"Romance is dead, and that’s fine by me. After all, I’m in the business of heartbreak, and it’s booming."
As one of Seattle’s top divorce attorney’s, I’m climbing my way up the corporate food chain one broken heart at a time.
Lavish parties – checkHot dates – double checkNo strings attached – wouldn’t have it any other way
Being a notorious heartbreaker has its perks. Until one too many drinks and a ring on my left hand changes everything.
If only I stayed in.If only I stopped after the third shot.If only I said truth instead of dare.

"Nothing draws a good girl like a bad boy, and I like the worst of them."
My life is perfect. At least, in my books and in my head it is. Reality, not so much.
As a best-selling romance author, I expected more bulging biceps, hot dates, and happily ever afters. Instead, I’m faced with a revolving door of deadbeat boyfriends, swiping misfortunes, and failed relationships.
So, of course the universe would send me pain-in-the-ass Carson Calloway in a moment like this—Mr. Sexy, Scandalous Crime Writer—not to mention, my childhood best friend who stomped all over my teenage heart and left it for dead ten years ago.
What was supposed to be a week-long writing retreat to reignite my passion on the pages, is starting to feel like a massive game of chicken.
I know better than to trust Carson’s wicked smiles.I know better than to give second chances.I know better than to fall for the bad boy…. again.
But no one loves fixing a broken man like I do. And Carson knows all the secrets to drawing out this good girl’s bad behavior.
(18+ due to mature content)

"They say you always want what you can’t have. He has it all. Except her."
If anyone can pair a player with his soulmate, it’s me.Kennedy James, matchmaker elite.Turning pumpkins into six carat diamond rings and rich jerks into prince charming.Love is my business, and I’m damn good at selling it.
Until I meet him.
His expensive suit should have been my first warning.His wicked green eyes and panty dropping smile, my second.A good cupid knows when to trust her gut.And he had me feeling very, very bad.

To the rest of the world, Rome Moreno is the Riff King. An icon, a Rock God. When I met him, he mistook me for a stripper and asked me to ride his lap. So consider me unimpressed.
I didn’t mean for him to take that as a challenge…
There’s no place for a tattooed hunk of trouble like him in the regimented life of a world-class dance princess. My days run on a carefully timed clock – where I go, when I practice, what I eat. I sold my soul to the devil to pay for my dreams, and I’ve accepted it.
But one taste of forbidden fruit can do the most destructive things. Especially when I discover Rome's scars go a lot deeper than his tattoo ink.
I honestly believed that if they already owned my existence, it meant I had nothing left to lose.
I was wrong.

If I’m looking for trouble, I don’t need a rock star like Noah Hayes to find it. I play the bad girl well enough on my own.
While millions of people might idolize these so-called Rock Gods, I party with them on a daily basis. I know the truth. They’re just as flawed and damaged as the rest of us. So, while Noah’s charms may work on his many groupies, I’m immune.
But ever since Noah first laid eyes on me, it’s been his life mission to get a taste. And what he lacks in discretion, he makes up for in determination. Only, I’m stubborn, I’m angry, and I’m broken in ways he'll never know or understand.
Noah says he's willing to wait for me forever. What he doesn’t realize, is he just might have to.

I know better than to get involved with celebrities. Especially a Rock God like Sebastian Kane. A man who knows how to make the ladies scream, as evidenced by the leak of his recent sex tape.
Which leads to my problem... I'm the girl in the video with him.
Grief will make you do crazy things. After all, I'm the smart girl, the good girl, not the rebel.
But now I'm face to face with the one man I was never supposed to see again. A man with a gorgeous dark smile and even darker secrets.
They say hindsight is 20/20.And that's the problem with rock stars.They make bad decisions so damn irresistible, right before they break your heart.