Manhattan - La série

He wasn’t always this rich. This hot. This difficult. Aaric Christos was a guy who protected me. Wanted me. Maybe even loved me. That man is gone. In his place is the most powerful real estate tycoon in the city. He’s a cold, ruthless, aggressive businessman. The only one who can save me and my startup from ruin. It takes every ounce of courage to put my pride aside and ask for his help. I didn’t expect him to offer it easily. And he doesn’t. Instead, he vets me harder than he’s vetted anyone. Don’t invest in what you don’t know, he says. He’s assessing every piece of me, to the point I’ve never felt so bare. I yearn for the boy I once knew, whose touch once craved me. Putting it all on the line will be worth it, I tell myself. Until I realize—too late—that some risks are not worth taking.Nouvelle Description

A brand new contemporary romance from New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Katy Evans. He’s my most delicious secret. The hot Suit I had a one-night stand with one evening. I didn’t know anything about him, not even his name. Only that we shared a taxi, and he was staying at the hotel where I worked. We met in room 1103. Where he commanded not only my body but my soul. The next day he was gone and I only had a memory of him. I could still taste his kisses, feel his demanding touch. I searched for him for months. Daydreaming about him. Wondering if I’d ever find him. Until the day I find myself staring face to face with his jeweled black eyes again. He says lets keep it casual, and my heart knows that falling for this workaholic in a three-thousand-dollar suit is off the table. Because he has a secret. One that’s a deal breaker for me. My Suit has a name. Ian Ford. And this is our story

It was supposed to just be a quick trip to Manhattan. My best friend was heartbroken. She needed support, and I needed inspiration. I hoped to love the city. Bustling. Crazy. Inspiring New York. But I ended up at the airport, heading home in the same condition that I arrived. In a rut. Add to all that, missing my flight and losing my laptop—the laptop, where the Best Love Story Ever sat on my hard drive. Enter Noah Steele. Eerily familiar. Movie star. Heartthrob. Sultry romeo with bedroom eyes. (But we're not going there.) He missed his flight too. Noah is so smoldering, lip-bitingly hot, he's not taken seriously as an actor, and is struggling to launch his career in New York. He's only ever had superficial girlfriends, so he's having trouble showing true passion in his acting—the same challenge I’m having with this book. When we met, we didn't know that our connection would bring us the change we’d been craving. That we’d be the very thing the other needed and didn't know. Each other's muse.