It's a fine line between lust and obsession… Lately, I’ve been full of questions. Then one hot summer night I find all the answers when I kiss another guy for the first time. But all too soon, he disappears, leaving me wondering who my mystery man was. Then I can’t stop thinking about him. Even on the ball field, I’m daydreaming about his hungry hands, and the filthy things he whispered in his posh British accent. Somehow I still win one of the biggest games of my career, and afterward the man surprises me with an invitation: “Meet me in a private suite.” When I RSVP, he makes me an offer – one chance to try all the things I’ve never experienced. Then we’ll walk away. But once will never be enough. Soon I’m locked into an intense lessons-in-seduction game with the secretive billionaire who keeps love at a distance, all while he pushes the boundaries of my brand new desires. And soon I learn that all my desires come with a terrible cost, as he breaks down the walls around my heart. A Very Filthy Game is a lessons-in-seduction, first times, forbidden MM romance between a billionaire and an athlete...

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely comes a sexy, emotional and deliciously addictive trilogy... Let me tell you everything I know about love... Love is a lie, a game, a chase. And most of all – it's a battle every man and woman must fight for themselves. I don't trust love for a second. Until I meet Trey. He's just like me – dangerous, scarred, and keeping secrets that might be darker than mine. And I can't seem to stay away from him even though I've promised to. How can this be the start of something when tomorrow it has to end? The Start of Us is the first novel in the No Regrets Trilogy.

When a scorching hot one-night stand turns into a deliciously forbidden office romance... My first evening in London feels like kismet when I bump into a charming, book-loving Englishman, and by the end of the night, he's making me see stars. I'm floating when we make plans to meet again. Then fate decides to pull a fast one on me. Turns out my smoldering new lover is my red-hot competition, and we're vying for the same promotion at the elite auction house I crossed an ocean for. If that's not enough, the hottie and I are forced to work together on a brand new collection. Every. Single. Tempting. Day. What's an American woman in London to do? Staying far, far away would be the safe choice, especially when I learn about his past and how it mirrors mine. But I don't always play it safe with my heart... Contents Include: A grumpy/sunshine office romance, secret gardens,...

Look, I had a rough week at work. So I put on a bikini and escape to the beach, where I wind up rescuing the city's hot new quarterback from a rogue paddleboard, and then he rescues me that night from a s-e-x drought. Hello O-Town. Nice to see you! The charmer with the magic hands wants another date too, and I say yes so fast. But the thing is I'm the team lawyer for The Mercenaries. And the morning after the sexiest night of my life, I find out the guy I plan to see again was just traded to our team. Dating the brand spanking new star quarterback? Off-limits. Especially when my boss blindsides me with this twist – I'm in charge of managing his reputation. I really shouldn't invite him over late tonight then. Truly, I shouldn't... Contents include: sex hacks, text snafus, bedroom dares, major league dirty talking, and twists you won't see coming in this sexy sports romance.

Lucas Xavier is the last person I want to spend 24 hours with, let alone two minutes. Exes are exes for a reason. In his case, for a million reasons. Because he's not only an ex-lover, he's also an ex-friend. We didn't just break up - we combusted in a spectacular bonfire of barbs and doors slammed. Nothing will change that. Not his clever wit, not his ridiculous good looks, not his unfair levels of charm. And definitely not a wild dash through the city that takes us on an accidental scavenger hunt through our past, where we stop for a tango lesson, pancakes and a visit with some llamas. And certainly not time together to make amends and say we're sorry. But, let's say that was enough...it's not like you can fall in love in 24 hours. Or can you?

Raise your hand if you've ever done this. Written a racy message and sent it to—oops—the wrong person. Yeah, me too. Except, I sent my latest Tales of a Naughty Virgin column detailing my fantasies about my hot, charming, thoroughly bangable next-door-neighbor to...MY ENTIRE COMPANY. Did I mention I'm a children's book editor? Well, I was. *Facepalm* At least the column goes viral, but I'm still the gal who gets fired for her not-safe-for-work thoughts about the so-called "Mister Sexy Pants." Now I need a job stat, so I jump on the first opportunity. And I come face to face with my new boss. Mister Sexy Pants himself. Item number one on my to-do list? Make sure my boss never finds out his alter ego...since all of New York knows I want Mister Sexy Pants to punch my virgin club card. Contents Include: A sexy and clever romp of an MF, dual-POV, mistaken identity romantic comedy, complete with dating...