New Releases by J. S. Cooper

I just announced my engagement to a hot billionaire. Yes, you read that right. A billionaire. And it was announced in the New York Frigging Times. My family is ecstatic and already celebrating. Only they don''t know the truth. My engagement is faker than my Chanel handbag. My fake fiancé, Jackson Pruitt, is paying me to pretend to be in love with him so he can inherit his family''s company. How cliché! My parents are planning free trips to Fiji. I''m counting down the days to end this thing. They don''t know he''s the same man I had a one-night stand with. Or the man who was super annoyed when Lenny at the bodega gave me his number. And promptly left me tied up to a bed for five hours. How rude! Now Jackson and I are headed to the Hamptons to convince his family our love is for real. Only I want to gag. If the hallway bathroom incident is anything to go by, he''s not going to make this easy on me. I''m still blushing redder than a beetroot at the sounds all one hundred guests heard. But believe you me, I''m going to have the last laugh. Jackson Pruitt and I may not be in love, but will make him go down.

Dear Hotter than Hades Wannabe, Let me fill you in on a secret. Football players do not run the world, and they certainly do not get to run mine. To be honest, I don''t even know the difference between a quarterback and a tight end. Well, that''s a bit of a lie. I love me a good tight end...but do not distract me. You can bat your big blue eyes at me any day of the week, and I will feel nothing. You''re not God''s gift to women, no matter what your mama told you. Yes, we had one night together. And no, I didn''t know you were "The Brad Chambers." Like I said, I don''t follow football. I didn''t leave my purse in your apartment because I was trying to ensure you would call me again. I couldn''t care less. And no, I don''t want a repeat performance of that night. It wasn''t that memorable. I hope this will get you to stop emailing me now. And no need to send me VIP tickets. Not interested. Sincerely, The Hottest Three-Night Stand You Will Ever Have P.S. You would be so lucky to get another night with me!

I''ve been writing letters to a military man overseas and now he''s coming back home... I started writing to Cody two years ago while he was stationed at a base overseas. I''ve told him everything about my life...only I slightly embellished some parts. Like the fact that I''m really into sports, have a serious boyfriend, and I''m in my fifties. I had my reasons, you see, but now he wants to meet and I''m scared he''s going to think I''m a big liar. So I decide to tell him that I''m his penpals daughter, yeah, nothing like adding oil to the fire. But when we meet I can''t help but think how handsome he is and how I want more. But how can I ever start a relationship with someone that doesn''t really know the real me? Am I the worst best friend ever?

To my tent mate,I am only going to say this once. I am not interested in you. I will not be sharing a sleeping bag with you. I will not be asking you tokeep me warm with your ''hot body''. Who calls their own bodyhot by the way? I will not be doing a belly dance for you in the middle of the night and I definitely won''t be making you hot chocolate. You''ll be lucky if I even alert you to a bear, so don''t push your luck. I''m going to be 100% honest with you. I''m not interested and have no desire to see you again after this trip. Yours Unsincerely, Susie P.S. Not if you were the last man on earthThey say that no good deed goes unpunished and they are surely right. I agreed to go on a camping trip with my best friend and her new boyfriend, Finn, but I never agreed to share a tent with Finn''s best friend, Brody. Brody is a pompous full of himself jock. He thinks he rules the world because he''s some hot shot baseball player, but the jokes on him because I don''t even watch sports. I just need to get past this weekend without killing him and then I never have to deal with his arrogant ass again.

