enemies to lovers

The Games We Play

Roman Danvers.

Collegiate athlete.

Notorious playboy.

And my arch nemesis since birth.

Our parents’ friendship meant we had to co-exist. But it didn’t mean we had to like it. He purposely did things to get under my skin. Like spreading rumors about me in junior high so no boys wanted to go out with me. Or sleeping with several of my high school friends, just to prove he could. And let’s not forget about him conveniently choosing to attend my first choice college, even though he had dozens of other schools desperate for him to play ball for them, just to spite me.

His life mission has been to make me miserable. But when I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, he doesn’t respond well to the shoe being on the other foot. The further I push, the harder he pushes back.

I know it’s only a matter of time before one of us breaks. I just never dreamt it would be him who would crack first. And we he does, things take a turn I never saw coming.

I thought we were just playing games.

I was wrong…

All the Bright Lights

Treyton Tyler.

Professional baseball player turned Hollywood actor.

A conceited, self-absorbed, womanizer who thinks no one is immune to his charm.

I deal with men like him every day.

Men who think the world bends to their will.

Men who think they can have anything or anyone they want.

I’ve learned to overlook it.

As a high-end real estate agent in Los Angeles County, you kind of have to.

So, when Treyton interrupts one of my showings like he already owns the property, I barely even bat an eye. That is, until he makes an offer. A very generous offer. One that would nearly double the commission I’m set to make.

But there’s a catch…

The offer is only good if I agree to go on a date with him.

I know it’s a bad idea.

Because when you’re dealing with a man like Treyton Tyler, there’s always more to the story.

And once he has me in his grasp, he has no intention of walking away until he gets exactly what he wants…

Me.

Force of Gravity

Arrogant. Egotistical. Playboy.
Three words that perfectly describe Atlas Keaton.
My twin brother’s best friend.
The absolute bane of my existence.
And my new college roommate.
It wasn’t by choice of course.
The last thing I wanted was to be forced to endure a full semester living under the same roof as him and my brother.
But when a housing mix-up leaves me three thousand miles away from home with nowhere else to turn, I don’t really have another option.
It’s only four months, how hard could it be, right?
Wrong…
Because when you’re dealing with a man like Atlas Keaton, nothing is off limits.
Including me…