Showing results for "The Pact" in Contemporary

She should say no. Addison Davenport figures that most people likely would. But after having her life plans repeatedly derailed, she's come to wonder if her chance at marriage and kids ended with the death of her college boyfriend. So when business powerhouse Daxton "Dax" Mercier—a man who's suffered a similar loss, a man who's her first in every way—asks her to honor the fallback marriage pact they made years ago, she doesn't reject it out of hand.

When we were ten we made a pact. When we were twelve she moved away. Now she’s sixteen and returned home.

"I need a ride," I said to a sexy stranger on a Harley. Three hours later? A six-foot-tall Marilyn Monroe was officiating our Vegas wedding at the Happy Chapel. But it's not love—it's business—a marriage pact made out of desperation so my career doesn't go up in flames. Sure, Flynn Winslow is a hot, broody, mysterious man that women all over the globe would sell their souls to land for real, but I have my eyes on the prize and our marriage arrangement will end in three months with no strings attached. Right?

Linden McGregor is tall, rugged, and gunslinger handsome - a helicopter pilot with a Scottish brogue and charm to spare. He's also one of Stephanie Robson's best friends and has fit into that box for as long as she's known him.

We were friends, she and I. Best friends. It was easy, simple, and comfortable; that was our dynamic. We had a system, an understanding, an unspoken arrangement. We were there for each other through thick and thin. We had an unbreakable bond. Nobody understood our friendship. Because a guy and a girl couldn’t just be best friends without emotions getting involved, right? Without noticing, everything shifted, and I was experiencing all these new feelings....

Alyssa Armsworth, a world-renowned photographer, has no intention of honoring the billionaire bride pact she made at camp to avoid getting whipped cream smeared on her face while she slept. Marriage is the last thing on her to-do list, and when her father forces his wealthy friends on her, she runs to Maui.

River Tate is a god on campus. The king of football. A tattooed bad boy with gunmetal eyes that see right through you. The only chink in his armor is HER, the girl he pretends doesn't exist, the forbidden one with the shy smile and lavender hair. Anastasia Bailey is a nobody.

Billionaire software developer Parker Braxton knows everyone wants something from him. That's why he made a multi-million-dollar bachelor pact with his friends to never marry. But he never counted on running into, literally, the quiet but sensual Layla Fallon.

When I first met him, I got butterflies in my stomach. I thought it was silly and pushed it aside. Avoided him. Besides, I was taken—unavailable. Or so I thought. That was before he hired me to take over his company’s PR. Now that we were working with each other, that meant he was completely off-limits. Until one night in Vegas.

Maryn Howe isn't intimidated by billionaire recluse Tucker Shaffer or his enormous log cabin in Island Park, Idaho. Maryn needs this interview, and she'll get it at any cost, even if the last four reporters were physically removed from his presence. Tucker Shaffer has no desire to change his less than flattering public image, but his PR people persuade him to give it one more try. Ready to make nice with whoever comes through the door, Tucker is blindsided by a petite blonde with an extra-large personality.

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.

August Anderson needs somewhere to live. Dumped by her boyfriend who would rather be alone than move in with her, she has almost given up on happiness. Until she notices that the beautiful Georgian townhouse she's long admired (ahem, obsessed over) is looking for a new tenant, and suddenly it seems like things might be looking up. There's just one catch - the traditional buttoned-up landlord is only willing to rent to a stable married couple, and August, quite frankly, is neither.

What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love? Well, you get the Playboy Pact. I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything - and I mean, everything. There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways. It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy. No feelings. No past. No strings attached. But I broke the rules.

All of the fun, none of the heartache…as long as they stick to the agreement. The proposition is simple: if ER nurse Claire Harper and her roommate, firefighter Graham Scott, are still single by the time they’re forty, they’ll take the proverbial plunge together…as friends with benefits...

It's probably a bad idea to fall for the one woman I was never supposed to touch. Following the rules has never been hard. Until Mae walks back into my life, fresh off a broken engagement and looking like a complication I want to make. Because now he's looking at me like I'm something more than a friend, and suddenly I'm feeling things I never thought I would again.

I've never had a problem convincing a man to take me home for a night of fun. Until I meet Alexander Krum. He leaves me wanting more at the end of every encounter. Despite our insane attraction to one another, we couldn't be more opposite. He wants to take me on a date. I want to head straight to his bedroom. He believes in romance. I know men in romance books don't really exist. He always wants to help. I can take care of myself. But then he comes to me with a proposition.

Two single thirty-year-olds. One marriage pact. And a night in Vegas that’s about to change everything... On Christmas Eve eight years ago Evie and Dan made a pact: if they weren’t married by thirty, they were going to marry each other. Of course, neither of them took it seriously, even if Dan has always been mesmerised by Evie’s beautiful smile, and Evie has always fancied Dan, her best-friend’s brother. But then "it" happens. They wake up on Christmas Eve, the night before Evie’s thirtieth birthday in Vegas... married.

Who in the world would go on a dating show to find love? Turns out, I'm that person. Paige Holland, lifetime resident of Elk Lake, Wisconsin, and dedicated seventh-grade math teacher. I love my charming town, but there's seriously no single action here. Unless of course I want to date the painfully boring mailman or the kid at the Quick Mart. Hard pass to both. So, what's a girl to do? Apparently, apply to Midwestern Matchmaker and hope the reality show gods will smile on me.

West Brooks stands for everything I despise. He's a meathead jock whose silence says it all: He only cares about himself and his football season. So, why can't I say no when he offers me his help? I should run the other way. I should tell him exactly what I think of him for ruining my life. Instead, I agree to his terms because he might be the only person who can get me what I want.

I hate my boss. Like, loathe him. Two years ago, he semi-broke my heart and he still doesn’t remember who I am. Okay so I was covered in electric blue body paint, and wearing a wig, but is that a good excuse to not remember the girl you said was your destiny? Now I’m stuck working for the jerk because only he can give me the job I really want—manager of his hotel. When he needs a fake fiancé for business reasons, there’s an easy solution—blackmail. He has to give me a trial run as hotel manager in return for wearing his ring.