AustLit

'Harper Brown is a snarky pain in Sebastian Hasting's ass.

'His brother’s assistant not only seems to hate his guts, but she’s also not afraid to talk back to him and tempting enough to distract him from the billions he should be earning.

'Then pictures of their one hot kiss leak to the gossip mags, and Sebastian has a brilliant idea.

'What better way to get the gold diggers off his back than to take himself off the market?

'It’s the perfect solution.

'Except as things with Harper heat up, it becomes harder for Sebastian to remind himself that she’s only playing his fiancé for the money.

'He’s a man who always gets what he wants. But is Harper more than he bargained for?'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'Picture this: You pack your bags. Move to Paris. Fall in love.

'A dream, right? 

'Wrong.

'Especially when you find out your Mr. Right is actually married. With kids. 

'Don't even mention the white picket fence. 

'Heartbroken in the City of Love, the last person Elizabeth Hastings expects to lend her a shoulder to cry on is her brother's best friend…

'Spencer Tate is opening up his first gym in London when a frantic call from his best friend sends him to Paris to check on Sebastian's baby sister. 

'If he's lucky he can stop in for a minute and be back in London the next day. 

'Easy peasy.

'Except the dorky bookworm he remembers is now all grown up, with dangerous curves, lips just made for kissing and eyes he could get lost in…

'Spencer. Is. Screwed.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.