Vi Keeland

Vi Keeland, auteure de bests-sellers no 1 au classement du New York Times, nous livre un nouveau roman int gral, torride et sexy. C' tait un lundi comme les autres. Jusqu' ce que le big boss me demande de faire une pr sentation pour un futur client. Apr s deux ans marcher sur des oeufs au travail cause de ma bourde, cette occasion de faire bonne impression devant les associ s tait une chance saisir. Ou du moins, je le croyais... Jusqu' ce que, en entrant dans la salle de r union, je heurte de plein fouet l'homme que je devais tenter de convaincre. Mon caf s'est renvers , mes dossiers ont d gringol sur le sol et j'ai failli perdre l' quilibre. Et encore, ce n' tait pas le pire. Parce que l'homme somptueux baiss devant moi, qui me regardait comme s'il voulait me d vorer vivante, n' tait autre que mon ex, Gray Westbrook. Un homme que j'avais enfin r ussi laisser derri re moi. Un homme que mon coeur m prisait... sans que mon corps n'ait re u l'information, apparemment. Un homme charismatique, s r de lui et follement sexy. Tour de force, j'ai r ussi effectuer ma pr sentation sans pr ter attention son regard intense. En revanche, j'ai chou lamentablement ignorer les propos salaces murmur s mon oreille, juste apr s. Mais enfin, il tait hors de question que je lui donne une autre chance, surtout maintenant qu'il tait l'un de nos clients... n'est-ce pas ?

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland. The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I'd received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city. Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts. I knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time. Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn't who I'd said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn't actually been addressed to me-it was sent to my ex-roommate who'd bounced a check for two months' rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding. Once caught, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might've plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail. Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block-but at least I'd escaped unscathed. Or so I thought. Until I realized I'd left my cell phone behind at the table. Take one guess who found it? This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it's only the tip of the iceberg.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland. The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I'd received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city. Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts. I knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time. Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn't who I'd said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn't actually been addressed to me-it was sent to my ex-roommate who'd bounced a check for two months' rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding. Once caught, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might've plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail. Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block-but at least I'd escaped unscathed. Or so I thought. Until I realized I'd left my cell phone behind at the table. Take one guess who found it? This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it's only the tip of the iceberg.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland. The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I'd received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city. Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts. I knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time. Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn't who I'd said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn't actually been addressed to me-it was sent to my ex-roommate who'd bounced a check for two months' rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding. Once caught, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might've plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail. Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block-but at least I'd escaped unscathed. Or so I thought. Until I realized I'd left my cell phone behind at the table. Take one guess who found it? This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it's only the tip of the iceberg.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland. The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I'd received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city. Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts. I knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time. Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn't who I'd said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn't actually been addressed to me-it was sent to my ex-roommate who'd bounced a check for two months' rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding. Once caught, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might've plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail. Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block-but at least I'd escaped unscathed. Or so I thought. Until I realized I'd left my cell phone behind at the table. Take one guess who found it? This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it's only the tip of the iceberg.

Bridzhit rabotaet medsestroj v bolnitse i odna vospityvaet malenkogo syna Brendana. Chtoby vyruchit pobolshe deneg, ona reshaet sdat odnu iz svoikh komnat novomu kollege - Sajmonu, vrachu-ordinatoru iz Anglii. Sajmon - nastojaschij krasavets, i Bridzhit nevolno uvlekaetsja im. No u nikh raznye tsennosti i vzgljady na zhizn. Bolee togo, posle ordinatury Sajmon otpravitsja na rodinu. Bridzhit ne stoit obraschat vnimanija na ego provokatsii. No bozhe moj, takogo muzhchinu prosto nevozmozhno ignorirovat.

From New York Times Bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a standalone holiday novella. Eggnog. Check. Roaring fire. Check. Hot romance book. Check Riley Kennedy's emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations...until they come face to face at the office holiday party. As luck would have it, Kennedy turns out to be outrageously handsome...though still a jerk. Yet somehow he's able to charm her out on the dance floor-and convince her to participate in his crazy scheme: he'll go home with Riley for a Christmas party and pretend to be her boyfriend, if Riley agrees to be his date to a wedding. It sounds easy enough. Little by little, however, the act they're putting on starts to feel like so much more than a Christmas pact-and Riley's about to learn there's more to Kennedy than she ever imagined.

From New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a love story about taking chances and the surprises that come with them. My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far. While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father. I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn’t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally. Like when I showed up on their doorstep.

