Ultimate Paperback Book Bundle

Seven sexy contemporary romances with all the flirt, feels, and hot possessive heroes in one Ultimate Book Bundle

If you Dare To Love...


★★★★★ "Everything (and I honestly mean every single word) about this scrumptious novel appealed to my crack addict like addiction to a dirty flirty romance... If you love a book that will keep you on your toes, make you swoon like crazy and ensure that your heart rate is kept at a galloping pace then this is the book for you." - Lisa, Reviewer

Read this bundle if you like:

🖤 Enemies to Lovers
🖤 Neighborly trash talk and hard grudges
🖤 Dating Pacts built like iron clad contracts by friends who know each other too well
🖤 Guys who can't think about the girl who is Off-Limits for too many reasons to list
🖤 Brother's Best Friend
🖤 Fake Relationships
🖤 Guys with a growing collection of panties their best friend was wearing at the foot of the stairs but not by the second floor
🖤 Friends as close as Family
🖤 Friends To Lovers
🖤 Secret Relationships
🖤 Secret Crushes
🖤 Second Chances at First Love
🖤 One Night in Vegas
🖤 Marriage of convenience
🖤 Heroes who think they are immune to love
🖤 Best friend's Brother
🖤 Off-Limits
🖤 Players who have met their match
🖤 Second Chances at First Love


★★★★★"5 TOTALLY BLEW ME AWAY, I TOTALLY LOVED IT STARS!!!!This story is everything you want on a friends-to-lovers romance. The rapport between Ava and Sam is amazing, the chemistry is off the charts, sizzling HOT, and the history of their friendship, and their secret desires is warm and heartbreaking at the same time.
I could not put this one down. In fact, I READ IT TWICE. The pacing was incredible. The drama and angst...delectable" - A_Ryan, Reviewer



BOOKS INCLUDED IN THE BUNDLE

✅ TRUTH OR DARE

✅ TOUCH & GO

✅ NOW & THEN

✅ WAKING UP MARRIED

✅ ONCE IS NEVER ENOUGH

✅ FRONT PAGE AFFAIR

✅ THE S BEFORE EX

From Touch & Go

Chapter One

Ava Meyers dropped onto the park bench beside her best girlfriend, Maggie Lawson—soon to be Wells—and crossed her arms in a huff. “You owe me this.”
“One night with my boyfriend?” Maggie asked around the hair elastic pinched between her teeth. Then, winding her hair into a messy blond knot, added, “Funny, but I’m pretty sure I don’t.”
Ava smiled her sweetest smile. The one that got results and Maggie had the good sense to look more than a mite bit nervous about.
“First off, it’s not like I’m asking to take him for a test drive or something. All I need is a little arm candy for this stupid law mixer to get Stalker Steve off my scent. Just a smidge of attention and doting and possibly I should borrow your engagement ring too,” she added in a rush, moving on before Maggie had the chance to protest. “Second, Tyler’s your fiancé, not your boyfriend. And third, as to owing? If it weren’t for me, you’d still be calling him Apartment Three and hissing every time your paths crossed. It was the dating pact I forced you into that landed that fat diamond on your left hand and Tyler rocking your world six times a night. So consider this your chance to square up.”
Okay, so maybe she was stretching it a bit with the debt-of-gratitude thing, but desperate times . . . Ava had already asked Sam—her go-to guy for all things fix-it and faux date—but the ass had turned her down with some feeble excuse about preexisting plans. She couldn’t ask her brother, Ford, because for this bailout she needed someone to look like he was sort of in love with her and, that would be gross. Which left her with Sam’s sketchy cousin Tony, the horny perv who’d been trying to shoehorn himself into her panties since the ninth grade. And while Tony had agreed to fill the role of her love-struck date for the following Friday, there’d been some suspicious noises on the other end of the line and when he started getting all out of breath—well, she didn’t want to know, but she definitely needed a different date.
Expelling a frustrated breath, Ava surveyed the park around her. The sun was shining, the air crisp and clean, as tender green shoots and unfurling leaves marked spring’s foothold in her favorite corner of Wicker Park. Maggie was getting married in less than a month and Ava was the maid of honor. Life was good and she wanted to get to the part of her Sunday afternoon where she could enjoy it, but this problem of hers was pissing her off and she wanted it resolved.
Only the look Maggie was giving her didn’t bode well.

