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Whitney G. - The ​Epilogue
This ​is us. This is our messed up love. This is turbulence.

Whitney G. - Come ​Fly with Me
A ​collection of mile-high club romances from New York Times bestselling author, Whitney G. This collection includes Turbulence, The Layover: A Novella, & Two Weeks Notice.

Whitney G. - Mi ​jefe
La ​carrera de Claire Gracen como directora de marketing no podía ser más meteórica, y, además, estaba felizmente casada con el hombre del que había estado enamorada desde la adolescencia; su vida era perfecta… Espera… ¡No! Era satisfactoria y asombrosa, pero un día se dio cuenta de que todo era mentira, una mentira en la que su mejor amiga y su marido la habían engañado de la peor forma posible. Para superar la ruptura y la decepción, Claire se obliga a hacer un cambio de aires: nuevo trabajo, nueva ciudad, nuevas amigas… Es entonces cuando capta el interés del hombre más sexy que haya conocido nunca, Jonathan Statham. Jonathan es diferente a todos los hombres que han pasado por su vida: es dominante, está acostumbrado a conseguir lo que quiere, cuando quiere y como quiere, y no está dispuesto a aceptar un no por respuesta… Pero, a pesar de la innegable química que hay entre ellos, Claire lo intenta rechazar… porque es más joven que ella. Sin embargo, la vida da muchas vueltas, y poco después descubre que Jonathan es el fundador de la empresa donde ella trabaja. Su jefe.

Whitney G. - At ​Last
If ​you ask me if Jonathan Statham makes me happy, I’ll say ‘Absolutely. He’s the man of my dreams and I can’t wait to marry him.’ If you ask me why my ex-husband Ryan is currently one inch away from me—staring into my eyes and pressing his hand against my cheek, I’ll say, ‘I have no fucking idea…’ Claire Gracen finally has the life she’s always wanted: A career she loves, a man who’s willing to do any and everything for her, and friends that show her the true meaning of the word ‘friendship.’ As she and Jonathan prepare to make the ultimate commitment to one another and plan the wedding of her dreams, she quickly realizes that the hurtful past she left behind in Pittsburgh is a lot closer than she thought. Sexy, unpredictable, and as charmingly clever as ‘Mid Life Love,’ ‘At Last’ will captivate you from the first page and never let you go. **This is a companion novel to Mid Life Love**

Whitney G. - Break ​Up with Him, for Me
Please ​leave your message at the sound of the beep ... Penelope, I know that it's three o'clock in the morning, but I need to get this off my chest. I can't give you any more advice on landing this other guy, can't tell you another "sexy" thing that you should do, or suggest a new set of filthy words that you should text him late at night. As your best friend, I've reached my limit, and I can honestly say that he doesn't deserve you. I'm not saying all of this because I'm f*cking jealous, or because he had the audacity to say that he makes more money than me. (I still can't find his name on the Forbes 500 list, and I know damn well that he's renting that Ferrari, but that's a story for a different day.) He's not who you think he is, and the better man has always been right in front of you ... You have every reason to never give me a chance since you know me better than anyone, and you agree with all the tabloids calling me The Cocky King of New York, and the Untamed Playboy of Manhattan. But I honestly believe that you're better off with someone else, and I need you to see. I'm not asking for too much ... I just want you to break up with him, for me.

Whitney G. - The ​Office Party
I ​can’t believe that I pulled my boss’s name for our company’s annual Secret Santa tradition… As the devil incarnate, this infuriating, cocky bastard never gives us the holidays off, and he honestly expects us to be grateful for his generous alternative: The Office Party. It’s a mandatory, all-expenses trip for two weeks at a surprise luxury resort—where we still have to work twelve to fifteen hours a day. I’m so over this… So, I put zero percent effort into his gift. I tear the tag off whatever my sister gifts me, add a five-dollar amazon gift card, and hand it off to him. It’s not until my sister sends me a text that I realize how terrible of a decision that was. Georgia: Why haven’t you sent me a 'LOL' about the brand-new vibrator I got you? I really do hope that you use your boss’s face as a muse, like my note says. :-) If that’s not bad enough, this year’s "luxury trip" will be in my hometown--the place I've avoided for years. At the resort that my grandmother owns... If the universe gets me out of this, I will never ‘regift’ anything ever again…