Bennett Fox a d barqu dans ma vie par un lundi matin merdique. J' tais en retard pour le premier jour de mon nouveau boulot, un boulot pour lequel j'allais maintenant devoir me battre m me si j'avais d j travaill huit ans pour le remporter, cause d'une fusion inattendue. Alors que je trimballais mes affaires jusqu' mon nouveau bureau, j'ai re u un PV pour m' tre mal gar e. La polici re verbalisait tout un alignement de voitures, l'exception de l'Audi gar e devant moi, exactement la m me marque et le m me mod le que la mienne. Agac e, j'ai d cid de refiler mon PV la voiture qui avait chapp l'amende. Avec un peu de chance, le propri taire le paierait sans se douter de rien. L'ennui, c'est que j'ai accidentellement cass l'essuie-glace en glissant le papier sur le pare-brise de la voiture. S rieusement, ma journ e commen ait mal. Tout s'est arrang quand j'ai rencontr un homme magnifique dans l'ascenseur. Nous avons partag l'un de ces moments qui n'arrivent que dans les films. Vous voyez le genre... votre corps s'embrase, des feux d'artifice se d clenchent et l'air cr pite autour de vous. Sous son regard br lant, le temps que je sorte de l'ascenseur, j' tais toute rouge. Finalement, la journ e n' tait pas si mauvaise. C' tait ce que je croyais. Jusqu' ce que j'entre dans le bureau de mon nouveau patron et rencontre mon concurrent. Le beau sp cimen de l'ascenseur tait d sormais mon ennemi jur . Son regard n' tait pas br lant en raison d'une attirance mutuelle. C' tait parce qu'il m'avait vue vandaliser sa voiture. Et maintenant, il tait impatient d'an antir sa rivale. La limite est fine entre l'amour et la haine, et c'est un jeu dangereux. C'est une limite (ne pas) franchir... pourtant, ce serait tellement agr able de jouer un peu.

Bennett Fox a d barqu dans ma vie par un lundi matin merdique. J' tais en retard pour le premier jour de mon nouveau boulot, un boulot pour lequel j'allais maintenant devoir me battre m me si j'avais d j travaill huit ans pour le remporter, cause d'une fusion inattendue. Alors que je trimballais mes affaires jusqu' mon nouveau bureau, j'ai re u un PV pour m' tre mal gar e. La polici re verbalisait tout un alignement de voitures, l'exception de l'Audi gar e devant moi, exactement la m me marque et le m me mod le que la mienne. Agac e, j'ai d cid de refiler mon PV la voiture qui avait chapp l'amende. Avec un peu de chance, le propri taire le paierait sans se douter de rien. L'ennui, c'est que j'ai accidentellement cass l'essuie-glace en glissant le papier sur le pare-brise de la voiture. S rieusement, ma journ e commen ait mal. Tout s'est arrang quand j'ai rencontr un homme magnifique dans l'ascenseur. Nous avons partag l'un de ces moments qui n'arrivent que dans les films. Vous voyez le genre... votre corps s'embrase, des feux d'artifice se d clenchent et l'air cr pite autour de vous. Sous son regard br lant, le temps que je sorte de l'ascenseur, j' tais toute rouge. Finalement, la journ e n' tait pas si mauvaise. C' tait ce que je croyais. Jusqu' ce que j'entre dans le bureau de mon nouveau patron et rencontre mon concurrent. Le beau sp cimen de l'ascenseur tait d sormais mon ennemi jur . Son regard n' tait pas br lant en raison d'une attirance mutuelle. C' tait parce qu'il m'avait vue vandaliser sa voiture. Et maintenant, il tait impatient d'an antir sa rivale. La limite est fine entre l'amour et la haine, et c'est un jeu dangereux. C'est une limite (ne pas) franchir... pourtant, ce serait tellement agr able de jouer un peu.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland. The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar. Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born. Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather's wedding day-when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn't marry him because she was also in love with Weston's grandfather. The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other. Eventually, they all went their separate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history. Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding. And then Weston and I did, too. For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible. Until the day the woman who started the feud died-and unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share. Now I'm stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited. As usual, it didn't take long for us to be at each other's throats. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good. We were fire and ice. But that shouldn't be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland. The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar. Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born. Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather's wedding day-when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn't marry him because she was also in love with Weston's grandfather. The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other. Eventually, they all went their separate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history. Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding. And then Weston and I did, too. For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible. Until the day the woman who started the feud died-and unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share. Now I'm stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited. As usual, it didn't take long for us to be at each other's throats. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good. We were fire and ice. But that shouldn't be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.

Jack and Syd spent a week in paradise. It was only supposed to be a fling. But life can be funny sometimes, and circumstances brought them back together again. Together they seemed to have found their happy ever after. But when Sydney is offered a chance at the career she has always wanted, she must leave Jack behind to follow her dreams. Can their love survive long distance? Sydney's touring with a man every woman wants, but he only has eyes for Syd. And an unexpected tragedy leaves Jack feeling remorseful. Can the two find a way through to forever?