Holidays in LA Series by Kelly Reynolds

He used to date her roommate’s sister, but now he’s single and she’s ready to jingle… his balls.A California Christmas is all Nora’s ever known. She’s got everything she needs in Los Angeles – a flexible part-time nannying position, roommates who might as well be her family, and an acting career in the making. The last thing she’s looking for is a relationship... moreHe used to date her roommate’s sister, but now he’s single and she’s ready to jingle… his balls.A California Christmas is all Nora’s ever known. She’s got everything she needs in Los Angeles – a flexible part-time nannying position, roommates who might as well be her family, and an acting career in the making. The last thing she’s looking for is a relationship. So why does this redheaded, dirty-talking Brit suddenly have her tinsel in a twist?Bowie has a nasty habit of falling too hard, too quickly. When he finds himself suddenly single (yet again) just before the holidays, he decides to take his friends’ advice and try something new: a holiday fling. Seems easy enough until he meets Nora, the hypnotic, purple-haired goddess with curves for days, who just so happens to be his ex’s sister’s roommate.She just wants something casual for Christmas.He doesn’t think he’ll be able to let her go come Boxing Day.Can they turn their naughty month together into something nice forever?Meet Me in Los Feliz is a low-angst, high-heat holiday romance novella. This book features a “Soft Dom” short king with painted nails, a plus-size, tatted baddie who loves her body, one adorable wiener dog, and twelve-ish days of holiday shenanigans. Content Warnings:For adult readers only due to explicit (consensual) sexual content, alcohol, and recreational drug use. less

They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer... but what are the rules for resisting your hot fake fiancé?Getting evicted right before the holidays wasn't on Leighton's Christmas list. Rather than inconvenience any of her blissfully happy friends or run home to her family in *gasp* Ohio, she turns to her last Los Angeles' newest soccer coach and her boss' best friend, Killian... moreThey say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer... but what are the rules for resisting your hot fake fiancé?Getting evicted right before the holidays wasn't on Leighton's Christmas list. Rather than inconvenience any of her blissfully happy friends or run home to her family in *gasp* Ohio, she turns to her last Los Angeles' newest soccer coach and her boss' best friend, Killian. From his sunny disposition to his infuriatingly good looks, Killian's got a knack for pressing all of her buttons. Well, almost all of them. So, why can't she stop thinking about unwrapping his package?Killian only has one Christmas to finally make Leighton Wheatley his. He's been harboring feelings for the buxom babe for almost a year, but between his anxiety, her prickly attitude, and I-10 rush hour traffic, something always seems to get in the way. But now they're staying under the same roof - during the most romantic time of year - and he's finally got the opportunity he's been hoping for. That is until her family pays them a surprise visit for the holidays. Suddenly, he's being upgraded from roommate to fake fiancé... and much to Leighton's surprise, there's nothing fake about his feelings.As it turns out, Christmas isn't the only one coming fast this year.Venice Actually is a low-angst, high-heat holiday romance novella. This book features a British, golden retriever hero with Ted Lasso energy and Roy Kent f*ckability, a mid-size, pansexual sass queen with a thing for knitting, baking as a love language, sexy times on the soccer field, sexy times in the shower, and (naturally) sexy times while watching Murder She Wrote.Content Warnings:For adult readers only due to explicit (consensual) sexual content, recreational drug use, anxiety rep, PCOS rep, menstruation, generational trauma, and discussions about the death of a parent. less

The nice list is overrated . . . naughty girls have more fun. It's been almost a year since Nellie traded in her sleepy Midwest town for the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles. She and her sister are closer than ever, her vintage bungalow apartment by the beach is the stuff of HGTV dreams, and she’s one kick-ass holiday party away from winning over her law firm’s biggest account. Everything is going according to her color-coordinated, collated plans... moreThe nice list is overrated . . . naughty girls have more fun. It's been almost a year since Nellie traded in her sleepy Midwest town for the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles. She and her sister are closer than ever, her vintage bungalow apartment by the beach is the stuff of HGTV dreams, and she’s one kick-ass holiday party away from winning over her law firm’s biggest account. Everything is going according to her color-coordinated, collated plans. That is until she’s (literally) knocked off her feet by a Santa Claus on an electric scooter . . . who just so happens to be the hot neighbor who turned her down months ago. Austin isn’t used to people asking him out, especially not gorgeous women who live next door and do yoga in their living room. As a full-time photographer and part-time Santa who much prefers the company of his cats over people, he can’t help but feel like Nellie deserves more. But fate has other ideas for both of them this Christmas . . . like working together on Nellie’s holiday gift for her family. What begins as penance for a fractured foot quickly turns into gingerbread house decorating, late-night Die Hard screenings, and explicit hijinks on a Ferris Wheel. As it turns out, this Santa is packing a lot more than a sack full of toys, and Nellie’s only got one thing on her Christmas list this year: to be treated like the ho-ho-ho she really is.Santa Monica Baby is a low-angst, high-heat holiday romance novella. This book features a fat and fluffy, cat dad hero who masquerades as Santa (and knows his way around a bag of toys), an Elle Woods inspired lawyer with a thing for baked goods, breakfast sandwiches as a love language, finger blasting on a Ferris wheel, and one NSFW photo shoot under the Christmas tree. less