A sexy enemies-to-lovers standalone, rich with masquerades, billionaires and forbidden trysts! When the invitation arrived, it detailed the rules of the masquerade—no names, no identities. I set one more—find a most wicked man for one night, the kind who'll bring me deliciously naughty pleasure. But as the clock ticks to midnight, he finds me, whisks me away to a secret alcove, and delivers all that dirty bliss and then some, leaving me craving more. We make arrangements for another secret rendezvous. Only fate has other plans, since I run into him the next morning. Turns out the stranger at the ball is the billionaire owner of the hotel across the Strip from mine. My rival. My enemy. The last thing I'll do is let the brilliant, mercurial man who wants a piece of my business into my bed again. But when he throws down a daring, risqué bet. I have to decide if I want to raise the stakes. Or walk...

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely comes a second chance romance that'll make your heart feel good! I have a big plan for my career and it most certainly doesn't involve my ex. AKA my first love. It definitely doesn't entail working with him every day on a brand-new project for my jewelry line. And it absolutely doesn't include falling for the man all over again. But the trouble is, he's kind, charming and so darn smart. Not to mention easy on the eyes. And thoughtful, too. Also, he wants to get to know me again. To take me out for coffee, to chat on the phone, to go to museums. It's a dizzying, delicious courtship, but I don't know if my heart can handle this from the man who broke it to pieces once upon a time... Or am I willing to risk everything for a second chance at first love? Author's Note: Note: in 2013, I wrote CAUGHT UP IN US, and though it's no longer available for sale, the characters of Kat and...

Some men are just off-limits. Like, say, all the other football players in the league.... I have to stop replaying the one night I spent with my rival. Trouble is, that white-hot encounter with the other quarterback answered a lot of questions I've had about myself, but it also led me into this mess where he hates me. I never showed up for our second date. Since, well, life happened, and the worst part is he'll never know how much that night meant to me. But when I'm traded to his cross-town rivals, that's not the time to serve up my secrets to him either. My team's PR department wants to double down on our rivalry. I need to focus on football, not on my interest in men. Except, the more time I spend doing media appearances and charity events with the sexy, generous, popular guy, the hungrier I am to finish what we started. It's a bad idea to knock on his door late one night. I could lose everything. He's probably not even home....

I'm breaking up with set-ups. No more "can I introduce you to my son, nephew, grandson, the butcher, the guy down the street who mows my lawn." Machines know what's best, and I'll rely on the great dating algorithms of the web to find the ideal man, thank you very much.Soon enough, it looks like I've found him — his nickname is Lucky Suit, and he's hilarious, quick-witted and full of heart. But when I finally get together with him in person, I have the distinct feeling I've met him before. Turns out there's more to our meeting than I had thought, and when we discover what truly brought us together, all bets are off.

A sexy, scorching enemies-to-lovers romance! There are three words most men can't resist—I dare you. So as you can see, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I had no choice when my buddies said "I bet you can't get that brunette beauty to kiss you before the night ends." I proved them wrong, and oh how good it felt to be right when I swept the witty, quick-tongued woman into my arms and kissed the breath out of her at the party. But, I made a slight miscalculation. Turns out she's my brand new enemy. And soon I'm locked in a fierce battle of wits with my sexy-as-sin nemesis. I'm determined to show the whole city that my company is offering the best new path to romance, and she's dead-set on knocking me down. Publicly. It's the hottest game of one-upmanship I've ever played, punctuated by fiery kisses, dirty letters, and, after a heated argument, hate s-e-x. You know what they say. Keep your enemies...

I've been longing for the man for years. Wanting him in my private thoughts. Wishing we could be together. But we're too forbidden. So I'll take what I can get — one delicious night. One indulgent moment. Then I'll let him go. But fate has other plans for me.