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Enter a world of luxury, lust and love with this scorching first title in T L Swans provocative and witty Kingston Lane series.
The first time I laid eyes on Henley James, I was mesmerized.
The chemistry between us was like nothing Id ever felt.
Impeccable suit, dimpled smile. He was charming and gorgeous, sophisticated and suave. He gave me his business card and asked me to call.
His dating game was strong; I was gone from his first smile. Id love to tell you our date was a raging success, but it wasnt. Far from it.
I decided right there on that day that Henley James and I would forever be mortal enemies; I would never think of him again.
Three years later, I bought my dream home. Im so excited to meet my neighborsthat is, until I do.
Oh no! What are the chances?
Its him. Still single, still the hottest man alive, and still obnoxiously sarcastic. He saunters around wearing next to nothing and refuses to close the blinds at night.
I will not let myself think of him at all costs. It could be my sanity.
My temptation is a nightmare.
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Lover meets playerby the bestselling author of the Miles High Club series.
It started with a list.
Tired of meeting nightmares, I decided to study the dos and donts of dating.
And who better to help me with my master list than the king of red flags himself?
Blake Graysonneighbor, friend, mischief maker, and player extraordinaire.
He knows how to spot a playboy from a mile away. He is the prime example, after all.
So when he offers to help me avoid Mr. Wrong by sharing what to look for, I have no choice but to take him up on it.
We start a game.
He will become my wingman, and Ill become his.
He coaches me through my singledom, while I go on his journey of play.
We double-date, eat ice cream at midnight, and laugh.
Boy, do we laugh
But while I watch every woman he meets fall madly in love with him, I stumble across a major problem: I know exactly why they fall.
Because I can feel it too.
His charm is intoxicating, and damn it, the man is addictive as drugs.
But its not happening. I wont let it.
Im not that gullible young girl anymore.
Blake will never settle down, and I know in my heart hes not the man for me.
I have one go at this second chance of happiness, and I am not going to mess it up.
This time, I play by my rules.
Even if he wont.
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In T L Swan’s steamy third installment of the Miles High Club, Kate’s hot new pen pal is a welcome distraction from her horrible boss. But nobody is as distracting as Elliot Miles…and he knows it.
My favorite hobby is infuriating Elliot Miles. Just the sight of my boss’s handsome face triggers my sarcasm. God knows how he earns his Casanova reputation—if a million women want him with his personality, what the heck am I doing wrong?
Disgusted with my love life, I join a dating app under a fake name. I start chatting to a man named Edgar. He’s not my type and lives on the other side of the world, but we hit off a friendship, laugh and confide in each other.
But lately things are getting weird at work. Elliot’s being…attentive. His eyes linger a little longer than they should, and there’s a heat behind them that I haven’t felt before. And then, in the shock of all shocks, he tells me that my vulnerability is appealing. But when was I vulnerable?
Horror dawns…Has my boss been reading my emails to Edgar?
Damn it, why did I use my work email?
Oh no, does he know what I really think of him? I’d rather die than ever admit it.
Or, even worse: is it possible that the man I loathe in real life is the man I’m falling for online?