Fake It Till You Make It Series by Kenzie Reed

His nickname’s Sexy Satan.For the past three years I’ve called him boss.So why is he telling everyone that he’s my boyfriend?Working for Chase Lancaster was supposed to catapult my marketing career. Instead, I’m trapped in personal assistant hell. His hobbies include barking orders, torpedoing my advertising campaigns, and reducing the office staff to tears.On a good day, he acts like I’m invisible. On a bad day, I remind myself arsenic is not an acceptable sweetener for coffee... moreHis nickname’s Sexy Satan.For the past three years I’ve called him boss.So why is he telling everyone that he’s my boyfriend?Working for Chase Lancaster was supposed to catapult my marketing career. Instead, I’m trapped in personal assistant hell. His hobbies include barking orders, torpedoing my advertising campaigns, and reducing the office staff to tears.On a good day, he acts like I’m invisible. On a bad day, I remind myself arsenic is not an acceptable sweetener for coffee. And prison orange would be murder on my complexion.Imagine my surprise when Chase follows me home to Bitter End, North Carolina, where I’m about to endure my ex-fiancé’s wedding.The moment he chases off my date and offers to pose as my boyfriend, I know he's got a hidden agenda—especially when he plays the part a little too convincingly. Unfortunately, I have to play along to find out what he’s really up to.To satisfy the town gossip squad, I’ll have to let him kiss me. Who knew Satan’s lips were so soft and inviting? And if we’re really playing the part, we’ll have to go to Lover’s Lane – testing my willpower beyond its limits.The more time we spend together outside the office, though, the more I see a different side of him. He’s still bossy and demanding, but is it wrong that I find it kind of, well … hot?This wedding is bound to be hell, so I might as well spend it in the arms of a sexy devil. less

“Hop on the back of my bike, girl. If you can unclench those knees, that is.” You can take a girl out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the girl. That’s why Crash McClanahan, ruthless enforcer for the Iron Ride bikers, is all wrong for me. I never wear white after Labor Day. He never leaves the house without his leathers. I’m monograms and minivans. He’s bar fights and Harleys. You get the idea... more“Hop on the back of my bike, girl. If you can unclench those knees, that is.” You can take a girl out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the girl. That’s why Crash McClanahan, ruthless enforcer for the Iron Ride bikers, is all wrong for me. I never wear white after Labor Day. He never leaves the house without his leathers. I’m monograms and minivans. He’s bar fights and Harleys. You get the idea. I’m glad he vanished after our one night together, because he’s a distraction I don’t need. I’ve laying low in Manhattan, trying to turn over a new leaf after a lifetime of bad behavior. Unfortunately, it looks like karma’s caught up to me. I accidentally witness an incident of shockingly rude behavior – murder! – and now I’m in a killer’s cross-hairs. And the one man who can keep me alive? The man who gave me the ride of my life and then left me by the roadside – Crash McClanahan. less

That grin should come with a warning label. 'Addictive. May cause dizziness, heart palpitations, dampened underwear, and a lifetime of regret.'I’ve got plenty of reasons to hate Sebastian Monroe, the sexy lead singer of Heat Lightning.1.) He doesn’t remember our soul-scorching kiss ten years ago.2.) He very rudely refused to play at my home town’s 300th anniversary celebration.3.) He’s a hotel trashing, arrogant, hot mess.Really hot.Sooo hot.. moreThat grin should come with a warning label. 'Addictive. May cause dizziness, heart palpitations, dampened underwear, and a lifetime of regret.'I’ve got plenty of reasons to hate Sebastian Monroe, the sexy lead singer of Heat Lightning.1.) He doesn’t remember our soul-scorching kiss ten years ago.2.) He very rudely refused to play at my home town’s 300th anniversary celebration.3.) He’s a hotel trashing, arrogant, hot mess.Really hot.Sooo hot...Turns out, though, that I’ve got something he the ability to mend his tattered reputation.He needs a fake fiancée, to make people think he’s left behind his hell-raising ways. And I’m willing to play nice to get what I want — a hometown appearance of America’s hottest Southern rock band. And now that I’m pretending to be his fiancée,I’ve got plenty of reasons to love Sebastian 1.) Turns out he’s just as good a kisser as he always was.2.) He’s hiding a big secret and a kinder heart than anyone gives him credit for.3.) Our little act is starting to feel just as real off-stage as on.The Rockstar's Fake Fiancé is a second chance, fake relationship with a... you guessed it, hot rockstar! It can be read as a standalone or part of the Fake It Till You Make It Series. less

From Bestselling author Kenzie Reed comes a hilarious, standalone, billionaire, enemies-to-lovers, hockey romance. I got pucked . . .Never in a million years did I think that I’d have to become a babysitter in order to secure my place as the publicist for the local NHL team, the Rovers.Yet here I am, organizing events to help rebuild the public image of their MVP, Mason Raker.The man may be hot, but his list of issues is longer than the hockey season... moreFrom Bestselling author Kenzie Reed comes a hilarious, standalone, billionaire, enemies-to-lovers, hockey romance. I got pucked . . .Never in a million years did I think that I’d have to become a babysitter in order to secure my place as the publicist for the local NHL team, the Rovers.Yet here I am, organizing events to help rebuild the public image of their MVP, Mason Raker.The man may be hot, but his list of issues is longer than the hockey season.He can’t stay out of trouble to save his life, but he will on my watch. Unless, of course, he’d like to wear a diaper and pacifier to our next event. If you think I’m joking, you’ve got another think coming.I got saddled with Satan, but I get my revenge with every new costume I force him to wear and every new event he’s mandated to attend.In all fairness, he’s been a good sport . . . mostly. And he’s more than easy to look at. I can’t help but admit he’s not as bad as I made him out to be. Every time we’re together, he chips away at my walls a little more.The hate has turned to heat, and sparks are flying. He’s doing major damage to my heart, and that’s just not acceptable.I’ve got plans. Big ones. And none of them involve spending even one night with the hottie, let alone a lifetime.Wait . . . what?Who said anything about forever?Not me. Nope. No chance. less