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About Nadia Lee
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been bitten by a shark, and petted tigers.
Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she's not writing, she can be found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.
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Emmett Lasker is impossible to work for. He might be model handsome and stupidly wealthy, but he also has it out for me. He’s given me more last-minute and weekend requests than anyone else, ruining any plans I make.
I should quit. And I will. Just as soon as I hit my two-year anniversary and earn out my signing bonus.
But after a particularly awful day at work, a breakup (via text!), and my computer crashing, I’ve had enough! So at 11:59 Friday night, I barge into Emmett’s office to tell him what I really think of him.
Only, that’s not what happens. AT ALL.
There’s something about finding your ridiculously hot boss in a compromising position, moaning your name, that can derail a girl’s best intentions.
And now? I’m pregnant. He wants to “do the right thing” and marry me.
Yeah. That’s never gonna happen.
A sociopath has stalked me mercilessly for eight years. It’s only a matter of time before he kills me. But then I meet Tolyan.
He bursts into my life like a god of vengeance, seething with raw power and danger, trained to protect—or kill. He has a scowl for the world, but for some reason, he’s gentle with me and the idea of deadly power leashed only for me makes my heart flutter.
He seems like fate...
Until he kidnaps me and I wake up in his luxurious home with nothing on…
Not the thing my one-night stand should've said to my overprotective brothers, even if the baby bump is going to be obvious in a few months...
When the hottest hookup of my life pops back up, saying I'm pregnant with his child, I'm dumbfounded. How did he find out?
As it turns out, he got a letter from my "lawyer," telling him to do the "responsible thing" and give up all parental rights to the baby. He's insulted, saying he won't be like his father and abandon his duties. He'll do the right thing and marry me.
Except...I won't marry for anything less than love. Not for a sense of responsibility, not for money, and definitely not because of some ridiculous letter I never sent. Which begs the question--which of my brothers do I need to strangle for that letter and the "lawyer" I supposedly hired?
I had a plan: move to LA, get a job, find the love of my life. Live happily ever after.
I was on track for this when being assistant to gorgeous billionaire philanthropist Nate Sterling suddenly gets a whole lot more complicated. It's a dream job…until he asks me to save him from a fur-bikini-wearing, totally psycho ex-girlfriend who is determined to win him at a charity bachelor auction.
All I have to do is outbid her at the auction. Easy, right? But nobody told me Nate and I had to go on an extravagant Las Vegas date afterward. Everything goes off as planned…until Nate and I wake up the next day, hung-over, wearing identical golden wedding bands and with no memory of what happened the night before.
Cue major hyperventilation.
But it's okay. Nothing that a quick marriage dissolution can't solve… Until the pregnancy test stick comes back with two pink lines.
Marrying My Billionaire Boss is a standalone romantic comedy with a sexy billionaire, his sassy assistant, a bachelor auction, a Vegas wedding and a surprise baby. Oh, and the most hilarious and sweet proposal scene ever. No cheating, no cliffhanger. Just lots of heat, heart and humor. Grab it today!
I have two goals in life:
1. Earn my five-year anniversary bonus--worth $500k--from my eccentric boss by never failing in any task he gives me.
2. Never think about my past, and most especially not about Wyatt Westland, the high school sweetheart who betrayed me and broke my heart.
Everything's going perfectly until Wyatt pops back in my life--by moving in next door with his adorable daughter and demon cat. He's a billionaire tech genius now and friends with my boss's family. To make matters worse, he's bigger, sexier and makes me tingle in places I didn't know could tingle.
When my boss asks me to find Wyatt a date to his ex-wife's wedding, I want to refuse. But I'll be damned if I'm losing out on $500k when I'm so close to earning it.
The problem? Wyatt keeps walking out on the women I set him up with. On purpose no doubt, because he knows what's at stake for me.
So fine. I'll be his date. How hard can it be to fake it for just one day, even if every moment reminds me of all the ways I fell for him the first time?
A hot single dad next door, a demon cat, a wedding gone wrong and a fake date turned all too real. Faking It with the Frenemy is a standalone single dad enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy. Love a book with lots of laughter and heart? Then grab Faking It with the Frenemy today!
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...
Except when you drunk-marry your bandmate’s baby sister...
In my defense, I didn’t know Becca was Max’s sister.
The chapel, a case of mistaken identity and a lot of booze messed things up.
As hot and funny as Becca is, I can’t jeopardize the band’s survival.
I’ve got a rep with the ladies, and if I were Max, I wouldn’t want me anywhere near my little sister.
So I offer to dissolve our union quietly, confident that that’s what she wants, too.
But she shoots me down. What the hell’s that about?
I need a husband for a year to inherit my childhood home and art studio.
I spent three months arranging for the perfect temp marriage.
The mix-up at the chapel was unfortunate, but I don’t have the time or money to set up another fake marriage.
Devlin is gorgeous, sexy and successful.
Everyone will assume we’re the real deal, which is precisely what I need.
We can keep things civilized and agreeable for a year.
How hard could it be?
Oops I Married a Rock Star is a fun romantic comedy standalone with a hot-as-hell drummer, a face-blind artist, mistaken identity, Batman, a porcupine crotch doll, cows of judgment and more! Need laughter and an HEA? Then read Oops I Married a Rock Star now!
