”. The things I could do to those lips. Your kids also look cute. They look like monsters, but also cute. You are single right? Or are you one of those creeps that just doesn’t wear a ring? You could be on the ‘bangable dad’ list. If such a list existed. I may or may not be a little tipsy as I write this. Thanks for nothing Captain Morgan. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that when you’re in the veggie aisle at the store, you shouldn’t just grab potatoes and melons from someone else’s cart.
Your half Secret Admirer Nellie
P.S. If you want to know more, text me at the number on the back of this envelope.
To Nellie (whose name is not a secret),
First off, I’m not a creep. I am not married. I’m glad to hear I’m a bangable dad. I’m assuming that means you think I’m hot as well. I wish you would have handed me this note so I could have seen who you were, so I’d know if you had “insta-kissable” lips or “psycho” eyes. I don’t know why I’m texting this message back to you. Maybe a little bit of curiosity. Though they do say curiosity killed the cat. Do you also have kids? Mine are a handful, but I love them. Send me a photo?
The Single Dad in the Store
P.S. My name is Steele
I’ve been writing letters to a military man overseas and now he’s coming back home...
I started writing to Cody two years ago while he was stationed at a base overseas. I’ve told him everything about my life...only I slightly embellished some parts. Like the fact that I’m really into sports, have a serious boyfriend, and I’m in my fifties. I had my reasons, you see, but now he wants to meet and I’m scared he’s going to think I’m a big liar.
So I decide to tell him that I’m his penpals daughter, yeah, nothing like adding oil to the fire. But when we meet I can’t help but think how handsome he is and how I want more. But how can I ever start a relationship with someone that doesn’t really know the real me? Am I the worst best friend ever?