Escape into a sexy, feel-good vacation romance with a twist! How to survive a break up — swear off men for a year. How to celebrate a successful year long man cleanse — treat myself to a solo tropical vacation. It's me time on my single-versary, so you'll find me snorkeling, sight-seeing, and zip lining by the sea. No man companions needed, thank you very much. Until the hot, hunky and charming adventure tour guide shows up at surfboard yoga. And Caleb's got me thinking about new uses for downward facing dog. But indulging in an island fling that'll surely put me on the path to heartbreak again is definitely not on the my single-versary agenda. At least, it shouldn't be on the agenda.

A best-friends-to-lovers, second chance, only-one-bed-in-the room romance! How to resist sleeping with your best friend when you're stuck in a hotel room with the charming, glasses-wearing hottie. One. Slather your face in a grapefruit mask Two. Wear a big, fluffy robe Three. Make him do the same. Oops. Too bad our libidos have other plans. But after a night of epic, soul-shattering banging, I'll have to wrestle the sex genie back into the bottle the next morning when I get the big news. Nolan and I just landed a once-in-a-lifetime for our scrappy online restaurant review show. We're going to New York for a month and we'll be together in a hotel all the time. I've already lost my best friend once, so I'll do whatever it takes to resist thoroughly delicious Nolan again. Until I learn whatever it takes might cost me everything. ...

There is no rule in the Man Code as unbreakable as this: no matter how beautiful, smart, clever, and witty she is, do not—under any circumstances—fall in love with your best friend's woman. Yeah. So there's that. Look, it's not like I didn't know I screwed up by falling for her. Also, for the record, unrequited love sucks big time. And, I might have cut myself some slack by now, given everything that went down in the last few years, but Lulu just walked back into my life in a big way. *** There are three things I've never been able to resist—my friends, my family, and chocolate. Leo Hennessy? He was nowhere on that list. He's been a true friend—a friend who walked through hell and back with me. Now, I'm stepping into my new future. I didn't expect it to include a riddle-filled, race-against-the-clock scavenger hunt across New York City. With Leo. Suddenly, I'm looking at...

A sexy, swoony falling-for-the-neighbor standalone romance from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely! Just my luck - my new next door neighbor is a unicorn. Yep, the British hottie is clearly a mythical man because - get this - he's a sexy, witty, charming, big-hearted single dad. Who, wait for it, wants to find Mrs. Right and get hitched. He's a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of man, and it's a darn shame I'm not on the market. If I were, his accent alone would melt me. Add in the fact that he's a veterinarian, and my animal-loving heart would be flip flopping. But my heart's on the mend. I'm a single parent like him, and raising my teenage daughter is my top priority. Plus, falling for a guy who shares your property line is a line you shouldn't cross. Still, I'm an outgoing gal, so I do the neighborly thing and offer to be his dating insider. Surely, I can help this small town's most eligible bachelor ever navigate his way...

$2.99 preorder special! Price goes up on release day! A sexy, passionate, utterly addictive, roomies-to-lovers MM romance from #1 NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely! Look, when I met the sexy, witty Brit on the streets of London last night, I had no idea who he was. He was just that hot guy I wanted to have a drink with so I asked him out for my first evening in town. One thing almost led to another. After a midnight kiss, we made plans for a whole lot more the next day. But when I unlock the door to my rental in the morning, the English hottie is lounging on the couch like he lives here too. Great. For the next year I'll be sharing a tiny flat with the sexiest guy I've ever known. Time for a few simple rules — don't walk around the flat wearing only a towel, don't spend our nights together exploring London, and don't crack open my secrets for him. Even as I smash all those rules, I try to resist...

A virgin, an athlete, a fake romance...and only one bed in the hotel room. Following rules shot me to the top of my game as an all-star baseball player, and the golden rule is this — don't hookup with your teammate's sister. But ask her to be your fake date when you desperately need one for a family wedding? Nothing in the guy code against that. Plus, the flirty, feisty Sierra's my friend too, so why the hell not pretend we're madly in lust for two days in Hawaii? No hardship in a make believe kiss here, a fake smooch there, as long as we don't cross any dangerous lines. Then, the hotel books us into the same suite. Which means she's showering near me, putting on itty bitty bikinis in the same room, sliding into that king-size bed wearing only a black lace cami. But I resist...until the night she tells me she's been waiting for me to be her first. And there's nothing fake about my desire to say yes, even though...

A delicious new novel featuring a strong, protective bodyguard and the beautiful, brilliant hotel heiress he protects... I shouldn't want my bodyguard the way I do. His job is to protect me. It's not to fulfill all my nighttime wishes. And so I resist him, fighting the enticing pull of the powerful man who watches over me. Until the night we combust in my penthouse suite. It won't happen again, we say the next day. Besides, my mission is singular — pull off the event of a lifetime — a one-night only concert with one of the world's biggest rock stars. A man my bodyguard happens to know. And a good bodyguard knows all sorts of things about his client. Turns out he knows my secret wishes, and he wants to make them come true. Including a VIP engagement so I can experience both men at the same time... I want to say yes, but what if I fall even more in love with the man whose mission is to keep me safe? One Night Only is a...

The second the test-the-sexy-scenes offer landed in my lap, I said yes. After all, I've been damn curious about a few things I've read in romance novels. Do buttons truly go flying across the floor when you rip off a guy's shirt? Is staircase sex hella hot or does it leave you with a big old bruise mark on your back? And don't even get me started on all that panty shredding, and whether it even works. Time to find out as I embark on Project Sexy Scenes Research, at the request of my hotshot book editor bestie. All I need is a willing scene partner. Enter Tristan, my best guy friend. The witty, tell-it-like-it-is, bearded hottie volunteers for the experiment. He's also the guy who gave me the most devastating, toe-curling kiss of my life ten years ago. But nothing has happened since then. And nothing will come between my panties and our friendship now since we have a plan to keep it PG. But once the buttons...