Running away to L.A. was supposed to end all the drama. Find an apartment, get a job, show my rich family I don’t need their money…until I end up as the assistant to the world’s Number One underwear model.
Did I mention we almost hooked up last week and I “lost” his number?
So much for leaving the drama behind. Maybe it’s been me this whole time.
And now things are about to get even crazier because my mom just arrived with bodyguards…
The Billionaire and the Runaway Bride is a hilarious romantic comedy featuring a hot underwear model/crypto billionaire with an HR crisis and a fun-loving heiress running from the wedding of her nightmares. You want the swooniest waltz and proposal, a creative birthday cake, babies and a happy ending to warm your heart and make you smile? Grab it today!
So I stay silent, feel them fester and eat at me.
But Ivy's ignorance isn't anyone's bliss. It's making her vulnerable to our enemies.
And my keeping the secrets is nothing less than a betrayal.
When she finds out, I might lose the only thing I've ever wanted...
Amnesia left billionaire adventurer Shane Pryce with no memory of the golden beauty who claims to be his fiancée, but her gentle soul pulls at his heart. Together they create new memories to replace the ones that drove him away...but will those be enough when Shane finally remembers everything?
Until I found her ten years later--a miracle.
Her memory is missing, but it doesn't matter.
I’ve reclaimed her heart, and we're going to be married.
But my enemies are gunning for her.
They know what she means to me.
Can I destroy them and protect her before it's too late?
"I'm a sucker for a tormented hero, and nobody writes one better than Nadia." -- J.S. Scott, New York Times Bestselling Author
Most men might let it go. But I'm not most men. This woman has left her mark and I have to track her down.
Imagine my surprise when I discover that she's getting married...
So I do what's most logical: steal the bride. Except...am I even at the right wedding?
Stealing the Bride is a standalone full-length romance novel with a sexy AF billionaire, smart geeky heroine, identical twins and mistaken identity. No cheating, no cliffhanger. Just lots of heat, heart and humor. Grab it today!
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The bride is over my shoulder, wriggling like a trout caught between a bear's paws. And it's true: my paw is on her butt, so maybe she feels like a trout, even though we're on a beach and there are no bears in Maui. And she's screaming like a banshee.
I sprint down the aisle, past the tropical flowers lining each side, feet churning the sand. Somewhere a Chihuahua is barking insanely. The bride's head bounces on my back, the white veil brushing my thighs and knees. The guests in semi-casual beachwear are too stunned to move. They just stare, their mouths open. It looks comical--like something from a third-rate chick flick.
"Stop!" comes from behind me. The groom's finally pulled himself together.
Sissy. I didn't even push him out of the way that hard. I look over a shoulder to give him a superior smirk.
He's started after me, his feet pounding the sand. But the guy's not fast enough. Even with a struggling woman over one shoulder, I can outrun him. I didn't get my muscles from one of those jiggle dumbbells that simulates you-know-what.
Oh yeah. You aren't getting married. Not until pigs win the Super Bowl.
Besides, he's going to thank me. As soon as the fact that his intended and I slept together only two weeks ago sinks into his microscopic brain.
My getaway Maserati convertible is waiting. Yeah! Stealing this bride in style.
I dump her in the passenger seat. Cursing, she struggles against the tangled veil and a small sea of white fabric.
I start the car. The engine roars like a lion, while the bride screams like I'm Hannibal Lecter coming off a month-long fast. The Hawaiian breeze ruffles my hair. I smack the wheel in triumph and give the car some gas.
Someone in red runs right in front of the car. Crap! I slam on the brakes.
"You crazy?" I shout, my heart knocking hard against my chest. The Maserati could've turned her into a bloody human pancake. "I almost ran you over!"
A tall, slim brunette places her hands on the hood of my car, almost like she's daring me to run her over. Then she lifts her chin.
The familiar aquamarine eyes send a jolt through me. I blink. The bride is right next to me, still cursing. What is she doing over there in that red dress? Am I seeing things? I've been thinking entirely too much about her over the last two weeks.
"Skittles?" I say.
"Yeah." The same husky voice.
Whoa... It is her.
I glance at my kidnapped bride...who has finally gotten her veil out of the way and has the exact same face as Skittles. What is going on?
The meek shall inherit the earth, they say.
Bullsh*t. Look at me now. What do I have? Nothing.
I thought I wouldn't get past a second heartbreak. I was wrong. I never should've closed myself off in tears when Lucas told me he loved me. I should've had faith he wouldn't betray me.
Regaining his love will mean throwing away my pride, my armor and laying myself completely bare. I have to trust that he won't crush me at my most vulnerable.
The attempt will leave me bleeding. It might just kill me. But I definitely won't survive knowing that I didn't fight for what I wanted: my future.
A future with the only man I ever loved...a man more important than the very air I breathe...
You gotta put yourself out there to get what you want.
I bared my heart to Ava. I begged for her trust, her love.
Instead she shattered my soul.
She's circling me, her pretty eyes vulnerable. She won't fool me this time. I'll never give her another shot. I'll break her before she breaks me...
Note: The last book in Lucas and Ava's epic love story! No cliffhanger.