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Katrina’s Lesson in Social Media Disasters or How Technology Can Bite You in the A**Katrina Phillips is an expert social media manager. But that doesn’t mean she can’t make mistakes. Horrible, hide-in-your-closet-forever mistakes…like accidentally syncing her BootyBook app with her online profiles.Blammo. Now everyone in the world can see who Katrina has dated and how they rated in appearance, sexual performance and (OMG) detailed descriptions of their manly parts! Now her phone is blowing up with angry exes—and an out-of-the-blue text from the only guy who came close to a perfect score….Katrina has had a thing for Drew Jordan since forever ago, even if a booze-fuelled one-nighter did destroy their friendship. So why is he suddenly texting her now—and is it because she rated his Sexy Staff of Manliness as “magnificent?” Now the only way to satisfy her curiosity is to reunite with Drew…and rate him all over again!

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A reunion to end all reunionsSince their separation years ago, Sean Maddock has imagined a lot of scenarios where he and Kristine would get back together. So finally getting served with divorce papers is a real shock. It's not until he seeks out Kristine and feels the same hot kick of desire that he suddenly knows why–he still wants his wife!Clearly it's time to move on. But before Sean signs on the dotted line to end their marriage, he wants one more weekend. Just the two of them, closed up in an isolated cabin. Surely by Sunday night they will have played out all their sexy memories–maybe even made a few new ones. Then he'll be able to walk away…or not!

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An exposé…or just exposed?Anything for the sake of the story. That explains why journalist Emma Gideon is participating in a large-scale nude photo shoot. Yeah, it's a stretch for a girl with an old-fashioned side. Worse, sporting only green body paint, she's on display for Kyle Hadley–the office flirt and her rival at the paper. These unique circumstances are creating a sizzling complication to their rivalry….Despite her boss's rule of «no hanky-panky,» Emma ends up in Kyle's shower…with him! And that's hotter than she ever imagined. When he suggests a continuation, how can she refuse? But has Emma risked her career for a sexy new development…or is this a severe case of overexposure?

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Former rugby player Liam Kelly wants to keep his edge without losing his cool. The sexy Irishman needs someone to help him work out a little healthy aggression outside the office so he’ll avoid punching his difficult boss.He needs an adversary who will goad him, insult, and drive him. Someone to push his limits. What he needs is a professional nemesis. So when Sam responds to his online ad with plenty of cheek and smart-assedness, Liam knows he's found the perfect guy.Except Sam isn’t a guy.She’s Samantha Hess. Very much female, newly unemployed, and eager to turn up the volume on her “nice girl” image. Goading Rugby Boy through texts and emails to run an extra mile each day is like therapy for assertiveness – and she’ll get paid. She just needs to convince Liam «Samantha» can get the job done just as well as «Sam».Samantha’s a a smokin’ hot, sassy woman with a girl-next-door vibe who doesn’t have a problem challenging Liam mentally. But how can he take her seriously now, when all he can think about is convincing her that his next workout should be in her bed?And how will Sam keep her adversarial edge – and her heart – safe from the man who’s her perfect match?

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Her rebound resolutionThis is so not the romantic vacation she planned! Instead of a let's-rekindle-this-relationship getaway, PR rep Melanie Ambrose is en route to Cancún with a Dear Jane letter and Hunter Ryan, her smoking-hot new bodyguard. To make matters worse, there's only one available room at the hotel she booked…with one bed!The truth is, Melanie has been so career-focused that she's ignored what she wants. And faced with sun, sand and an incredibly sexy companion, a deliciously hot and naughty fling seems the exact thing to help her reset her focus. But as the days pass, Melanie wants to change their arrangement so this doesn't end when they get back on the plane…

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In Love, There's No Such Thing As A Simple Plan Rule #1: Cops maintain their distance. It was supposed to be your average stakeout. My partner and I would scope out both the coffee shop and Laurel Wilkins, the latest target of con man Trevor Dean's scheme to meet women online and bilk them of their money–and everything else. Rule #2: Cops think fast on their feet. So I went inside to get a better look. So she happened to be gorgeous with a body that made me temporarily forget how to order coffee. So she knew my name–Russ Evans–and hugged me like we were more than friends. So what the $#@ is going on? Rule #3: Cops never, ever get involved. At least she's willing to offer herself up as bait. All I have to do is keep her safe–and keep my hands off. Anything else would be against the rules. And oh so tempting. . . Praise For The Novels Of Erin McCarthy "Witty, sexy, and entertaining romance." – Booklist on Mouth to Mouth «By turns comic and steamy. . .highly enjoyable.» – Booklist on Houston, We Have a Problem

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Love. Sex. Destiny. And A Six-Foot-Four Psychic In A Bridesmaid's Dress? Honey, You Don't Know Jack. . .Jamie Peters no longer believes in true love. True idiots, true scumbags, true moochers–these she believes in wholeheartedly, and she's got the checkered dating history to prove it. So she's more than a little skeptical when her cross-dressing psychic tells her she's about to meet her soul mate–during an accident. Yeah, sounds about right. And then it happens. A knight in shining armor steps between her and a mugger on a subway platform. Just a regular, honest, upright Jack. The kind they don't make anymore. . .Jonathon Davidson doesn't believe in destiny–or lying to beautiful women as a rule. But now that Jamie thinks he's just an ordinary guy, how can he possibly tell her that he's really, (A) her roommate's brother, (B) a millionaire to boot, and (C) the jerk who's investigating her application to his grandfather's charitable trust because she may be involved in something illegal? Yeah, rhetorical question. He can't. Not until he knows what's going on. Besides, it would require being able to resist Jamie's luscious curves long enough to say, «Hi, my name is Big Liar. Let's get naked.» Sometimes, destiny sucks. . .