Showing results by publisher "Tantor Media" in Romantic Comedy

It's not every day you wake up to a stranger getting into your bed. Only, he isn't a stranger at all, he's my best friend's hot older brother...and apparently my new roommate. Having him in my space, driving me crazy, isn't a problem at all. Nope. All I need to do is keep control of the situation. But that's easier said than done. Shawn Lassiter is the kind of distraction I don't need. First he accidentally gets into my bed, half-naked, the night before my first day at my new job. Hello, muscles and tattoos! Then he's there, in nothing but a towel, making me coffee in the morning.

Apparently, conservative Midwestern voters want more than my brains, connections, and good looks to vote me in as a congressman. That's right, to appear as the all-American family man they want . . . I need a wife. ASAP. The lovely Odette Hastings seems to fit the bill. She's a wholesome small-town girl, and conveniently in need of cash. I'll give her the money to take care of her elderly parents, and she'll be the political arm candy I need. We both win, right? The only problem is Odette is a little too beautiful, a little too intelligent, and way too distracting.

After two years of taking care of her heartbroken father, Evie needs a new start. Leaving the States and following her sister to Australia to work as the personal assistant of rugby star Xavier "The Beast" Stevens seems like the right kind of distraction. Tall, muscled, and devilishly handsome, Xavier is the love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. He never forgets a girl's name because he never bothers to remember it in the first place. Evie soon realizes that being Xavier's assistant is a 24/7 job; the man seems unwilling to even set an alarm for himself.

Evie Sage didn't mean to become the right-hand woman to the kingdom's most terrifying villain. One minute, she was applying for an entry-level position that promised "light paperwork and occasional beheadings," and the next, she was knee-deep in magical mayhem, murder plots, and an entirely inappropriate crush on her brooding, sharp-jawed, walking disaster of a boss.

Flower deliveryman and aspiring novelist Matthew Darcy never expected to become the object of anyone's affection, let alone attract the attention of someone like billionaire Calvin Croft. In fact, two men couldn't live more different lives than Matt and Cal. But romance has a magical way of making opposites attract.

Twenty-nine-year-old workaholic Libby Dewitt lives by the motto "if you fail to plan, you plan to fail." She's finally about to start her dream life with her fiance, Richard Tomy. Together, they're the perfect power couple - right down to the fact that he's agreed to use their honeymoon to help further her career in mergers and acquisitions. But 10 minutes before the wedding, her dreams dissolve via text message. Libby escapes to Paradise Bay alone. She's got two goals for her trip: devise a plan to get Richard back and convince resort owner Harrison Banks to sell his property.

I had one rule: never get involved with a driver. My career as a sports journalist depended on it. But I never planned on Caleb Collings. The Formula 1 star is notoriously private and despises the media. He's also the only person who stood up for me when a misogynistic exec tried to tear me down...

Flint Hopkins finds the perfect tenant to rent the space above his Minneapolis-based law office. All the t's are crossed and i's dotted on Ellen's application. Her references are good. And she's easy on the eyes. Until... Flint discovers Ellen Rodgers plays music. Bongos, guitars, singing - not Beethoven administered through noise-cancelling headphones. The cut-throat attorney serves up an eviction notice to the bubbly, constantly humming redhead who's too sexy for her own good. But luck is on Ellen's side when Flint's autistic son, Harrison, takes an instant liking to her.

Sloane De Carlo is going to have to move to Antarctica. As if it wasn't bad enough that she accidentally made her private blog very public, and all her innermost secrets and embarrassing moments are trending, now the entirety of the internet is dying to know who her all-consuming, never-get-over-him crush "Guy" really is. She's even got a literary agent dangling a book deal in front of her nose - but there's a catch. She'll have to get closure with "Guy" and give her story that pitch-perfect ending.

Without her, I was better off. I knew it the second she walked away and realized how much happier I was. Knew it the day I interrupted her wedding reception to show her what she was missing and locked eyes with someone I hadn't seen in years. Those eyes. Her smile. Everything about her turned something around inside me that had been quiet for years.

Isabella Shay is usually a very honest person. But when she's running late for her first day at a dream job and the barista yells for "Amy" three times with no answer, she does the unthinkable. Izzy takes that PSL. But when she turns around and runs directly into the most attractive man she's ever seen, spilling the drink all over his GQ shirt and tie, she ends up having the ultimate meet-cute. Sparks fly and things feel beyond promising until he says the words, "See you tomorrow, Amy." Uh, oh-she'll definitely have to straighten him out the following day.

I didn't mean to roast Gio Montagalo, goalie and crown jewel of The Houston Baddies hockey team. Honestly, I was screaming at the television in a sports bar like any self-respecting sports junkie! So when his sister sidles up on the stool beside me, laughing at my commentary, I figured I'd made...

I never expected to fall for a puckboy. I certainly never expected to fall for Axel Finnegan, star of the Rush. But the hockey player charmed his way into my life, made himself indispensable, and now I was all in for my filthy puckboy. Except . . . my life had other plans. My ex was back, my...

An Offer He Can't Refuse. It started with a fake engagement. It might end with a real husband. Sebastian Fontana never meant to get fake-engaged to his best friend. But when Vivianna Confetta—glamorous, dramatic, and maybe the Mafia princess of Bensonhurst—offers to bankroll his dream bakery...

A white lie. A secret boyfriend. And a house with a mystery . . . Second-grade teacher Ivy Marsh hits rock bottom when she finds herself homeless and secretly living in her car. When her Gran gifts her a run-down house, Ivy gets a shot at a fresh start. Determined not to disappoint her Gran, Ivy...

Charlie I'm far from perfect. I've made mistakes. And every day I wake up and make a promise to myself. A promise to stay on the right path and not let my past take hold. Relationships are risky for someone not in recovery. For a guy like me, it could not only be dangerous, but it could...

I write steamy romance novels for a living. In secret. And only the two people closest to me in the world know the truth . . . Until I bump into my best friend's grumpy, gorgeous, tech‑billionaire older brother at an exclusive forbidden club. Yes, I was only there for research. No, he doesn't...

Ebony Callaway wasn't looking for love. After a messy divorce, all she wanted was peace, her art, and to figure out how to keep up with Basquiat, the too-big, too-stubborn puppy who turned her quiet life upside down. Enter Dr. Tyler Hill. The handsome, steady veterinarian who shows up to help...

Some days, he's my worst enemy. Other days he's my best friend. Every day, of course, Adam Maxwell is my cocky prick of a boss, and for the past five years, we've been the official power duo at Engelman Sports, closing multi-million dollar contracts like LA's most well-oiled machine. Honestly, we thrive on the daily love-hate. I call out his womanizing. He rags on my "needy" fiance. And we carry right on. Because through thick and thin, our work dynamic has always stayed rock-solid. Fine-tuned to the kind of perfection you couldn't break if you tried.

The best-laid plans are the most fun to break. After years of disappointing her parents, Emberleigh Hayes has finally worked up the courage to run from the man and the life they chose for her (well, not actually run—southern ladies do not sweat). Together with her best friend Ivy, she's armed...