HE’S NOT MY TYPE, a steamy new friends/roommates-to-lovers, hockey romantic comedy from USA Today Bestselling Author, Meghan Quinn, is available now!

“Give me one night, Blakely. I’ll prove to you how much I deserve you…”

Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year.

You’re probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn’t.

It was my teammates.

The moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over.

Don’t wear a shirt around her.
Make her dinner.
Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye.

I’m so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me, that I lose control of the situation and make one huge mistake: I offer to be her fake date for a wedding so she can make her ex jealous.

That means, for one whole night I get a free pass with her. I get to hold her, dance with her, kiss her…stare at her from across the room like she’s my entire world because she has been for months now.

But when the night comes to an end, I’m faced with two options: bring her back to my bedroom and show her how I really feel, or let her walk away, succumbing to the fact that I very well might not be her type.

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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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HE’S NOT MY TYPE, a steamy new friends/roommates-to-lovers, hockey romantic comedy from USA Today Bestselling Author, Meghan Quinn, is coming November 28th!

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Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year… 

Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year.

You’re probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn’t.

It was my teammates.

The moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over.

Don’t wear a shirt around her.
Make her dinner.
Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye.

I’m so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me, that I lose control of the situation and make one huge mistake: I offer to be her fake date for a wedding so she can make her ex jealous.

That means, for one whole night I get a free pass with her. I get to hold her, dance with her, kiss her…stare at her from across the room like she’s my entire world because she has been for months now.

But when the night comes to an end, I’m faced with two options: bring her back to my bedroom and show her how I really feel, or let her walk away, succumbing to the fact that I very well might not be her type.

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EXCERPT:

“Heck, tonight is going to be rough without you though. Are you staying to watch?” Silas asks as he leans back on the bench.

“No, going to watch from my apartment. I actually asked Blakely to watch with me.”

He slowly turns his head and faces me. Whispering, he asks, “Did you tell Posey this?”

“No, why?”

“He’s going to be so freaking obnoxious that I don’t think I can bear him knowing.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“He’s seemed really chill in the Frozen Fellas group, but he’s been bragging up a storm in a separate text about how he’s the best matchmaker to ever walk the planet. Of course, Pacey let him have it last night and said he shouldn’t be celebrating while our center is laid up with a bad ankle. We haven’t heard from him since but if he knows you have a date planned—”

“It’s not a date.”

“Oh, he’ll call it that. Like man, he’s been insufferable. It’s almost as if he’s trying to avoid something in his life so he’s incessantly involving himself in ours.”

“That’s probably the case,” I say just as OC walks into the locker room.

“Oh crap, man, how are you doing?” he asks, coming up to me and taking a seat.

“Good. Slightly in pain, but just got done with treatment.”

“I can’t believe you rolled your ankle fighting over an air mattress.”

“Yeah.” I pull on my hair. “I need to come up with a better story, because it doesn’t sound great.”

“To me it does,” Silas says with a smirk.

“How was everything last night?” OC asks.

“Good.” I glance around the room. “Don’t say this to Posey, because his head might explode, but I shared my bed with Blakely last night. Nothing happened but this morning, she said it was the best night’s sleep she’s had in a while. She said it was probably because she felt comfortable sleeping next to me.”

“Dude.” Silas slaps my chest. “That’s huge.”

“She really said that to you?” OC asks.

“Yeah.” I can’t hide my smile. “It was the first sign I’ve gotten from her where I thought . . . maybe there could be something there.”

“There’s definitely something there and, now that you get to spend all of this time with her, Posey was right, this is the perfect chance to make your move,” Silas says.

“Yeah, I think it is, but I’m going to take it slow. Feel her out and then, maybe when the time is right, I’ll ask her out.”

OC shakes his head. “I swear, if this all works out and you end up marrying this girl, Posey will never, and I mean never let us live it down.” Crap, he’s right. But if I were to end up with Blakely, nothing would overpower the utter happiness I’d feel. I’d have my girl . . . something I still can’t even imagine.

“I think that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” I say.

About Meghan Quinn:

USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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MAKE-BELIEVE MATCH, an enemies-to-lovers, marriage-of-convenience, small-town romance from USA Today Bestselling Author, Melanie Harlow, is out now!