“Sorry. You’re just going to have to tell him to back off.”
If only. Stalker Steve, a.k.a. Steven Hapron, was season-ticket-connected with all the major Chicago teams and chummy with about half the partners in her firm. And working toward partner herself, bad press was the last thing she needed. Which meant being exceptionally careful how she handled him. “Mm-hmm, except it would be so much better if he just thought I’d found someone else and he lost interest on his own.”
Maggie was shaking her head with that whole judgy thing going on in her eyes, like she was pretty sure Ava was more than a little off base. Which sucked, because Maggie didn’t whip that look out often, but when she did, she was usually right.
Not this time.
The heavy thunk of a door closing behind them had both women turning to where Wicker Park’s top contractor had parked on the other side of the fence. Sam Farrow rounded the hood of his truck, his wild mop of golden blond catching in the breeze as his long-legged stride ate through the distance between them. He was wearing the Maui Jim Pilot sunglasses Ava bought him for Christmas, a white, long-sleeved T-shirt pushed up his lean-muscled forearms and which hung half tucked over a pair of faded blues and a thick brown leather belt. He was flashing an easygoing grin that was practically his natural state of rest, but even from the distance, she could see something wasn’t quite right.
Maggie waved. “Hi, Sam.”
“Everything okay?” Ava asked, moving her stuff to make room for him. “Hey, Maggs,” he offered, dropping into the open seat, before turning to Ava.
“I don’t know, Ave. There I am, walking the aisles of Home Depot, deep in my happy place, when my phone rings and I answer it to Tony croaking out, ‘Looks like Ava’s got a taste for some Tony potpie after all.’”
She cringed and swung around to Maggie. “You see why I need Tyler to take me?” Maggie let out an indelicate snort as she collected her stuff. “Tyler’s back.”
Down the block, Tyler Wells—the borrowed date who apparently would not be hers— rounded the corner at a steady jog and Maggie pushed up from her seat, her eyes still on her fiancé, who definitely made running look good.
“Later, guys,” she said, heading out. “Later.”
Sam stretched his arm across the back of the bench and then pulled off his shades, revealing eyes the same color as the worn denim that had so much been a part of his wardrobe

since the first day Ava met him.
“Want to tell me why Tony thinks he’s got a date with you?”
Man, he had the best eyes.
“Because you’re an asshat,” Ava stated flatly. “You totally abandoned me. Left me completely high and dry, and after all the times I’ve stood in for you when one of your whirlwind one-nighters suddenly decides she wants more, like a month or forever? You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Sam was nodding, the grin on his face going wider with her every word. “Right. Obviously, I’m the root cause. But maybe you could be a little more specific about the how, what, when, and where of it?”
Ava snuggled in closer to him on the bench, because there was nothing better than the clean smell of his Irish Spring soap, and he was warm and she was a snuggler by nature, so it’s just what she did. And then she proceeded to remind him about the law mixer she’d asked him to plus-one for, how he’d turned her down, and how Steven—who wasn’t actually a stalker, but had serious persistence issues—was going to be there and she wanted to lose him as passively as possible.
Sam pulled his phone from his pocket, dialed, and then held it up to his ear. “Hey, gorgeous. Can’t make it Friday. Rain check? . . . You’re perfect, marry me . . . Yeah, well I’m still picking out china patterns. Later.”
He stared down at her. “All you had to do was say it was serious.”
Ava gaped. “I did. In fact I think my exact words were, ‘Sam, this is serious. I’m desperate.’”
He shook his head, all don’t-give-me-that. “Uh-uh. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Every time you run out of Spicy Thai Kettle Chips, you swear up and down it’s an emergency, and we both know it isn’t that big a deal. You should have said it was Tony serious.”
Ava huffed but after an eye roll was willing enough to agree, because it looked like her best buddy was going to bail her out after all. “Fine. Sorry. I should have told you it was Tony serious.”
Not one to hold a grudge, Sam grinned. “I forgive you. So. What exactly do you need me
to do?”
Simple. “Pretend you love me.”