The True Love Club Series by J. S. Cooper

Did I perform a lap dance for my best friend's brother after a late night of partying?Well, if sitting on his lap, singing out-of-tune pop songs, and then falling asleep on him counts, then yes.Did I wake up in his bed with only his t-shirt on and spy on him getting dressed?Who's asking?Did I pretend to be interested in finance and becoming his new assistant just to make a move?Of course not...I absolutely love all things about 3D's, I mean VD's.. moreDid I perform a lap dance for my best friend's brother after a late night of partying?Well, if sitting on his lap, singing out-of-tune pop songs, and then falling asleep on him counts, then yes.Did I wake up in his bed with only his t-shirt on and spy on him getting dressed?Who's asking?Did I pretend to be interested in finance and becoming his new assistant just to make a move?Of course not...I absolutely love all things about 3D's, I mean VD's...or is it CD's?Foster Sloane is my best friend's brother. He's everything you want in a daydream fantasy. Golden brown eyes that seem to glow when they watch you. A teasing tantalizing smile that makes my heart beat faster than the timer on a stopwatch. And dark brown hair that just begs for my fingers to comb through it. If it wasn't obvious, I've had a crush on him since I was twelve. And now I'm twenty-two and I'm ready to make a move.Only Foster Sloane is not looking for love. He's the sort of man that puts career above everything else. He wants to be a millionaire before he's thirty. He wants to learn to fly. And he only dates models and actresses. He's not interested in not so little me, with my size twelve jeans and larger than life personality. I've always known that he only sees me as his sister's best friend, hot mess Alice, but I'm starting to wonder if he's starting to see me as more.You see there was this one text message, that lead to a phone call, which lead to me getting drunk and proceeding to give him the not-so-sexy lap dance. I'm not sure exactly where I'm headed, but as long as it brings me closer to him, I'm going for it. less

I just told my ‘too-handsome-for-his-own-good’ boss to take a long walk off of a short cliff.I’m so getting fired. And it’s not like I don’t need the job. I desperately need it.But I couldn’t help myself. Travis Covington is everything I hate in men: gorgeous, rich, smart, cocky, full-of-himself, dashing with a side of sexy, need I continue? And let’s just say that we have a history from before I got the job.A one-night stand sort of history, if you know what I mean... moreI just told my ‘too-handsome-for-his-own-good’ boss to take a long walk off of a short cliff.I’m so getting fired. And it’s not like I don’t need the job. I desperately need it.But I couldn’t help myself. Travis Covington is everything I hate in men: gorgeous, rich, smart, cocky, full-of-himself, dashing with a side of sexy, need I continue? And let’s just say that we have a history from before I got the job.A one-night stand sort of history, if you know what I mean. A one-night stand history that may or may not have ended with me throwing a cup of milk over his head while stuffing my face with leftover pizza (hey, it was good pizza). I may have followed up the milk throwing with a late next drunk text, which we all know never ends well.So, how did I, Molly Malone (and no, I’m not Irish) end up working for Travis Covington? Well, that’s a story in of itself. And where the story goes...well, no one would ever believe it. You’ll have to see for yourself. less