Breaking All The Rules Series by Cat Carmine

Working for my ex-boyfriend? Sure. But falling for him again? That’s a deal breaker. Dancing around my office in my bra isn’t exactly the way I’d have chosen to run into my ex for the first time in twelve years, but what can I say? Wes Lake has always had a knack for showing up at the most inopportune times. Unfortunately, he also has a knack for leaving. That’s why I’ve made every effort to put him out of my head — and my heart. But this time, he needs my help... moreWorking for my ex-boyfriend? Sure. But falling for him again? That’s a deal breaker. Dancing around my office in my bra isn’t exactly the way I’d have chosen to run into my ex for the first time in twelve years, but what can I say? Wes Lake has always had a knack for showing up at the most inopportune times. Unfortunately, he also has a knack for leaving. That’s why I’ve made every effort to put him out of my head — and my heart. But this time, he needs my help. Wes Lake, head of Manhattan’s preeminent real estate development firm, needs my tiny little marketing start-up to take on a special project at his company. The money’s too good to turn down, so even though I’m leery of working for my ex, I accept. There’s just one problem: I can’t stop kissing him. I know better. I swear I do. But that doesn’t stop my lips from being magnetically drawn to his every time we’re in the same room. Can you blame me? He’s gorgeous, wealthy, powerful — and he still remembers how to push all the right buttons. So to keep things professional, Wes and I strike another kind of deal. - No kissing. - No talking about the past. - No seeing each other outside of work. - Did I mention no kissing? Shouldn’t be a problem, right? Except I might have underestimated Wes. Because when it comes to business — or pleasure — he’ll do anything to seal the deal. Even if it means breaking my heart in the process. less

He’s the bad boy … but I’m the one breaking all the rules. I’ve always been the quintessential good girl. I don’t just follow the rules — I write them. As an advice columnist, I’m always telling people how to not screw up their lives. So you’d think I’d know better than to bang some random guy in a bar bathroom. But nope. Apparently not. Now I’ve got even bigger problems, though. Because it turns out that wasn’t just some random guy. It was Tyler Grant. Rich. Playboy... moreHe’s the bad boy … but I’m the one breaking all the rules. I’ve always been the quintessential good girl. I don’t just follow the rules — I write them. As an advice columnist, I’m always telling people how to not screw up their lives. So you’d think I’d know better than to bang some random guy in a bar bathroom. But nope. Apparently not. Now I’ve got even bigger problems, though. Because it turns out that wasn’t just some random guy. It was Tyler Grant. Rich. Playboy. Devastatingly gorgeous. Oh, and the publisher of my new dating advice book. All my instincts are telling me to run like hell. It’s what I’d advise anyone else to do. But nope. I’ve had a taste, and I’m hooked. Now I’m calling him at ungodly hours and showing up at his house drunk and begging for sex and tacos. In other words, breaking every rule in my own damn book. Of course, you don’t have to be an advice columnist to know a bad boy and a good girl are never going to work out. Someone’s going to get their heart broken. And my guess? It isn’t going to be him. less

One bad boss. One regrettable night. One laugh-out-loud romantic comedy! I moved to New York to prove to everyone that I could — that I wasn’t the baby they all thought I was. So landing a plum job working for Logan Cartwright at the prestigious Cartwright Diamonds should have been a dream come true. Then I show up for my first day, and my new boss has no idea who I am. He thinks I’m the Muffin Girl (whatever that is.) Turns out, he only hired me because he thought I was a guy... moreOne bad boss. One regrettable night. One laugh-out-loud romantic comedy! I moved to New York to prove to everyone that I could — that I wasn’t the baby they all thought I was. So landing a plum job working for Logan Cartwright at the prestigious Cartwright Diamonds should have been a dream come true. Then I show up for my first day, and my new boss has no idea who I am. He thinks I’m the Muffin Girl (whatever that is.) Turns out, he only hired me because he thought I was a guy. (Thanks Mom and Dad, for naming me Blake. #notawkwardatall) But I’m not letting go that easily. I need this job, and I’m damn well going to fight for it. Even if Logan Cartwright happens to be the boss from hell. Even if he keeps looking at me with those smoldering blue eyes. Even if he kisses me in his limo. And again in his office. Even if he happens to drive me equal parts crazy and wild. Logan Cartwright might have a reputation to uphold — heartbreaker, tycoon, jackhole — but I have something to prove, too. Let’s see who breaks first. less