Paper Cuts

In the Wakemont family, it's tradition to arrange a marriage before the ink is dry on your birth certificate. I was five hours old when my father promised me to the son of a man with "more money than God." As we grew older, my future groom and I were encouraged to exchange "love letters" to get better acquainted-except the correspondence he sent read more like hate mail. Slade Delacorte hated the arrangement. But more than that, he hated me. He was moody, intense, arrogant, and darkly gorgeous. A villain-not a prince. The last man on earth I'd ever marry (if I had the choice). On my 24th birthday, we exchanged vows in front of six hundred guests who had no idea we weren't every bit the blissful couple we pretended to be. But as we began our new life together, I soon learned there was only one thing worse than marrying the man I'd hated my entire life: falling in love with him.

Alec Mansfield haunts my memories like a cruel specter. In high school, he was my tormentor and the bane of my existence. When he wasn't defying authority alongside my older brothers, he was sabotaging my dates and sending me "anonymous" messages signed "yours cruelly." Alec was merciless, an emerald-eyed devil spending his daddy's money and wreaking havoc over our hometown of Sapphire Shores like he owned the place. But mostly, he hated that I didn't fawn over him like all the other girls did. It's been ten years since he left town. But now he's back, working as an ER doctor at the local hospital, and in a strange twist of fate, we match on a dating app. I agree to meet up, but only because I want to tell him off for making my life a living hell all those years ago. But a few beers, one tequila shot, and a shared Uber later, I find myself about to have scorching-hot hate sex with my sworn nemesis. I leave the next morning, slamming the book on that chapter of my life forever. Except a few weeks later, I discover our story has an epilogue, one that starts with two pink lines on a pregnancy test. Turns out there are things more life-altering than hooking up with Alec Mansfield...like having his baby. Note: This scorching, enemies-to-lovers contemporary romance is a complete standalone that can be read without reading Hate Mail first, though it's strongly recommended if you want to avoid spoilers.

Ambitious and career-driven, I have zero time for dating until Blind Love-an app designed for those seeking genuine romantic connections without the hassle of awkward first dates-hooks me in. The only catch? Ninety days of anonymous messaging are required before identities are revealed. I connect with Stranger88 immediately, and before long, our flirty banter becomes a welcome escape from my demanding schedule. Soon I'm desperate to know his true identity, so I go digging-only to discover that Stranger88 is no stranger at all. In a cruel twist of fate, it turns out the mystery man consuming my every thought is fellow attorney Brooks Abbott-a sharp-tongued devil in a three-piece suit, my biggest office rival, and the one obstacle standing between me and the promotion of my dreams: a job Brooks has every intention of landing. Behind the screens, there's no denying our electric chemistry, but at work, our rivalry grows stronger than ever. But when passion meets profession, will we redefine the Law of Attraction, or will our hearts face a ruthless cross-examination with no chance of appeal? This contemporary workplace romance is a standalone novel in the Paper Cuts series.