Bücher der Reihe Ever After

Getting stuck in Switzerland over Christmas with your ex-boyfriend's nemesis isn't a good thing...or is it? When Shana Pimms finds Chicago's resident bad boy lawyer Roarke Covington in her hotel room claiming to be her roommate, she's more than a little confused. She'd only agreed to help her ex-boyfriend out by traveling overseas to negotiate a real estate deal for her father's law firm. The last thing she's ready for is the handsome, oh-so-sexy, Roarke to play prince charming to her Cinderella...Roarke can't believe his luck. For a man who hates Christmas, this sure is shaping up to be one heck of a Christmas miracle because he gets to share a hotel room...and a bed with Shana, the girl he's secretly been in love with for years. There's just one problem, Shana doesn't trust him because her ex-boyfriend has her convinced he's the villain in her fairy tale life. With a little seduction, and a lot of Christmas magic in this snowy little town, Roarke will prove to Shana he can be her dirty little secret...and perhaps the love of a lifetime.

Iggy The problem with pop stars is...we have a short shelf life. Since I started in the business a decade ago-as a dewy-eyed pre-teen-a clock has been ticking over my head, counting down the minutes until I faded into obscurity. I thought getting the guidance of Raymond Montaine,hit-maker extraordinaire, would catapult my career into the stratosphere. Instead, he scammed me out of money before moving on to his next target. I want payback for all he cost me, and there's only one person who can help. The only other artist I know who hates Raymond as much as I do. Mathis Reisner. Sexy as sin, and a brilliant composer, Mathis could be so much more than he believes himself capable of. While my first goal is ruining Raymond, getting Mathis in front of the audience he deserves is quickly gaining ground. Mathis The problem with pop stars is… we're disposable. I burned bright for a year before the industry threw me out like old trash. Now, I'm a washed-up, former star who can only get work playing piano at a San Francisco tourist trap. I'm scraping to get by, and have Raymond Montaine to blame. He burned all my bridges before casting me aside. When Iggy finds me at Melody's Piano Bar and asks for help exposing Raymond for what he is, I tell him where to stuff it. It doesn't take long before I reconsider. Why not? I have nothing else to lose. Smart, funny, and adorable to boot, Iggy fits into my life in ways I never dreamed. With him by my side, we're heading to the Bremen Town Music Festival to expose Raymond to the world. I can't help but hope that along the way Iggy realizes we can make our own beautiful music together.

Holding out for a hero? Eh, not so much. Felicity Hart doesn't have the time or inclination for love. She's too busy working her butt off to complete her Master's Degree. So what is she doing at a Halloween party dressed like a Cinderella-wanna-be when she could be home studying?-or better yet, sleeping. Oh, God, yes. Sleeping Beauty had the best idea.What's the worst that could happen if she catches a quick nap in the host's bedroom? Well Caught by the panty-dropping homeowner, Jared, her first instinct-aside from dying of embarrassment-is to run, but her sexy prince convinces her there's no need to rush off into the night. There's plenty of room in his bed for two.When she wakes up the next morning wrapped around him like a vine on Rapunzel's tower, it's not just her shoe she leaves behind, but her whole dress-and maybe, just maybe, a tiny sliver of her heart. With a little help from friends, Jared tracks down his runaway princess so he can return her dress. Over lunch they discover have much more in common than just sexual attraction. Jared might be a workaholic attorney, but his fun side is ready and willing to playin the hot tub, in the showerHe's the kind of man Felicity never thought existed: A damn good man with a bad boy's soul.But can a fairy tale romance survive when the pressures of real life interfere? Or is happily-ever-after just make-believe?