The Seattle Svenssons Series by Alina Jacobs

Armed with comfy pants, overpriced coffee, and a highly anxious emotional-support corgi, I prepare to face him. Corporate boss. Villain. Salinger Svensson. I step into his office. His perfect mouth twists into a sneer. There is no heart of gold beneath that suit, just a big black pit. He’s a shark in the frothy waters of high-stakes finance. He might be the quintessential asshole CEO, causing all in his path to quake in fear, but he’s never had to face down a basic bitch in her thirties... moreArmed with comfy pants, overpriced coffee, and a highly anxious emotional-support corgi, I prepare to face him. Corporate boss. Villain. Salinger Svensson. I step into his office. His perfect mouth twists into a sneer. There is no heart of gold beneath that suit, just a big black pit. He’s a shark in the frothy waters of high-stakes finance. He might be the quintessential asshole CEO, causing all in his path to quake in fear, but he’s never had to face down a basic bitch in her thirties. I am exactly like the other girls—I adore Starbucks, greige home decor, and making snarky jokes with my bestie. I’ve even inherited a stalker from an ill-advised singles party. Yeah, the stalker is… a problem, one I’m hoping will just go away if I ignore it. I can’t ignore him, though. He’s all broad shoulders and snide comments, picking apart everything about me as he circles me, going for the kill. He would never fire me, though. There’s no fun in that. He wants me to quit, to have a mental breakdown. Well, he can get in line behind my crazy gold-digging sister, my guilt-tripping mother, and the aforementioned stalker. Salinger pins me with his gaze. I brace myself, waiting for the verbal blow to come…. Instead, he says, “I need a date tonight, and unfortunately, it has to be you. ”. This is a full-length, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy, complete with smokin’ hot-but-morally gray heroes, a smidge of suspense, and of course the perfect happily ever after! Though this is intended to be a stand-alone book, it does take place after the recently completed Manhattan Svensson Brothers series. less

When your mean boss asks you if you’re ready to admit defeat—and move out of his car. .. you wonder where you went wrong in life. Two weeks ago, I was an optimistic office girl with a Pinterest vision board and a dream. Now? I’m standing in a billionaire’s penthouse office, trying not to throw a donut at his smug, perfect face. McCarthy Svensson is my new boss-slash-personal tormentor. Though he thinks he’s my only protector. He’s wrong... moreWhen your mean boss asks you if you’re ready to admit defeat—and move out of his car. .. you wonder where you went wrong in life. Two weeks ago, I was an optimistic office girl with a Pinterest vision board and a dream. Now? I’m standing in a billionaire’s penthouse office, trying not to throw a donut at his smug, perfect face. McCarthy Svensson is my new boss-slash-personal tormentor. Though he thinks he’s my only protector. He’s wrong. He’s way worse than the merry-go-round of ex fiancés who may or may not be stalking me, including ex-fiancé number one of three, who fakes his death then pops up out of a casket. Alive. Yes, I have a messy dating life. I like to think it makes me unique and quirky! He doesn’t seem to think so. When he growls, “I’m not helping you until you admit you need me,” I slam a binder against his chest and smile sweetly. “Pick your fake girlfriend, buddy. Deadline’s midnight. ”. He smirks. “As long as she’s nothing like you. ”. Cool. Now all I have to do is convince this ice-cold bastard that I’m exactly what he needs. .. No not like that! I’m trying to save his reputation and my job. And I’m not saving either if I keep letting him finger me in the back seat of his limo…gulp. Stalkers, hot but toxic bosses, a granny with a flamethrower… This full-length, stand-alone, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy with all of the crazy laughs and of course the perfect happily ever after! less

Someone is breaking into my house… and cleaning my kitchen. At first, I think I’ve lost my mind. Then I decide it’s kinda nice—until the death threats start. But worrying about stalkers is for people with disposable time. Which I do not have, thanks to my entire family showing up unannounced to move in with me. Yay! Surprise houseguests! As a mature adult woman in her thirties, my stalker is the closest thing to a relationship I’ve had in years... moreSomeone is breaking into my house… and cleaning my kitchen. At first, I think I’ve lost my mind. Then I decide it’s kinda nice—until the death threats start. But worrying about stalkers is for people with disposable time. Which I do not have, thanks to my entire family showing up unannounced to move in with me. Yay! Surprise houseguests! As a mature adult woman in her thirties, my stalker is the closest thing to a relationship I’ve had in years. No one’s lining up for a curvy woman with a bad attitude, bras with holes in them, and zero tolerance for man-children. And no, Mom, I don’t need you giving my number to every creepy guy you meet at the grocery store. I’m perfectly happy being single. I have my café, my neurotic overweight border collie, and the shadowy figure peering into my window. I don’t need a man. Except… I do need to find my newly single little sister a boyfriend-slash-meal-ticket so she (and the rest of my houseguests) will move out. I’d toss her to my mystery stalker, but he did my laundry, and I’m not ready to give up on those perks yet. Besides, I’ve already got the perfect man for billionaire, hot, and way out of my league. Better yet, I no longer have a crush on him, at least not since Fitzgerald Svensson served me eviction papers with a side of insults disguised as flirting. He keeps showing up at my sister’s dates. Yes, it’s a group activity. We’re recreating our toxic childhood dynamics here, m’kay? Which means he must be interested… right? Only problem—he’s hanging around me instead of her. But it’s an even bigger problem when I wake up one night pinned by a six-foot-five male with his hand over my mouth, his knee spreading my legs, whispering in my ear, “Surprise, Creampuff. ”. This is a standalone romantic comedy with a food delivery addicted dog, a hilarious Granny and a heroine of a certain age who has lowered her standards. HEA guaranteed! less