To The Guy at The Coffee Shop, I did not intend to give you my phone number. I was actually waiting on several dates to show up; don''t ask, it''s a long story. I certainly didn''t need to slip my number into your pastry bag just so I could attempt to catch you. I don''t even know who you are and I don''t care. I found you to be extremely impertinent at the coffee shop. Who interrupts someone else''s date to tell their own anecdotes and stories? Especially when that someone else is a stranger. Just because we had a five minute verbal sparring match, it doesn''t mean we actually know each other. No, I have no interest in getting dating advice from you. And I certainly have no interest in learning the art of flirtatious touch. Are you out of your mind. All I can say is please stop sending me daily dating tips. Maybe work on not being a cocky ass before you try to help others. Now Leave Me Alone, Lilian P.S. Please Lose This Number

To Marco (No, I’m not going to add Polo), Last night was a mistake. A big mistake. Or should I say small? I don’t want to hurt your ego. I should have listened to your sister. You’re insufferable and rude and far too cocky. Don’t worry. I won’t be telling anyone what happened because as far as I’m concerned it never did. Please stop calling me. I do not need to come and collect my bra from you. Or the t-shirt you lent me to sleep in when I got cold. And no, that one act doesn’t make you a gentleman. Far from it. Also, I do not need to have your smell near me to fall asleep. In fact, your shirt does the opposite. It gives me nightmares. Millie P.S. No, I do not want a repeat of last night at my office. I don’t care if that’s your fantasy or not. Stop texting me your fantasies, by the way. P.P.S. The texts I sent you this morning were drunk texts. I was still hungover. Do not construe them as anything else. P.P.P.S. Could you have given me any more love bites? There was no need to “mark your territory” because I am not yours!

Santa baby, I’ve really been an awful bad girl... If the city ever decides to put a sign on my front door, it will say, “Good Girl Gone Bad.” This year I am definitely on Santa’s naughty list and it’s not even my own fault. How was I supposed to know that when I asked for a boyfriend for Christmas, that my wish would be granted; with not one, but two suitors vying for my heart? When one problem becomes two... My two suitors are exact opposites. Lucas, the corporate hottie, wants me to spend Christmas Eve at his penthouse and Connor, the bad boy rockstar wants to take me to an isolated cabin on Christmas Day. I’ve agreed to both invitations. Hey, a girl has to explore her options. The Christmas surprise I didn’t see coming... And then everything went wrong. Because who couldn’t see this trainwreck coming; asides from me? Both guys wanted to see me on New Year''s Eve: each one sliding a naughty note under my door promising copious amounts of spiced eggnog and an even spicier night. The only problem was they’d both invited me to the same party. Turns out they were connected in a way I never saw coming. It’s complicated doesn’t even begin to express my dilemma. The only thing I know is that at midnight, the fireworks going off aren’t just going to be in the sky.

When Savannah Carter takes a job as a personal assistant in upstate New York, she never expects to be working for a man like Wade Hart. With his sparkling green eyes and devious smile, he is a man she both hates and adores. When their professional relationship becomes more intimate, Savannah is ecstatic … until she hears a phone call that changes everything. “I never should have hired her, she can ruin everything.” Those words whispered by Wade on the phone shock her, but before she can confront him about what she''s heard, he disappears, leaving only a cryptic note behind. Suddenly Savannah’s “too good to be true” job seems to be exactly that. What are the secrets that Wade is hiding from her? How is she a threat to him? And just who is her mysterious new friend Gordon, and why is he so insistent on being in her life? While Savannah’s heart is falling for Wade, her brain is telling her to run. Can the man who ignites her hidden passions be her happily ever after? Or should she heed the warnings and run back to New York City before she gets burned?

To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five, I’m glad you’re happy to have moved into a new apartment, but no: I do not want to have a beer with you. I do not want to have a nude sleepover. I do not want to make you breakfast, lunch or dinner, no matter how many lap dances you promise to give me. I do not need you to serenade me through the walls at 1am. And no, I have no interest in letting you take me on a date. Sincerely, Magnolia Allen P.S. And no, I do not want to know how many accents you can growl in during intimate moments. How is that even a thing? P. P. S. Also, you will never find me standing naked in your living room ever again, so please stop leaving lingerie packages on my welcome mat.

