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Should I have trusted my tyrannical boss when he promised he’d get me home for the holidays? Absolutely not.
He gassed up his private jet and decided he’d be joining me so we could close this massive deal before the new year.
There are three conditions to him coming home with me:
1. My family can’t know that he’s my boss (See note above about him being a tyrant)
2. I will absolutely be getting a big fat raise
3. He has to help me with my holiday wishlist
What’s worse than my boss stealing Christmas? Him pretending to be my boyfriend.
Since he’s faking being in love with me, my mom put us together in my childhood bedroom with just one bed to share.
When the mistletoe comes out, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if my hot as coal boss and I were underneath.
Jack Sinclair is nothing but determined to get everything he wants this Christmas and it looks like I’m at the top of his list.
Should I have trusted my tyrannical boss when he promised he’d get me home for the holidays? Absolutely not.
He gassed up his private jet and decided he’d be joining me so we could close this massive deal before the new year.
There are three conditions to him coming home with me:
1. My family can’t know that he’s my boss (See note above about him being a tyrant)
2. I will absolutely be getting a big fat raise
3. He has to help me with my holiday wishlist
What’s worse than my boss stealing Christmas? Him pretending to be my boyfriend.
Since he’s faking being in love with me, my mom put us together in my childhood bedroom with just one bed to share.
When the mistletoe comes out, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if my hot as coal boss and I were underneath.
Jack Sinclair is nothing but determined to get everything he wants this Christmas and it looks like I’m at the top of his list.
I, Marlow Taylor, need to stop fantasizing about the hot, single dad next door.
Should I have agreed to nanny his cute six year old who loves my dog Waffles? Absolutely not.
But her dad seems to think he can do everything himself. (spoiler: no one can)
3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for Dylan Stafford:
He’s grumpy and doesn’t seem to like me very much
He lives next door – literally next door to my perfect pink house
There are no secrets in a small town
I’m an optimistic artist, never living in one place for too long.
He’s a cynical billionaire, trying to raise his kid on his own like a “normal” person.
Since I’m not going to fall for Dylan Stafford, it shouldn’t matter that he shovels my driveway or looks at me like he could devour me.
One kiss later – I, Marlow Taylor, am completely screwed.
I, Marlow Taylor, need to stop fantasizing about the hot, single dad next door.
Should I have agreed to nanny his cute six year old who loves my dog Waffles? Absolutely not.
But her dad seems to think he can do everything himself. (spoiler: no one can)
3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for Dylan Stafford:
He’s grumpy and doesn’t seem to like me very much
He lives next door – literally next door to my perfect pink house
There are no secrets in a small town
I’m an optimistic artist, never living in one place for too long.
He’s a cynical billionaire, trying to raise his kid on his own like a “normal” person.
Since I’m not going to fall for Dylan Stafford, it shouldn’t matter that he shovels my driveway or looks at me like he could devour me.
One kiss later – I, Marlow Taylor, am completely screwed.
I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother’s billionaire best friend.
Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because he’s trying to buy my family’s company.
Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right?
3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband:
1. My brother would be furious
2. I can’t risk my heart getting broken again
3. Cash Stafford doesn’t do serious–ever
Smart girls like me don’t end up with men who flirt with easy smiles.
Men like Cash Stafford don’t ask for forever.
Except I’ll never forget he’s the boy I made a wedding pact with when I was eighteen.
One drunken mistake later – I, Everly Townstead, am completely hitched.
I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother’s billionaire best friend.
Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because he’s trying to buy my family’s company.
Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right?
3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband:
1. My brother would be furious
2. I can’t risk my heart getting broken again
3. Cash Stafford doesn’t do serious–ever
Smart girls like me don’t end up with men who flirt with easy smiles.
Men like Cash Stafford don’t ask for forever.
Except I’ll never forget he’s the boy I made a wedding pact with when I was eighteen.
One drunken mistake later – I, Everly Townstead, am completely hitched.
Handsome, grumpy, workaholic.
I know what everyone says about me–just an atm where his heart used to be. Which might be true, until I saw her.
I can’t stop fantasizing about my new assistant.
Bright eyed and too young, Reese is not meant for someone like me.
3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for her:
She knows about my double life as a tattoo artist
I don’t do relationships
The way she doesn’t put up with my demanding ways
Should I have moved her desk outside my office? No, because now I have to see her constantly.
Nothing says stay away from the good girl like late nights ordering her favorite take out just to see her smile, right?
One kiss and I’ll figure out how to have a night with her.
One night and I’ll be asking her to spend the weekend with me.
One weekend and I’ll have to find a way to win her heart.
Handsome, grumpy, workaholic.
I know what everyone says about me–just an atm where his heart used to be. Which might be true, until I saw her.
I can’t stop fantasizing about my new assistant.
Bright eyed and too young, Reese is not meant for someone like me.
3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for her:
She knows about my double life as a tattoo artist
I don’t do relationships
The way she doesn’t put up with my demanding ways
Should I have moved her desk outside my office? No, because now I have to see her constantly.
Nothing says stay away from the good girl like late nights ordering her favorite take out just to see her smile, right?
One kiss and I’ll figure out how to have a night with her.
One night and I’ll be asking her to spend the weekend with me.
One weekend and I’ll have to find a way to win her heart.
I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he’s my new roommate?
Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one night stand we had ten years ago.
What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other.
3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss / roommate / one-night-stand:
1. I hate him and haven’t spoken to him in a decade.
2. Poisoning your CEO client is bad for the chef business.
3. Harrison Stafford obviously doesn’t do commitment (unless it’s the demon cat we’ve adopted).
Pranking Harrison is the highlight of my day. Sure, I work for him. But bedazzling his most prized possession is just one of the secret ingredients for my innocent revenge.
One night with him again – and I, Fallon Hayes, know I’m about to get burned.
I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he’s my new roommate?
Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one night stand we had ten years ago.
What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other.
3 reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss / roommate / one-night-stand:
1. I hate him and haven’t spoken to him in a decade.
2. Poisoning your CEO client is bad for the chef business.
3. Harrison Stafford obviously doesn’t do commitment (unless it’s the demon cat we’ve adopted).
Pranking Harrison is the highlight of my day. Sure, I work for him. But bedazzling his most prized possession is just one of the secret ingredients for my innocent revenge.
One night with him again – and I, Fallon Hayes, know I’m about to get burned.