Whitney G. - Thirty ​Day Boyfriend
I ​should've never agreed to this arrangement... Thirty days ago, my boss--Mr. Wolf of Wall Street, came to me with an offer I couldn't refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancée for one month. If I agreed, he would let me out of my employment contract with a "very generous" severance package. The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing, no actual sex. Just pretend to love each other for the press, even though I've secretly wanted to knock that sexy smirk off his face since the first day we met. I definitely didn't need to think twice about this. I signed my name and started counting down the seconds to when I would never have to deal with his special brand of ass-holery again. I only made it to one minute... We argued the entire four-hour flight to his hometown, failed to make a convincing impression with the welcoming press, and right when I was about to knock that arrogant look off his face in real life? He purposely dropped his bath towel in front of me, distracting me with his nine-inch cock to "show me who the bigger person was" in our relationship. Then he gave me his trademark smirk once again and asked if I wanted to consummate our marriage. Tragically, this is only day one. We still have 29 more days to go...

Whitney G. - Can ​I Come Over
*It ​all started with a sex scene…* Well, I was failing to write a sex scene. As an author of over fifty smut books, I was struggling to do what I did best. So, for fun, I asked one of my best online friends for some help. *I really shouldn’t have done that…* He wrote the scene far better than I ever could, and seven months of platonic, yet-flirty friendship were wiped away in ten minutes. *He asked to meet me in person…* We’d previously agreed to keep things digital, to remain faceless friends—since he was forty-two, and I was twenty-six, but neither of us could resist. When I saw him at the airport, I was instantly attracted to him. But I knew, right then and there, that we could never be. It turns out that the man I’d been talking to for the past several months was the last person I expected. The last person I should ever think about… He’s my dad’s best friend.

Whitney G. - Reasonable ​Doubt 1.
My ​cock has an appetite. A huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar... (Although, that's a story for another day.) As a high profile lawyer, I don't have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online. My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats. This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. At least it was , until "Alyssa"... She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades. But then she came into my firm for an interview—a college-intern interview, and everything fucking changed...

Whitney G. - Carter ​y Arizona
Solo ​amigos. Solo somos amigos. No, en serio. Arizona es solo mi mejor amiga… Arizona Turner y Carter James son amigos inseparables desde los nueve años. Se lo han contado siempre todo el uno al otro y se han apoyado en todas sus «primeras veces». Y, por supuesto, han sido mutuo paño de lágrimas cuando las relaciones que han mantenido con otras personas han fracasado… Pero a lo largo de los años, a pesar de todo lo que han pensado los demás sobre ellos y su amistad, jamás han traspasado la línea. Nunca se les ha ocurrido. Nunca han querido... Hasta que una noche todo cambió. Así que quizá ahora… Solo amigos. Solo somos amigos. O eso seguiré diciendo hasta que averigüe si Carter sigue siendo «solo» mi mejor amigo.

Whitney G. - King ​of Lies
The ​man I fell in love with is a f-cking liar... I don't have much time to reveal all the details, but I will say this: The "Woman disappears after wedding" and "Woman flees after honeymoon" headlines are lying. I'm not missing. I didn't run away after my wedding. I would've never run away right after our amazing honeymoon. My husband has taken me. No, correction: He's kidnapped me because he claims that "its what's best." That I'm a mere pawn in his twisted game of chess. Despite the fact that my heart is still tethered to his, or the fact that he's still the most gorgeous and beautiful man I've ever met in my life (he can still make me wet with a single sentence), I have to focus on getting away from him. I have to accept that he's no longer the man I fell in love with. He's the king of lies... King of Lies is the first episode in the Empire of Lies series.