To My Brother’s Cocky Best Friend, Tyler Redwood, you might be my brother’s best friend, but I find you to be insufferable, cocky, arrogant, immature, and totally annoying. You are not God’s gift to women and certainly not a gift to me. No, I don’t need you to wrap yourself in a bow. And even if you did, I would not be unwrapping it. I have no interest in seeing or touching your six pack and no, I don’t need you to teach me the hidden lessons of the Kama Sutra. Go and find another woman to bother and flirt with. I am not interested at all. Not even a little bit. Olivia Olivia, I have seven words for you. That’s not what you said last night. Tyler

To Mr. Tate Howard, You are quite possibly the most infuriating, annoying and grumpy man I’ve ever met in my life. I know you think that you’re God’s gift to women, but I have a secret to let you in on: you’re not. You’re God’s gift to yourself. Get over your wanna-be cool surfer self and grow up. I thought it was time that someone addressed your big head and told you straight to your face that you''re not all that. Just because you have an Ivy league education doesn’t mean you’re the smartest man in the world. In fact, I’m not even sure if you would have gotten in if you didn’t have rich parents. Yes, I went there. Every woman doesn’t want to sleep with you and I’m sure you’re not even good in bed. And I’m someone that would know. From, Your Secret Not Admirer

City girl in Montana looking for her Romeo...Sounds like the start to a Hallmark movie right? Well, it would, if they had movies about idiot women flying across the country to marry a man they''d never met.Yup, that''s what I did. I responded to an ad in a random newspaper that I found on the train. And now I''m trying to find Horseshoe Ranch so that I can marry some cowboy I''ve never even seen. And no, this isn''t the 1800s. I''m just desperate.To make matters worse, the cowboy doesn''t even know I''m coming. His mom and dad arranged it all. The only reason I''m going is because I have $100 to my name and an old mafia boyfriend after me. I figured life couldn''t get any worse in Montana. I was wrong.In my excitement, I left the address and phone number to the ranch at home, so now I''m here in Montana, and I have no idea where I''m supposed to go. So I took a taxi and stopped at a local bar to ask for directions. And that''s when all my problems began.

He''s a hot handsome cowboy, but can he let down his guard and let love in? Beau Hamilton is the biggest catch in Montana. He''s handsome, funny, and rich. As the oldest son and heir to one of the largest ranches in the state, he''s one of the most eligible bachelors around. And he knows it. His brother is marrying my best friend, and we''re both happy they''ve found love. I thought he was a perfect gentleman, until the night he took me to his favorite spot on the ranch. We did things that nobody should ever know about. Not even my best friend. Beau''s made it clear that while he''s an eligible bachelor, he has no plans on ever getting married. Which doesn''t bother me in the least, because the more time I spend with him, the more he annoys me. He''s a bossy, grumpy, demanding cowboy who thinks it''s his way or the highway, and I''m looking forward to showing him that this is one woman who doesn''t want him in the least. Well, maybe just a little bit. He thinks he''s carrying the world on his shoulders, but I wish he would just let me in.

To The Single Dad in the Store,You have the most amazing hazel eyes I''ve ever seen. And the pinkest lips. They are what my friends and I would call "insta-kissable." The things I could do to those lips!Your kids are also cute. They''re monsters, but cute. You are single, right? Or are you one of those creeps that just doesn''t wear a ring? You could be on the "bangable dad" list. If such a list existed. (I may or may not be a little tipsy as I write this. Thanks for nothing, Captain Morgan.)Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that when you''re in the veggie aisle at the store, you shouldn''t just grab potatoes and melons from someone else''s cart.Your half-secret admirer,NP.S. If you want to know more, text me at the number on the back of this envelope. To N (whose name could be anything),First off, I''m not a creep. I am not married. I''m glad to hear I''m a" bangable dad". I''m assuming that means you think I''m hot as well. I wish you had handed me this note so I''d know if you had "insta-kissable" lips or "psycho" eyes.I don''t know why I''m texting this message back to you. Maybe a little bit of curiosity. Though they do say curiosity killed the cat. Do you also have kids? Mine are a handful, but I love them.Send me a photo?The Single Dad in the StoreP.S. My name is Steele

