NEW YORK LOVE STORIES
NEW YORK LOVE STORIES
Never Got Over You
The universe shifts and our stars realign.
I’d sworn off men. And then I met Nick Christiansen.
Technically, I fell for him, literally, the moment I landed in his quarterback-sized arms and looked into those soulful eyes. I blame the rum. Or was it tequila? Spoiler alert: It was those delectable dimples.
Either way, Nick was stupidly handsome and ridiculously charming. He held me like he cared and listened to me like I mattered. Captivated by great conversation and rock-hard abs, Nick had me reconsidering the “No Men” promise I’d made myself.
I still regret walking away the next day.
I can’t stop thinking about the one who got away. But then I run right into Natalie St. James.
She’s still unwittingly gorgeous, if not more so, and as wildly quirky as I remember.
Sidebar: She’s on a date.
What do I expect? For her to still be thinking about me?
I still regret what happens next.
We didn’t get the love story we deserved the first time, then I screwed up our second chance. When the universe shifts and our stars realign, is the third time a charm?
The One I Want
He’s not just my hot-as-sin new neighbor. He’s my boss.
Don’t even get me started on Andrew Christiansen.
Okay, fine. You twisted my arm. He’s the full package—tall, dark-haired, and stupidly handsome. He just has one teeny-tiny flaw. He’s a grumpy workaholic.
I see beneath the designer suits and his rolled-up shirtsleeves. He wants to have fun. He’s just forgotten how. That’s where I come in.
We become fast friends. And by fast, I mean we’re teasing, flirting, and kissing in the span of a few days, and by friends, I mean with benefits. Yes, those kind of benefits.
Soon, blooming feelings threaten to turn this playful relationship from friends-to-lovers into a full-blown office romance. And, if I’m not careful, one, okay—two, secrets that I’ve been keeping from Andrew may turn him from the one I want into the one I can’t have.
Author's Note: This Opposites Attract, Friends to Lovers, Office romance will have you smiling from beginning to the end with a little sniffle in the middle.
Crazy in Love
One night will never be enough.
We made a pact. One night.
No strings.
No attachments.
No numbers exchanged.
I caved and gave Harrison Decker my number anyway. He just chose not to use it.
Four years later, his job brings him back into my world looking more handsome than ever and now making an effort to befriend me. Is my heart willing to take another chance on that man?
Call me crazy or crazy in love. Either way, I’m not falling for him. Again.
Author's Note: Crazy in Love is an Emotional Enemies to Lovers, Billionaire, Second Chance Romance with a Surprise Pregnancy and Independent Heroine. Basically, all the good things. Happy Reading!
Head Over Feels
As a prominent divorce attorney and Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor, I’m as sought-after in the courtroom as I am in the bedroom. I’ve learned that emotions have no place in either scenario. Not ever.
Thus far, my approach to life has served me well.
No hassles or strings means no heartache.
There’s just one little problem…
My new roommate happens to be the only woman who could change my views. Her laughter is a siren calling to me. Jealousy fills my chest when other guys give her attention, and disappointment sinks in when her smile isn’t directed at me.
None of that matters though, because we’re just friends.
But if we’re only friends, why am I suddenly feeling the urge to tell her what I never did when we first met?
Head Over Feels is an emotion-filled, friends-to-lovers contemporary romance.
It Started With A Kiss
It started with a kiss.
Admittedly, it was a moment of weakness on my part. But even the strong-willed have been known to fall for a hard body underneath a tailored suit and a five o’clock shadow coating a sharp jawline.
It didn’t matter that Jackson St. James was nothing but trouble. Trouble was just my type.
Been there. Done him. Not making that mistake again.
We were friends—an affair we designed ourselves—over before we began. After all, together, we made no sense. Jackson is into sports. I prefer the arts. He gulps beer. I sip champagne.
While I might not be described as humble, his arrogance is through the roof.
But when he asks if we can talk, my traitorous Louboutins come to a full stop. Although I’ve seen enough movies to know how these conversations go, maybe, just maybe, he’ll surprise me.
He has before…
We may have started with a kiss, but how will we end?
It Started with a Kiss is a friends with benefits-to-so much more, opposites attract, contemporary romance with "sweet, swoon, and sizzle." - USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke