Best Selling Books by J. S. Cooper

WARNING: This is not the actual book The Ex Games 3 by J. S. Cooper & Helen Cooper. Do not buy this reading Sidekick if you are looking for a full copy of this great book.This sidekick of The Ex Games 3 is especially useful, as it provides background info from the first two books in the series, while helping readers connect the three books. Unlike many books that are part of a series, this book on its own can be confusing, as very little background is offered. Without this sidekick of The Ex Games 3, you are left wondering who is who and how everyone knows each other.The major themes in The Ex Games 3 are maturity and honesty. This sidekick helps readers follow these themes through the on-again off-again relationship of Katie and Brandon. Katie was 18 and a college freshman when she first met Brandon, a 35-year-old businessman. She was too immature for their relationship to survive, and the lies they each told severed their initial bond. Their relationship only becomes healthy and complete when they both finally tell the truth.In The Ex Games 3, the result of the secrets and lies that have impacted the relationship of Brandon Hastings and Katie Raymond since they met seven years previous appear to have destroyed their relationship. Although they reconnect, the secrets and lies continue, leaving the reader to wonder whether they will make it. Katie and Brandon both narrate The Ex Games 3, and the dual-person perspective takes us into the minds of both, helping us understand the motives behind their sometimes baffling actions and decisions.

Handsome, Zane Beaumont fell for Lucky Morgan hook, line and sinker. He became the happiest man on earth when she told him she was pregnant agreed to marry him. Lucky Morgan never thought she would meet a man like Zane, but she is starting to feel overwhelmed having to plan a wedding as a pregnant bride. Add to that, Zane''s over protectiveness and goofy attitude in preparing for the babies has her pulling her hair out. Noah Beaumont adopted Skylar and broke Robin''s heart, but he''s starting to realize that he doesn''t know the first thing about being a dad and that getting Robin to forgive him may be harder than he thought. Join Zane, Lucky and Zane as they try to adapt to the new changes in their lives before they drive themselves and each other crazy.

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 ...

Es war einmal ein Lamm und ein großer böser Wolf. Er suchte eine Frau, und sie suchte ein Abenteuer. Für Wolf Antonio Marchesi ging es nur um den Sieg. Das arme Lämmchen Callie Rowney merkte gar nicht, dass es ein Spiel war. Als Mafiaboss muss ich jemanden aus meiner Welt heiraten. Jemanden, der weiß, wie es ist, das Familienunternehmen zu leiten, sozusagen. Um mir bei meiner Verlobung zu helfen, veranstaltet mein Vater einen Ball und lädt alle geeigneten Frauen aus dem ganzen Land ein. Eine von ihnen wird Mrs. Antonio Marchesi werden. Sie wird meine Ehefrau sein. Wir werden nicht verliebt sein, aber sie wird ihre Rolle spielen. Dann sehe ich die Brünette im roten Kleid, die sich in der Zimmerecke versteckt und versucht, mir auszuweichen. Es war dieselbe Frau, die ich im Garten mit ihrem Buch gesehen hatte. Sie ist süß, unschuldig, ein Lämmchen. Ich will sie. Sie ist völlig ungeeignet für die Rolle einer Mafiafrau. Sie ist nicht aus meiner Welt. Und doch kann ich meine Augen nicht davon abhalten, ihr aufmerksam zu folgen. Und als ich mich kurz vor Mitternacht auf den Weg mache, um mit ihr zu sprechen, verschwindet sie in der Nacht. * * * Meine Mitbewohnerin lud mich zu einer Party ein. Ich wusste nicht, dass sie für einen Mafiaboss war, der eine Ehefrau suchte. Hunderte von Frauen waren dort und hofften, die Ehre zu erhalten, aber er war nicht meine Vorstellung von einem Märchenprinzen. Er war groß, arrogant, kalt, streng und der bestaussehende Mann, den ich je in meinem Leben gesehen habe. Sie nannten ihn Antonio „den Wolf“ Marchesi, und der Name jagte mir einen Schauer über den Rücken. Ich beschloss, die Party zu verlassen, bevor meine wahre Identität enthüllt wurde. Ich kletterte einen Baum hinunter, rutschte aus, und er fing mich am Boden auf. Er hielt mich fest, als wolle er mich nicht loslassen. Er ist das Oberhaupt der Marchesi Famiglia: berüchtigt, berechnend, herzlos. Er bekommt alles, was er will, und doch könnte sie sich als die einzige Person erweisen, die er nicht haben kann.

Love isn''t always candy and butterflies Noah Beaumont knows the complete joy and the utter devastation that love can bring. He''s haunted by his past and the secrets that he holds inside, but is trying to move on with his life. He thinks he may finally have met his match in Robin, but then the calls from Skylar start coming in. Zane Beaumont was broken when he thought his brother Noah was dead, but now that he knows the truth and Noah is back he wants some answers. It''s only the love of his fiancee, Lucky that has stopped him from losing it with Noah. Noah knows that Zane needs to know the truth, but he thinks he''s protecting him by keeping it all inside. He doesn''t want Zane''s heart to be broken like his was but the biggest secrets always have a way of getting out and unknowingly, Noah may be risking the love of the person he cares about most by not talking.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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 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

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!

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

To My New Boss, You are an asshole. Maybe I''d even call you a boss hole. We''ve never even officially met because you''re worried all of your lower assistants will "fall for you and make a pass." You sent your executive assistant to give me a list of "to-do''s" that were so basic I thought I was in preschool. And let''s not talk about your "never-do''s." You can only wish I would make a pass. You would be so lucky as to even catch a glimpse of my fine ass. In fact, why don''t you kiss it instead? Jerk. Also, I''m not taking a vocabulary or algebra test. Just because you''re the CEO doesn''t give you the right to be pompous and arrogant. And frankly, I saw that photo of you in the newspaper last year; are you cousins with the yeti? Not a good look. You can keep your $25 an hour. My self-respect is worth more than that. And no, I''m not interested in any of your other offers. Marcia "I have self-respect" Lucas P.S. Never in a Million Years I''m not crazy--I never intended to actually send the email. It was just a draft email I wrote to vent. I needed the paycheck way too much to go off on my boss. Only when I went into the office the next day, there was a note on my desk. It read, "Got your email. A million years is up. See me in my office. Your boss, Finn ''The Yeti'' Winchester." My dad was right: my mouth would eventually get me into trouble. Only he had no idea just how bad the trouble was going to be.