To Whom it May Concern, I would like to request more information about the assistant job I saw advertised in Sunday’s newspaper with the six figure starting salary. I have a bachelors degree in English and many years of work experience and think I would be a good fit for the job. My questions are as follows: 1. What is the exact nature of the job? 2. Is it a strict requirement that I live with the boss? If so, can I have friends and others over? 3. The ad states there is a uniform. May I ask what sort of uniform? And why? Also, in lieu of sending a photograph, I’ve sent a picture of my very friendly dog that would also be joining me if I were to get the job. Yours Sincerely, Savannah Carter *** Ms. Carter, How do you know you’ll be a good fit for the job if you do not know the nature of the work? My ad specifically stated I was looking for an MBA grad, not an English grad that knows nothing about the real world. 1. This would be discussed in the interview. 2. Yes, you would be living with me. And no guests are allowed. 3. The uniform would be provided on your first day. You don’t need to know why. The job advertisement asked for a personal photo, is this your way of telling me you look like a dog? Today must be your lucky day because you’re the only person that responded to my ad. Are you available for a phone interview tomorrow? The Wade Hart This is book one of a duet. The second and final book is Return To Sender.

"A man like me takes what he wants when he wants it." Lacey wanted to find a sexy and irresistible man. Only, she never thought she''d meet someone like Henry James. Henry James had a wicked smile and dazzling eyes. He was arrogant, handsome, teasing, and the sexiest man she''d ever seen in her life. The only problem was Henry James was everything she wasn''t looking for in a man. He was too handsome. Too rich. Too alpha. He was the sort of man that could have Lacey doing what he wanted without her even knowing. He was the sort of man that had her doing things she never thought she''d do. Plain and simple, Henry James was trouble and Lacey wanted nothing to do with him. However, Henry had other plans and the first of which was to get Lacey into his bed.

He is the man that has caught my heart. Yet, there is another, more handsome and devious man that wants me. A man that wants to take me on an adventure that will blow my mind.I''m falling for Xavier, but I''m not sure what he really wants from me. As time moves forward secrets are revealed and jealousies are exposed that have me confused and excited.I''m being put to the test and now I''m not sure exactly which man I''ll be keeping.

When I met him, this dark, handsome Prince with the devious green eyes, I knew he was something special. He was intoxicating to me and even though I knew I should run from him, I couldn''t stop myself from getting caught up in his game.I wasn''t prepared for the sparks that flew every time we were together. When he offers to take me on a work trip, I''m shocked that I say yes. I''m even more shocked at his next offer. An offer I can''t refuse.Only I had no idea that he has had a master plan from the moment he met me. He wants a week to make me completely his so that he could get me out of his system. Only he has no idea that I have another plan. And it''s going to change everything.

One night. No Strings Attached. No names. That''s all it was meant to be.I met him at a party. He was the hottest guy I''d ever met in my life. We spent a whirlwind weekend together. That was all it was meant to be.And then Monday morning came and he was there. Off-limits. Forbidden to me. I couldn''t stop the attraction. Even though he was an asshole. And I tried to stay away, I really did.I know this man is not good for me. I know it. He''s a playboy and he doesn''t want to change his ways. He doesn''t do relationships, and never wants to get married. I don''t care though. I''m not looking for more with him him. But then he see''s me flirting with his another man and all of a sudden I''m a prize he needs to win.

To Whom it May Concern, I would like to request more information about the assistant job I saw advertised in Sunday''s newspaper with the six figure starting salary. I have a bachelors degree in English and many years of work experience and think I would be a good fit for the job. My questions are as follows: 1. What is the exact nature of the job? 2. Is it a strict requirement that I live with the boss? If so, can I have friends and others over? 3. The ad states there is a uniform. May I ask what sort of uniform? And why? Also, in lieu of sending a photograph, I''ve sent a picture of my very friendly dog that would also be joining me if I were to get the job. Yours Sincerely, Savannah Carter *** Ms. Carter, How do you know you''ll be a good fit for the job if you do not know the nature of the work? My ad specifically stated I was looking for an MBA grad, not an English grad that knows nothing about the real world. 1. This would be discussed in the interview. 2. Yes, you would be living with me. And no guests are allowed. 3. The uniform would be provided on your first day. You don''t need to know why. The job advertisement asked for a personal photo, is this your way of telling me you look like a dog? Today must be your lucky day because you''re the only person that responded to my ad. Are you available for a phone interview tomorrow? The Wade Hart