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If I’m not careful I could lose everything…my home, my dreams, and my heart.

Fall in love with my enemy? No way.

Marry him to save my family’s struggling ski resort? That’s a different story…

Getting hitched is the only way I can inherit Snowberry Lodge, and I’ll do anything to spare my childhood home from the wrecking ball-even wear Devlin Buckley’s ring on my finger.

Not that I’ll enjoy it.

Sure, he’s charming and handsome, and that no-last-names one night stand we shared ended with a fantastically big bang (I saw stars I hadn’t seen in six months, if you catch my drift).

But I’ll never trust him-he was working for the company trying to bulldoze my life.

Right up until the day he knocked on my door with an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Marry him, and he’ll help me restore my family’s crumbling resort to its former glory-and get revenge on his ex-boss in the process. Once our goals are achieved, we’ll go our separate ways.

It’s temporary. Strictly business. Purely for show.

Until I realize how much I like it when he says “my wife.”

Once we’re sharing a last name-and a bed-our make-believe match starts to feel a little too real.

And if I’m not careful I could lose everything…my home, my dreams, and my heart.

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EXCERPT:

Lexi

In the dark, I pictured him trying to stretch out on the couch, unable to extend his long legs all the way. The couch wasn’t that deep either. It was more for looks than comfort.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. This was stupid. The bed was enormous. We were married. It was obvious he wasn’t going to touch me without permission.

Which I was thinking about granting anyway.

“Devlin,” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You can sleep in the bed.”

“No, thanks.”

“What?” Outraged, I bolted upright. “You’re turning me down?”

“I’m respecting the rules.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Fine. Sleep on the couch. I don’t care.” Flopping back again, I frowned into the darkness.

“I mean, if you want me to sleep in the bed with you . . .”

“Never mind!”

“Listen, I’m not the one who made the rules. I’m not the one who accused you of being a scam artist. I’m just a guy trying to prove he can be trusted, and getting into bed with you without being explicitly asked seems like looking for trouble.”

I sighed loudly, pitting my pride against the orgasms he’d given me the night we met.

It was not a fair fight.

“I’m asking you to sleep in the bed with me,” I said quietly.

“What’s that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

I clenched my teeth and spoke louder. “I’m asking you to sleep in the bed with me.”

“That’s better.” He got off the couch and walked around to the far side. “So how do you feel about my pants?”

“Your pants?”

“Yes. I seem to recall a rule about not undressing in front of each other. But I’d rather not sleep in my pants. Could you maybe close your eyes?”

“Just take them off,” I said irritably. “I don’t care.”

He slipped them off while I pretended I wasn’t watching, pretended my heart wasn’t pounding, pretended my lady bits weren’t tingling with anticipation. Then he climbed into the bed, pulling the covers to his waist.

I turned onto my side, facing him. I scooted a little closer to the center of the bed.

He stayed right where he was, lying on his back.

At this point, I was seething. “You’re going to stay all the way over there?”

“Seems prudent. Unless you’d like to break another rule.”

My pulse quickened. “Which one did you have in mind?”

“Well, if I move any closer to you, I’ll definitely be tempted to kiss you, and since that falls under the no-sex rule umbrella, I suppose that’s the one I was thinking about.”

I stretched out one leg. My toes found his calf. “What if I said we could break that rule?”

“Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. I mean, it does seem a bit silly,” I said, my arm snaking across the few inches of remaining space between us. When I felt his torso, I moved my hand over his abdomen. The muscles tensed beneath my palm. “We’ve already done it.”

“That’s true,” he said. “And we weren’t even married then.”

“Exactly.” I tucked myself along his side, slid my hand lower on his hip—and stopped. “Wait, you’re naked already?”

“You watched me take off my pants.”

“I know, but it was dark. I thought you had underwear on.”

“I like to sleep naked.” Suddenly he flipped me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my shoulders. His cock pressed into my hip, thick and hard. “Just so I’m clear—all rules are out the window?”

“All except one.”

“And which one is that?”

“The one about the end date for the marriage. That rule stays in place.” I didn’t want there to be any confusion about that.

“So you mean, we can essentially enjoy no-strings-attached sex for a few months while we save your family’s resort and fuck over my former company?”

“Yes.”

“Well. You drive a hard bargain, Alexandra McIntyre, but I think I can agree to those terms.” He grinned. “Congratulations on closing the deal.”

“Buckley.”

“Huh?”

“Alexandra Buckley. We’re married, remember?”

“That’s right.” He lowered his lips to my ear. “And I hope you’re not tired, because I plan on fucking my wife all night long.”

My entire body trembled. “You do?”

“Yes. But first, I’m going to get her naked, put my hands on every inch of her skin, and make her come with my tongue.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “How does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing,” I panted.

“Good. Because you know what they say.” His lips hovered above mine. “Happy wife, happy life.”

About Melanie Harlow:

USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling author Melanie Harlow writes sweet, sexy, feel-good romance. She likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. If she’s not writing or reading, she’s probably at Orangetheory or watching Schitt’s Creek again. She lifts her glass to readers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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THE RULES OF DATING MY ONE-NIGHT STAND, a new opposites-attract romance from New York Times Bestselling Authors, Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland, is available now!

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Rule number one for having a one-night stand:  Don’t fall for the girl…

Rule number one for having a one-night stand: Don’t fall for the girl. 

After a lengthy dating slump, I finally met someone who sparked my interest. 

Well, first the sparks flew when we argued. Later in the evening those sparks ignited into something more.   

I was drawn to Devyn, in a way I hadn’t felt in a really long time. 

Needless to say, I was disappointed when she abruptly left after our amazing night together.  

I couldn’t stop thinking about her. But she hadn’t even given me her number. 

In a city with eight-million people, I figured I’d never see Devyn again. 

So imagine my surprise when I knocked on the door of an apartment in the building I lived in, and none other than my one-night stand stood on the other side. 

If I thought Devyn didn’t want anything to do with me before, that was nothing compared to how she felt after finding out I was the landlord and she was about to be evicted… 

And that was just the first surprise that would rock my world when it came to the mystery woman in apartment 410. 

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EXCERPT:

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Were you jealous that I was out with another woman?”

Devyn looked away. “No.”

My lip twitched. “No, huh?”

“I wasn’t jealous.”

It was difficult to keep a straight face, because she was so clearly full of sh$t. But…if she wasn’t jealous, a few details wouldn’t bother her, right?

I sipped my wine and watched Devyn’s face. “Tarryn asked if I wanted to take her back to my place.”

Her eyes narrowed. “That’s nice.”

“We’ve had sex before. So I don’t think she wanted to sit on the couch and watch TV.”

Devyn’s face flushed red.

I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see her get pissed—admit she was damn jealous.

“Yeah, that Tarryn’s a real wild woman in bed. Last time she visited, we broke a lamp. Knocked it right off the end table from the bed bouncing around so much.”

I watched the muscle flex in her cheek, the same cheek that was turning a lovely shade of crimson. Yet she still wouldn’t look at me.

“Devyn?”

Her lips pursed as she stared straight ahead.

“Devyn?” I said louder.

“What?”

“Look at me.”

Her head whipped to face me, and she stared with daggers in her eyes.

I smiled. “It wouldn’t bother you if I…fu¢ked Tarryn?”

That did it.

She broke.

But she didn’t yell at me like I expected.

Not at all.

Instead, she smashed her lips against mine.

It caught me so off guard that I took a few seconds to catch up. By the time I did, Devyn was hoisting herself over, climbing me like a freaking tree.

Fu¢k yeah.

This.

This was the chemistry we’d had from the very start.

I grabbed her a$s with one hand, lifting her higher, and guided her legs around my waist, so lost in the moment that nothing existed in the world except this kiss.

Which was probably why I didn’t hear the door open…

A REAL GOOD BAD THING, an enemies-to-lovers treasure hunt romantic comedy from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Lauren Blakely is available now!

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I’m not just sleeping with my very irresistible enemy.

