Play
Play Series | Book 1
I know what I want. It's not Max Donovan.
To hell with his money, his gaming empire, and his joystick.
I'm Payton Blake. A twenty-something girl living the dream.
Sure, my co-workers are misogynists, my best friend might be an undercover spy, and the only love I've been getting is from Jorge the Nightstand Boyfriend.
Welcome to the modern world.
I’m not looking for real love. Even if I had time in my day after trying to keep pace with the salesmen in my office and fixing the financial problems my mom landed in after getting sick? Max Donovan is the last guy I'd call.
The gamer-turned-CEO has blue eyes you could drown in. A piercing that makes me bite my lip. And a lot of women would pay money to see that man with his joystick.
But he's arrogant. Cocky. Jaded. Did I mention divorced?
I know this because Max just became my pseudo-celebrity client. Now I need him every bit as much as he needs me.
I'd be stupid to risk everything for a man who'll only play with my heart.
Even if he's way deeper than he shows the world.
Even if I want him to let me in so I can figure out why he's as cynical as he is brilliant.
Even if what we find in each other is more real than any game...
NSFW
Play Series | Book 2
Being bad never felt this good...
Avery Banks is a shark. The tall, blond, panty-melting kind with zero patience and even less forgiveness.
He’s also my boss.
Good thing I’m the Mae West of executive assistants. I live to put grown men in their place.
He wasn't supposed to find out.
Now he's made it his personal mission to screw me like I screwed him.
I wasn’t supposed to like it.
Avery's new game is hot. Messy. Twisted. And what we're doing is strictly NSFW.
Luckily Avery and I have one thing in common.
We both suck at following the rules.
Rise
Play Series | Book 3
I’m Riley McKay. The perfect boyfriend.
I’m rich, good looking, and can climb a mountain with my bare hands. I remember birthdays and anniversaries. Plus, I’m a nice guy.
Your mom will love me. Your dad will respect me (in that grudging way dads do when they know you’re screwing their daughter).
And when it ends, which—let’s be honest—it always does?
I’m nice then too.
There’s nothing missing from my life of serial monogamy. Definitely not the girl who walked away ten years ago without a word.
The one who drops back into my life like a fireball when I least expect it.
The only woman I couldn’t do ‘nice’ with.
They say you can’t rise without the fall.
With her, I’ve already fallen. No matter how sexy she is, or how fascinating, or how much I need her help with the Hollywood movie adaptation of Titan's newest game? I won’t fall for Sam again.
Because falling is easy. Getting up is a b*tch.