*New Standalone Romance from New York Times Bestselling Author*I just wanted to have some fun...It all started when I moved into my new apartment in Brooklyn and met my neighbor, Olivia. We became fast friends and so when she had to go out of town on an emergency work trip, I agreed to give her brother her keys so he could look after her dog. And then I met him. Her brother was Carter Stevens and he was sex on legs. He was a banker by day and a musician by night; arrogant, handsome, with the most tantalizing smile I''d ever seen. When he invited me to his show, I couldn''t say no.He wasn''t looking for a relationship...The night of the show we stumbled back to my place and had fun I can only blush thinking about. I''d never had a one-night stand before, but one night soon led to two, which led to three. Carter was exciting and mysterious, but he was a total playboy. He made it clear that this was some no strings attached fun.But fate had other plans for us...I thought we''d been careful, but I guess there was that one time that we weren''t. And now, I''m pregnant and Carter Stevens and I have to figure out what to do next because one thing we both know for sure is that the baby is coming in nine months and we have no idea what to do next.

"Jacob Phillips was my best friend. He was my first love.We shared our first kiss together.He broke my heart."Sage Weston and Jacob Phillips met as children at Little Kitty Orphanage. They had the type of friendship that could weather any storm and they vowed that they would always be there for each other. And then Jacob was adopted, and everything changed. At first, the letters were fast and furious but then they stopped, and Sage was left all alone.Four years later, Sage and Jacob bump into each other at a university party. Sparks fly, daggers are drawn, and Sage wants nothing to do with Jacob or the bevy of women that seem to follow him everywhere he goes. Then Sage loses a bet, and she can no longer avoid Jacob. Though she does everything she can to let him know that they are no longer friends.But Jacob has plans and is determined for Sage to know the truth about what happened four years ago, even if it costs him everything.Carry My Heart is a STANDALONE book by New York Times Bestselling Author J. S. Cooper

Aiden Taylor é incrivelmente bonito, sexy, arrogante e muita areia para o caminhãozinho de Alice. Ou, pelo menos, é nisso que ela acredita. O problema é que ele é irmão de sua melhor amiga, Liv. Por isso, Alice jamais poderia arriscar contar seus verdadeiros sentimentos. E se tudo desse errado? Como isso afetaria seu relacionamento com Liv? O pior é que Aiden também é o melhor amigo de Xander, noivo de Liv. Agora que os dois estão juntos, Alice está se esbarrando com ele mais que nunca! Ok, dá para ficar pior: Aiden pegou Alice beijando seu irmão, Scott, em uma festa. E se ele achar que Alice está interessada em seu irmão? Mas o mais difícil é deixar para trás aquela noite que aconteceu anos atrás. Um momento mágico, que Alice revive em sua cabeça desde a adolescência. Sobre a qual os dois juraram não contar para ninguém. E agora, mais do nunca, Alice precisa falar sobre a melhor noite de sua vida com o único homem que não quer nada com ela. Mas às vezes segredos precisam ser revelados. Às vezes a questão não é o segredo em si. Às vezes a questão é você. J.S. Cooper, ou simplesmente Jaimie Suzi, nasceu e cresceu em Londres. Hoje mora nos Estados Unidos com seu cachorro Oliver em uma casa repleta de livros. É autora de dezenas de romances eróticos, e suas obras são sucessos de venda em diversos países. Romântica irrefreável, ela escreve sobre o que mais ama e acredita: amor verdadeiro, almas gêmeas e, é claro, sexo e muita diversão. Seus livros já estiveram na lista de mais vendidos de vários jornais norte-americanos, como The New York Times, USA Today e Wall Street Journal.

