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Between his charming smile, sexy British accent, and swoon-worthy moments with his son, he's everything I need to stay away from. Loomis doesn't do love or relationships, and I have a penchant for falling fast and hard for the wrong men. But with every searing kiss and sheet-clutching encounter, I'm finding it harder and harder to remember that what we have is fake.

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A forbidden addiction I knew better than to touch. I was escaping my life, stuck at a crossroads, and needing some clarity. She was on the run, hiding from the press and the world after everything crumbled around her. It wasn't planned, but we were inevitable like a runaway train. We couldn't stop it even if we tried. For ten days, she was mine. But now everything is back to normal. I'm a doctor, she's a Hollywood princess, and lucky for me, our paths rarely cross. That is until her dark past comes roaring back and she needs my help.

Seven years ago, I confessed my darkest secret to my brother's girlfriend. When she broke up with him and walked out of our lives, she took my secret with her. But, with my band set to go on tour, I have a problem. I need a nanny for my autistic daughter. And unfortunately, Viola Starr, my brother's ex, is the perfect fit.

My brother's best friend should have come with a warning label. The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated cliche. The star quarterback to my loner art geek. I fell, and I fell hard. A decade and a lifetime later, he's back. Only instead of being the star jock, he's now a surgeon. As if all that isn't bad enough, he has it in his determined, arrogant head that we should pick up where we left off. But this time, it'll take more than devouring looks and the rush of his touch to temp me back into his bed. And my heart? Not an option.

I have a certain set of rules I try to live by. Rules that have always served me well. Until now...Rule one: Don't have sex with someone you work with. Rule two: Don't have sex with your friend's ex-boyfriend. Rule three: Don't have sex with your best friend who also happens to be the same ex-boyfriend of your friend. Rule four: Don't ever, under any circumstances, fall in love with your best friend. I guess it's safe to say, I officially broke all four of my rules.

I let her slip through my fingers—No, that's a lie. I was reckless and pushed her away. I was never supposed to fall for her . . . my tutor, my best friend. My fantasy. I tried to stay away. I failed. Then we graduated and everything changed. All I needed was a step back, a moment to breathe. But by the time I came up for air, she was in the arms of another man. Four years later, everything is different. And when I see her again, I remember why I should have never let her go in the first place.

It starts out as a bet....A way to forget about my latest in a string of bad relationships and move on. I know it's a mistake. Especially when I have a terrible knack for picking the wrong men. Then I see him. The gorgeous man in the dark suit, drowning his sorrows in a glass of scotch is only supposed to be one night of fun. No strings. Zero expectations. No one gets hurt. And when I wake up alone the next morning, it appears I've gotten everything I was after. That is until I find the shiny gold cuff links he left behind. Oh, and discover that he's my new boss.

Picture this: You just won the Super Bowl. You’re out on the town celebrating with your teammates and best friends. And the cherry on top? You meet the sexiest woman you’ve ever seen. Best. Night. Ever. That is until things get going and you discover you’re suffering from a first-ever case of...performance issues. Before you can even get a fix on your problem, poof, she’s gone, and that’s the end of that.

Aurelia Whitlock is an ex-stepsister I forgot long ago. Until she shows up as a design intern at my fashion company. And that's the easy part. The part where she heats my blood, drawing me away from my grumpy, miserable side is another. She has no business being here. The more I learn about how she got this job, the more perilous things become for me and my company. I can't trust her. I can't fire her. And I can't claim her full lips with mine.

From USA Today bestselling author J. Saman comes a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers, marriage of convenience, forced proximity standalone romance about a broody, silent hacker and the irresistibly forbidden woman he can't stay away from.

In the hospital, death always comes in threes. Apparently, so do mistakes. Mistake number one? My fiancé, who I just learned is cheating on me. Mistake number two? Knocking on the wrong door. The door I thought still belonged to my best friend now belongs to his older brother, my obnoxious, overly cocky, gorgeous-as-sin attending physician, Carter Fritz. Then mistake number three comes along...and I'm staring down at a stick with two pink lines.

In my defense, I had no clue the gorgeous guy I had a wildly steamy night with was my brother's best friend. Or the single dad of the little girl I was about to nanny. I hadn't seen Dr. Owen Fritz since I was twelve and he was twenty-four, but even back then, I didn't care much about him. He was doing his billionaire, master-of-the-universe, medical school thing, and I was too into art and books to notice anyone. Now he's cold and broody, but he doesn't scare me the way he does everyone else. He's been scarred, but I've been scarred worse.

Running out on my wedding and throwing myself onto his car to get away from my cheating ex is not how I thought I’d see Kaplan Fritz again. Which is probably why I didn’t recognize him until I ran into his mother shortly after. A hell of a morning and a bottle of champagne later and I’m accepting a job I likely shouldn't—working for his family’s foundation as their new executive assistant.

A baby of convenience with my new boss? Not exactly what I had in mind when I decided I wanted to try to get pregnant. But that’s exactly the situation I find myself in with Dr. Bennett Lawson. The ridiculously gorgeous, broody billionaire I kissed years ago is asking to have a baby with me. We both have our reasons for wanting this and with our ugly pasts, it’s an undeniably convenient arrangement. No love. No relationship. Strictly business.

After the nightmare I just ran from, those details should have made him the perfect storm of "do not touch". Except I didn’t know any of this—other than the attractive part—when I met him. Our story started on a lie. He pretended to be someone else, and I didn't ask a lot of questions. Nor did I try to stop him when he snuck out of my hotel room in the wee hours of the morning. I was determined to start my new life on an uptick and a wild one-night with a hot stranger felt like just the ticket.

The last thing I expected when I ran out on my wedding was to wake up in Vegas married to Mason Reyes, the cocky, gorgeous, and much younger NFL quarterback for the Boston Rebels. I've always been a smart, responsible doctor. The good girl. And yet here I am with a drunken photo of our nuptials leaked and spreading like wildfire. Considering my ex is his former teammate, it's as bad as it gets.

I met him on my last New Year's Eve in New York. Sparks flew. Madness ensued. And after the hottest night of my life, I ran out on him. Three years later, he and I come face-to-face again.

I slept with someone I shouldn’t have. One moment I was saving her from the clingy jerk at the bar, and the next I was making her an offer. No strings, no last names, just a wild night neither of us would forget. Until she walked into my classroom Monday morning. As my med student. Which officially makes her off-limits.

I've been dreading this for a year. Okay, that's a lie. I've been dreading this reunion since we graduated high school 10 years ago. So why am I here, standing outside the door like the eternal wallflower I am? I'd say it's because my younger sister browbeat me into it, but the truth is, I'm tired of being a nobody. Of never taking a risk with myself and my life. And...well...maybe I'm also hoping to see him. The tall, insanely gorgeous man walking my way now. Oliver Fritz is regarded as one of Boston's sexiest doctors. I know him as the former god of our school.