I’m starting to give her my heart…

Enemies turn to lovers, but can they trust each other as they chase the same prize? A sexy romantic comedy adventure from #1 NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely…

I live my life by three simple rules. Don’t mix business with pleasure. Always work solo. And family comes first.

But when I head to the tropics for a quick job and meet a fiery woman who makes my pulse roar, I can’t resist bending the first rule for her.

Trouble is, after we spend a scorching night together on the beach, I discover she’s my new enemy. The quick-witted and clever beauty is on a treasure hunt for the same damn prize – beating me in a race to find millions in stolen diamonds.

See you later, sexy stranger.

Too bad I keep bumping into my gorgeous rival all over this tropical paradise as we chase clues.

Maybe it’s better to partner up. But, the more time we spend together sneaking into nightclubs and art galleries, the harder it is to keep my hands off her. And soon, I’m not just sleeping with my very irresistible enemy.

I’m starting to give her my heart.

That breaks my biggest rule of all. Don’t ever fall in love. Because it always screws you over.

*Note: A Real Good Bad Thing will be entirely new to most of you! Some of you might have read an older series of mine called The Jewel series (now off sale). That two-book storyline serves as the source material for this new story, which has been changed to 1st person, and turned into a standalone, with all new dialogue, motivations, setting and so on! But if there’s a touch of the familiar to some of you that’s why!

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EXCERPT:

When we reached the sand, I raised the glass and took a sip, hoping to tempt him with my groan of delight. “Mmm…” I wagged the glass, teasing, “You know you want it.”

“Now I do,” he said, low and smoky.

I bobbed a shoulder in a coquettish shrug. “See? I knew I could win you over.”

“It’s not the drink that’s doing that, sweetheart.”

My stomach flipped, and I wanted more of those sensations. It had been so long, and I missed this unadulterated feeling of flirting, of giving in, of just feeling good.

We picked a pair of lounge chairs as far from the pool as we could find. I indulged in another sip, murmuring my praise once again. “How can you resist pineapple and coconut?”

With a smirk, he lifted his beer bottle and took a pull. But he said nothing. So stoic.

I wasn’t. I took another sip.

“Fine. I’ll try it now,” he said.

“Finally!” I handed the glass to him. But instead of drinking, he set it down on a little table between our lounge chairs. He put his beer bottle there too. I lifted an eyebrow in question.

Then he leaned in and kissed me gently.

Yes.

Oh yes.

It was a slow, lingering, delicious kiss that made my head swim. He swept his tongue against my top lip, gently flicking it along the corner of my mouth. I parted for him, letting him taste the drink on me. Then he pulled back with an appreciative groan.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“I might need another taste to know for sure,” he said in a rumble.

I grabbed the drink and took another sip. “Try it again.”

He patted a spot on the lounge chair next to him. “Come here.”

The thrill of kissing in the dark on the beach all alone whipped through me. I looked around, confirmed that nobody was nearby, then obeyed. I slid next to him on his lounge chair. It wasn’t really big enough for two people, but that was the point—being so deliciously close.

He cupped my cheek and kissed me again. Thorough. Deep. Confident. A man who knew what he wanted. And I was a woman who wanted him.

A woman who wanted to be kissed by him, deeply and passionately.

I moved closer, pressing against his chest.

“Yes, your drink is very, very good,” he said between kisses, then returned to my mouth.

He spent a good long time kissing me till I was boneless and extremely wet. I pressed against him, seeking contact and…Oh, that was nice. The ridge of his erection against my stomach. He was ridiculously hard, and the evidence of his arousal turned me on even more. I half wanted to invite him into my room and let him just take me all night long. But I wasn’t quite ready for that.

I was definitely ready for more than kissing though. I pushed his shoulders down, climbing over him and straddling him.

With a groan, he rumbled, “Use me, sweetheart, however you want.”

About Lauren Blakely:

A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s sweet, sexy and witty. She also writes USA Today bestselling LGBTQ romance.

With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, with more than 65 titles on the USA Today Bestsellers list alone. She’s sold more than 5 million books. A Brown University graduate, Lauren likes dogs, cake and show tunes and is the vegetarian at your dinner party.

