Showing results for "Real Relationships" in Romance

Lincoln Cunningham doesn't do relationships. Mostly because he learned in college that he doesn't do them well. Translation: book smart guys focused on learning the art and science of vineyard tending aren't always girl smart. Lincoln's mother, however, isn't so sure. Her oldest son found his match, and now her sights are set on Linc. Why she insists on setting him up at the Paint it Pal pottery shop is beyond anyone's grasp.

April Hamilton wants you to know she hasn’t been on Craigslist since that time she sold her futon after college. She doesn’t even spend that much time online. And even if she did, she would not be looking up personal ads. But going home alone for her family's summer reunion is an invitation for every single relative to butt into her personal life. She simply can’t handle another blind date with the butcher, the baker, or the candlestick maker from her hometown. So when she finds the Craigslist ad for a boyfriend-for-hire, she’s ready to pay to play.

You know that awkward moment when your agent tells you to fake date your best friend’s sister so you can get the endorsement deal of your dreams? No? Call me crazy for considering it, but why not? Daisy’s my friend, after all, and I’ve gotten quite close to her and her two awesome boys over the last few years since her douche-nozzle husband divorced her. She loves it when I flirt with her, so we could carry it off, couldn’t we?

Declan and I are a match made in hell. I’m a carefree artist. He’s an arrogant CEO. We couldn’t be more wrong for each other. Never mind how perfectly his Navy SEAL shoulders fill his Armani suits. But my free spirit lifestyle doesn’t pay the bills. So when he offers me a windfall to play his fiancée and save his company, I agree. And no, his panty-melting smile has nothing to do with it. Faking an engagement with Mr. Cocky isn’t so bad. Especially when he proves bigger really is better. But then I go and do something crazy. (Even for me.) I fall for my fake fiancé.

I don't think I can sink any lower. Somehow I've ended up blackmailing a girl into pretending to be my girlfriend. Let me back up. I've known Charity since high school. Well, we went to the same exclusive prep school, anyway. We weren't friends, though. Now we're at the same university, and her friend group keeps crossing paths with mine, much to her obvious dismay. Given how vocal she is about disliking me, it's become a hobby of mine to needle her more anytime the opportunity presents itself.

Hi, I’m Dee, and I’m captain of the friend zone. I didn’t ask for this dubious honor, but don’t worry, I like it this way. I’m happy not dating and just being “one of the guys” on my volleyball team. At least I was until my scary new boss informs me that my job—I’m a developer at a dating app (ironic, right?) that I coded from scratch, an app that is essentially my baby—is in jeopardy. So I lie—tell him that I’m living proof the app works, because I’m engaged to a man I met on it. And who do I name as my lucky (fake) fiancé? My best friend, Noah Jackson.

Oh. My. God. Carrie Morgan can't escape her cheating ex-fiance. She goes on her Hawaiian honeymoon fantasy vacation to prove she's over him - but he's there with his mistress in tow. Good thing Carrie's annoyingly overprotective friend Blake came with her. How's she going to prove to her ex she's over him? Easy. One...two...three.... She grabs Blake and kisses him.