New Standalone Book from New York Times Bestselling Author J. S. Cooper. Some nights are meant to remain a secret. Some nights are meant to be for fun. Some nights are meant to last just one night. It was never supposed to happen. But, we couldn''t stop ourselves. One night became too many. He was the one man I wasn''t supposed to want. The one man I wasn''t supposed to have. The one man that could never possibly be my Mr. Right. However he''s the one man I can''t get out of my mind. He''s the one man that''s going to change everything. Only he has a secret that''s bigger than everything else. He has a secret that could ruin everything.

Você só está a fim de se divertir.Mas nem sempre encontros casuaisacabam em uma só noite...Nos conhecemos em um casamento. Ele era sexy e eu estava na seca há um ano. Ele sorriu para mim. Nós ficamos bêbados, flertamos e acabamos transando. Na manhã seguinte, fugi do seu quarto de hotel sem sequer me despedir. Afinal, era para ser apenas sexo sem compromisso... Acordarmos juntos seria bastante constrangedor.Mas qual não foi minha surpresa, alguns dias depois, ao encontrá-lo no menos provável dos lugares: a casa dos meus pais. Sim, lá estava ele, conversando com o meu pai no sofá. Foi então que descobri que aquele homem não era apenas um belo estranho conquistador e que o nosso encontro fortuito ainda nos levaria por uma série de reviravoltas surpreendentes... e muito quentes.

Cody Brookstone. He''s my best friend''s brother. I''ve known him for years. Fancied him for what seems like forever. And of course, he''s never noticed me. I''ve always been his sister Mila''s annoying friend, but I''m about to change that. Mila came up with a plan for me to snag him. I''m going to make him mine ... Sally Johnson. My sister''s best friend. Sweet, funny, always there. She''s got one of those smiles that makes you happy and a body that goes on for days, if you know what I mean. She''s crept into my life making me feel things I don''t understand. I can''t give her what she wants. Even if I love giving her what she needs ...

Aiden Taylor. He?s devastatingly handsome, sexy, arrogant and he?s out of reach. He?s my best friend?s brother and the one man I can?t have. However, now that my best friend Liv is getting married, I?m seeing him more than ever. And he?s doing things to me that are making it hard for me to forget him. Or that night we had years ago. The night neither of us wants to talk about. The night I really want to talk about. We both vowed to keep our secret. It?s just getting harder and harder to keep it to myself. I need to come up with a plan. And I need to come up with it now because every weekend it?s getting harder and harder to tell myself that I?m not falling for my best friend?s brother.

New Sexy Standalone from New York Times Bestselling Author Helen Cooper and JS Cooper It was only supposed to be one night We met at a wedding. He was hot. And I’d been in a year’s drought. He smiled. We got drunk. We flirted. We hooked up. I left early the next morning without saying goodbye. It was only meant to be a one night stand. I didn’t want the awkward morning after moment. Not at all. Then I went home for the weekend. And he was there. Sitting on the couch chatting to my dad. Turns out he was more than just a stranger. Turns out that my one night stand was about to cause a whole heap of trouble. Turns out that it never just stops with one night.

When Lola met Xavier, Prince of Romerius, she was immediately attracted to his dark, handsome good looks and sparkling green eyes. She spent a whirlwind weekend with him and almost fell for his charm, until he humiliated her and she fled. Lola wasn''t prepared to find out that Xavier was her new professor and her new boss. She also wasn''t prepared for the sparks that flew every time they were together. When Xavier takes her on a work trip, she is shocked when they are mobbed by the paparazzi and agrees to go to Romerius with Xavier to pretend she is his fianc�. Only Lola had no idea that Xavier had a master plan from the moment he met her. He wanted a week to make her his, so that he could get her out of his system. Only Xavier had no idea that fate had another plan for him.