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HE’S NOT MY TYPE, a steamy new friends/roommates-to-lovers, hockey romantic comedy from USA Today Bestselling Author, Meghan Quinn, is coming November 28th! Check out this cover, and scroll down for a sneak peek!

Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year… 

Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year.

You’re probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn’t.

It was my teammates.

The moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over.

Don’t wear a shirt around her.
Make her dinner.
Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye.

I’m so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me, that I lose control of the situation and make one huge mistake: I offer to be her fake date for a wedding so she can make her ex jealous.

That means, for one whole night I get a free pass with her. I get to hold her, dance with her, kiss her…stare at her from across the room like she’s my entire world because she has been for months now.

But when the night comes to an end, I’m faced with two options: bring her back to my bedroom and show her how I really feel, or let her walk away, succumbing to the fact that I very well might not be her type.

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EXCERPT:

When I see the office door is open, I steel my nerves and knock on the wood while poking my head in.

She’s sitting at her desk, staring into space so my knock startles her. “Oh, Halsey,” she says, making eye contact. “What are you doing here?”

I step into her office. “Uh, I thought you might need a new phone.” I walk up to her desk and place it on the glass surface.

“Seriously?” she asks, looking stunned. “You got me a phone?”

I pull on the back of my neck while holding the donuts, starting to feel even more foolish from her reaction. “Well, I assumed you might need one for the game tonight and everything. You just need to insert your SIM card. I didn’t know what case you’d like so I just grabbed this,” I say while pulling a purple case from my back pocket. “Apparently it doesn’t slip from hands easily. And there’s a screen protector already installed on it as well. The purple is for the Agitators, but feel free to change it.”

She stares at the phone and the case for a few seconds before looking up at me.

“If you don’t like it or if it’s wrong, I can take it back. I have time, so I can make the trip.”

She shakes her head. “No, sorry, I love it, I’m just . . . stunned, is all. This was so nice of you. Thank you, Halsey.”

“Oh sure.” I set the donuts down as well. “And these are because you said you needed a donut. Not sure if you were able to pick one up or not.”

She offers me that beautiful smile, which makes me so goddamn weak that I grip the chair in front of me so I don’t make a fool of myself.

“I wasn’t able to grab a donut, so you just made my day.”

“Well, I felt bad, so . . . hope your day goes better.”

She stands from her desk and rounds it, coming right up to me. Unsure what she’s about to do, I just stare at her as she loops her arms around me and pulls me into a hug.

A warm, genuine hug.

I’m quite stiff at first, but after one second of feeling her around me, my arms immediately circle her, and my head leans in, taking in the sweet scent of her shampoo—it’s like a field of flowers.

“Thank you so much, Halsey. I appreciate it.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” I say as she pulls away. My fingers drag along her slender back before I let go.

Those beautiful eyes stare up at me as she says, “It’s been an insane day, and I’m not sure I even apologized for flashing you. Did I? I blacked out. I know I spoke of a loincloth. Honestly, it wasn’t my best moment.” She flips open the donut box and pulls one out. She then takes a giant bite before letting her head fall back while she moans in delight.

Oh man, I’m a goner . . .

About Meghan Quinn:

USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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THE RULES OF DATING MY ONE-NIGHT STAND, a new opposites-attract romance from New York Times Bestselling Authors, Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland, is available now!

Rule number one for having a one-night stand:  Don’t fall for the girl…

Rule number one for having a one-night stand: Don’t fall for the girl. 

After a lengthy dating slump, I finally met someone who sparked my interest. 

Well, first the sparks flew when we argued. Later in the evening those sparks ignited into something more.   

I was drawn to Devyn, in a way I hadn’t felt in a really long time. 

Needless to say, I was disappointed when she abruptly left after our amazing night together.  

I couldn’t stop thinking about her. But she hadn’t even given me her number. 

In a city with eight-million people, I figured I’d never see Devyn again. 

So imagine my surprise when I knocked on the door of an apartment in the building I lived in, and none other than my one-night stand stood on the other side. 

If I thought Devyn didn’t want anything to do with me before, that was nothing compared to how she felt after finding out I was the landlord and she was about to be evicted… 

And that was just the first surprise that would rock my world when it came to the mystery woman in apartment 410. 

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