Whitney G. - Dirty ​Doctor
Being ​a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them. Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. (This would be acceptable if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not. I'm supposed to be a goddamn therapist...) When my team finally came to their senses and decided to bring someone more competent into the practice last month, I was actually elated. Until I realized that our new "doctor" was none other than the woman I was supposed to meet over dinner two weeks ago. The same woman who stood me up with nothing more than an "I can't meet you anymore, sorry," after we agreed to move our online talks into reality. I haven't forgotten any of the filthy fantasies she told me about, and I never deleted our dirty messages. And if she thinks that I'm going to act like a "professional" and pretend like that shit never happened, she has another thing coming...

Whitney G. - Utálattal: ​Ethan / Utálattal: Rachel
Tartsd ​közel a barátaidat, de még közelebb az ellenségeidet… Hétéves korom óta utáltam Rachel Dawsont. A szomszédom és az első számú esküdt ellenségem volt. Hála neki, szinte az összes gyerekkori veszekedésünk úgy végződött, hogy felgyújtottam valamijét. (Vagy fordítva.) Árulkodott a szüleimnek, ha takarodó után értem haza. Árulkodtam a szüleinek, amikor hazudott, hogy van-e barátja. Így ment közöttünk az adok-kapok a gimi alatt, és amikor egyetemre mentünk, kölcsönösen megfogadtuk, hogy soha többé nem állunk szóba egymással. Egészen addig, amíg fel nem bukkant nálam az egyetem utolsó évében, átmeneti szállást kérve. Amíg rá nem döbbentem, hogy mennyi minden megváltozott közöttünk, és egyre nehezebb lett megtartani tőle az öröknek hitt távolságot… Izgalmas és rendhagyó szerelmi történet, váltott szemszögből. A magyar kiadásban helyet kapott a történet plusz fejezete is, az Utálattal: Rachel. Hagyd, hogy elraboljon!

Whitney G. - Over ​Us, Over You
Subject: ​Delete this message after you read it... Dear Hayley, I'm assuming you're still hungover, so I'll make this brief. Last night, you slipped under my sheets (without my permission), and we almost had sex. I got the hell out of the bed once I realized it was you, and I took you home. That's the story. The end. Period. Just in case you've forgotten, you're my best friend's little sister. We will never be anything more. (We can't be anything more.) Our previous friendship is still unresolved--or "over" in your terms, so I'd prefer if we worked on becoming 'just friends' again since you're in town. Nonetheless, I'm not a man who leaves questions unanswered--even the drunken ones, so to properly close our inappropriate conversation: 1) Yes, I liked the way your lips felt against mine when you were on top of me. 2) Yes, I do "prefer" rough sex, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't rough with you. 3) No, I had no idea you were still a virgin... This message never happened, Corey

Whitney G. - On ​a Tuesday
We ​met on a Tuesday. Became best friends, then lovers, on a Tuesday. And everything fell apart on a Tuesday... Charlotte Taylor has three automatic strikes in my book: 1) She hates me. She also claims that I'm a "domineering jerk with a huge, overbearing ego." (I do have something huge. It's not my ego, though.) 2) She takes our mandatory tutoring sessions way too seriously. 3) She's sexy as hell...And a virgin. At least, those were her strikes before our study sessions started lasting longer than they were supposed to. Until one innocent kiss became a hundred dirty ones, and until she became the first woman I ever fell hard for. Our future together after graduation was supposed to be set: Professional football for me. Law school for her. But she left me at the end of the semester with no explanation, and then she completely disappeared from my life. Until tonight. We met on a Tuesday. Became everything, then nothing, on a Tuesday. And now it's seven years later, on a Tuesday...

