The West Side Series - Books 1 - 3

Book excerpt: Anna, Olivia, and Delilah love the single life, but the men of Manhattan have other plans. Find out just how hard they fall in this contemporary romance box set featuring the first three stories in the West Side series. Included: When the Stars - A sweet second-chance, friends-to-lovers romance Trust Me - A billionaire romance with a thrilling edge Walk the Dog - A fun, hot, single dad romance When the Stars Thanks to a mutual friend, Anna discovers her college ex moved in down the hall…. Back in the day, I wanted her to be my everything. Now, a relationship isn’t in the cards. She threw that chance away. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun… right? Anna was my everything. But since all it took was one stupid fight to shove her into my roommate’s arms, clearly she didn’t feel the same. That’s all ancient history, though. I’m on the fast track to partner. I’m a different man now. She’s ancient history. And still, nothing could’ve prepared me for seeing Anna again. All the old feelings are still there, but I won’t fall again. Not now, not with her. Thanks to my buddy, now she’s my neighbor. Friends with benefits? It doesn’t seem like such a bad idea... Trust Me Olivia returns to New York and finds love in a coffee shop… It’s the things we love the most that have the power to destroy us. There was a time when I trusted everyone. Before my little idea grew into a billion-dollar company. Now, I trust few. Been burned too many times by people looking for a handout. Yeah, my wealth opens doors, but it also places a target on my back. Then I meet Olivia. Security clears her. Determines her safe. The more I get to know her, the more I want her, but just being around me places her in danger - opening her up to the crazy in my world. I’ll do everything I can to keep her safe. All I need to do is figure out exactly who I can trust. Walk the Dog Delilah reluctantly agrees to dogsit for Anna, with disastrous (or maybe not so disastrous) consequences… 50 Shades of Spay: No Litters, Baby. That’s the sign in front of the Chelsea Veterinary Clinic on the lower west side of Manhattan, where I’m currently standing on what is clearly another crappy Saturday morning. I’m at a vet clinic. It’s not even my dog - pet sitting has gone horribly wrong. Last night is, well, fuzzy. Then in walks Dr. Herriot. Sex in scrubs. The dog will be okay. This vet: Oh, Mylanta. He. Asks. Me. Out. I love Saturday mornings.