A Novel Deception Series by Melanie Marchande

I’m about to throw an ashtray at my boss’s head. Turns out, the mind behind my favorite, steamy romance novels...the ones I only read in private...the ones that are my only escape after a long day of dealing with The Boss From Hell? It’s not Natalie McBride, the sweet, rural housewife. It’s him. That’s right: my boss, Adrian Risinger, the thirty-three-year-old, maddeningly sexy, pissant billionaire “bad boy" who thinks he runs my life... moreI’m about to throw an ashtray at my boss’s head. Turns out, the mind behind my favorite, steamy romance novels...the ones I only read in private...the ones that are my only escape after a long day of dealing with The Boss From Hell? It’s not Natalie McBride, the sweet, rural housewife. It’s him. That’s right: my boss, Adrian Risinger, the thirty-three-year-old, maddeningly sexy, pissant billionaire “bad boy" who thinks he runs my life. He is also the author of all my deepest, most secret fantasies. And to make matters worse, he needs me to impersonate “Natalie” at a series of book signings and conventions. But, of course, that’s only if I want to keep my job. On second thought, I’m going to need something heavier than an ashtray. less

It’s February 14th. I’m blindfolded, on a private jet, while my ex-boss and current boyfriend talks dirty to me, but won’t touch me. Just another day in the life. Where and when does this game end? I’m not exactly sure. When it comes to the fine art of the mindf*ck, Adrian Risinger can go all night. Following the rules was never my forte, so I’m not sure if our Valentine’s Day is going to end in a punishment or a reward... moreIt’s February 14th. I’m blindfolded, on a private jet, while my ex-boss and current boyfriend talks dirty to me, but won’t touch me. Just another day in the life. Where and when does this game end? I’m not exactly sure. When it comes to the fine art of the mindf*ck, Adrian Risinger can go all night. Following the rules was never my forte, so I’m not sure if our Valentine’s Day is going to end in a punishment or a reward. Luckily, I’m pretty sure I’m looking forward to both options equally. Game, set, and match, Mr. Risinger. less

There’s a sexy, sarcastic billionaire in my bed, and he’s wearing a wedding ring. How did this happen? Oh, right. Last year, I found out my insufferable boss was secretly a steamy romance author, and me? I was his unwitting muse. That kind of thing can really charm the pants off a girl - if she’s a little bit nuts. Thankfully, I’ve never had more than a passing interest in normalcy... moreThere’s a sexy, sarcastic billionaire in my bed, and he’s wearing a wedding ring. How did this happen? Oh, right. Last year, I found out my insufferable boss was secretly a steamy romance author, and me? I was his unwitting muse. That kind of thing can really charm the pants off a girl - if she’s a little bit nuts. Thankfully, I’ve never had more than a passing interest in normalcy. Next stop, marital bliss! I mean, what could go wrong? It’s not like I have any ambivalent feelings about hooking up with the guy who made my life hell for five years. And it’s not as if Adrian accumulated a long list of enemies in his rise to the top. And we’re *definitely* not so stubborn that it’ll be a struggle to put away our pride and make things work. Okay, so maybe all those things are true. But at the end of the day, all you need is love…and spankings. At least, I sure hope so. less

There are only two people in the world that I truly hate. One of them is unpacking his toothbrush in my bathroom, and the other one is texting me to find out what color my panties are. Pathetic, I know. I'm a romance novelist caught between the man I used to love, and the one who wants to destroy my career. Well - maybe "destroy" is too strong of a word. But there's still no excuse for why I started a secret cyber-affair with a snarky reviewer who likes to rip my books apart... moreThere are only two people in the world that I truly hate. One of them is unpacking his toothbrush in my bathroom, and the other one is texting me to find out what color my panties are. Pathetic, I know. I'm a romance novelist caught between the man I used to love, and the one who wants to destroy my career. Well - maybe "destroy" is too strong of a word. But there's still no excuse for why I started a secret cyber-affair with a snarky reviewer who likes to rip my books apart. Yes, he's mysterious, and yes, he has a silver tongue, but I can't keep doing this.I have to focus on my fake relationship, with my *real* ex, all in the name of fooling my family. They think I've found the love of my life, and I'm determined not to let them find out the truth.That I lied. That my "dream guy" is really a selfish dirtbag who broke my heart. That the closest thing I have to a soulmate is a stranger on the internet, who's happy to sext me while believing I'm in a committed relationship.It all started with five little words.Based on a true story... less