Bad Hookup

She’d always been a good girl.

Except when it came to him.

She’d done all the “bad girl” things with him, and they had been glorious.

Until he’d vanished the next morning.

No note. No exchanged numbers. She hadn’t even known his name…

Until she’d walked into her office and found out she had to work with him. Side by side. Every single day with Sebastian Henley—the sexy, gorgeous, irresistible, disappearing man from that night.

And the worst part?

He still made her want to do bad, bad things.

Bad Divorce

He was back.

With the news that their divorce had never been finalized.

As in she was still freaking married.

And worse? Luke was determined to prove that ending their short-lived marriage had been a mistake.

Well, for Bec, one broken heart was enough, and she wasn’t in the market to give Luke another chance at shattering her all over again.

He needed to sign the divorce papers and leave her to her life.

Only…Luke wouldn’t sign.

And maybe…she didn’t want to either.

Bad Fiancé

Sera used to believe in happily ever afters.

Now she knew they weren’t for her.

For Seraphina Delgado, finding a man who loved her for who she was inside, rather than simply appreciating her outward appearance, had proved to be impossible.

Until Tate.

He was more interested in software than her cup size. He didn’t care about her looks or her boobs, only her abilities as a real estate agent.

But then he showed up in her office with a crazy proposition.

One so crazy, it almost made sense.

He wanted them to get married.

Even crazier? She said yes.

Bad Text: A never before released novella

It came in the middle of the night.

Totally her fault, as she should have had her phone on Do Not Disturb. But she hadn’t, and that buzz-buzz had woken her. Then she’d seen the picture and…wow. She couldn’t let that pass her by. She’d just had to respond and then had stayed up texting back and forth with the man who’d had the great abs and the spectacular di—

Cough.

Sense of humor. She meant the spectacular sense of humor.

But as the sun had risen and as she’d had to force her bleary self out of bed, she’d set the text chain aside and gotten on with her day.

Until she’d walked out of her apartment, turned toward the elevator, and saw…

Him.