Whitney G. - Turbulencias
Poséeme… ​Bésame con fuerza… Tómame una y otra vez… Al principio fue lo de siempre: chico conoce chica, chico conquista chica, chico se acuesta con chica. Nuestra historia debería haber terminado justo después de la primera vez, cuando cada uno se fue por su lado. Pero nos volvimos a encontrar… en otras circunstancias. Unas circunstancias prohibidas. Y ninguno de los dos fue capaz de resistirse. Las reglas eran sencillas, la pasión puro escándalo, y nuestros corazones estaban a salvo… Sin embargo, cuando algo lo consume todo, algo que es tan seductor como irreprimible, arriesgas todo lo que tienes para seguir disfrutándolo, incluso aunque esté destinado a estrellarse y arder. Pero así somos nosotros. Así es nuestro amor imperfecto. Lleno de turbulencias…

Whitney G. - Naughty ​Boss
He ​definitely wasn't supposed to get that email... Subject: My Boss. Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch. I honestly can't wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I'm quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS. All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his "mouth of perfection" or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER. Your bestie, Mya PS--Please tell me your day is going better than mine... Subject: Re: My Boss. No, you haven't already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you've sent me this email directly, I know now... Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.) You don't have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you're quitting. I'm standing outside your office at this very moment. ( Open the door. ) No comment on your "fantasies," although I highly doubt they're "long over." Your boss, Michael PS--Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours...

Whitney G. - Alapos ​kétely
A ​farkamnak megvan a maga étvágya – ami nagy és igen sajátos étvágy. Olyan nőt akar, aki szőke, formás és lehetőleg nem egy kibaszott hazudozó. (Hogy miért, az egy külön sztori.) Menő ügyvédként nincs vesztegetni való időm párkapcsolatra, ezért névtelen csevegéssel és interneten megismert nőkkel elégítem ki az igényeimet. A szabályok egyszerűek: egy vacsora, egy éjszaka, zéró ismétlés. Ez csak alkalmi szex. Nem több, nem kevesebb. Legalábbis így volt egészen Alyssáig. Ő egy 27 éves ügyvédnő, könyvgyűjtő és állítása szerint a legkevésbé sem vonzó. Elvileg jogi tanácsokat adtam neki késő esténként, és rábízhattam a heti kalandjaim részleteit. De aztán bejött a cégemhez egy interjúra. Egy hallgatóknak kiírt gyakornoki pozícióra… És rohadtul megváltozott minden. Az év egyik legerotikusabb könyve, amiben a forró jelenetek mögött mély lélektani összefüggések bontakoznak ki a múltbéli drámák felszínre kerülésével. Hagyd, hogy elraboljon!

Nicole London - Whitney G. - My ​Enemy Next Door
"You ​are a cocky, arrogant asshole and I sincerely wish you misery for the rest of your life...PS--You weren't *that* damn sexy... " Those were the last lines I wrote in Jace Kennedy's yearbook before graduating high school. Enemies from the moment we met, we went out of our way to avoid each other whenever we could. And in the moments that we couldn't? Our heated arguments were strong enough to light the world on fire. He was an all-star prick. Plain and simple. I was a "band geek with fugly-ass braces." (Not true at all.) Needless to say, I couldn't wait to leave him and our small hometown of Blue Harbor behind. Now that it's ten years later, I've graduated from Harvard Law at the top of my class, and I'm working at the firm of my dreams. I'm happier than I've ever been, surrounded by new loyal friends, and ready to compete for the lead lawyer position. Until I find out that Jace Kennedy graduated from law school, too. Until I realize that he'll be working at the same exact firm, in the office right across from me. And if that isn't unfortunate enough, he's far sexier and way more arrogant than I originally remembered. (Oh, and last night he moved in next door...)

Whitney G. - My ​last resolution
My ​boyfriend is an asshole. A pure, one of a kind, I-wish-I-was-making-this-up asshole. Every year, I write "Dump his ass" as my most important resolution, but I've never done it. Until now. Well, kind of ... Instead of showing up to our "secret" engagement party, I've shown up to the airport--ready and willing to go wherever the next flight is bound. Determined to keep and fulfill all of my resolutions, I'm proud of myself for finally striking out on my own. Until I never make it to my final destination. Until the sexy stranger who sat next to me on the plane changes everything. Until my "last resolution" is fulfilled a lot earlier than I thought...

Whitney G. - Late ​Night Kisses
The ​Official Recipe for Nathan Benson: 2 cups cockiness 1 mouth that's far sexier when it's shut 1 huge ego that can't fit in the damn mixer 1 BIG, HARD co--Well, you get the picture... As a pastry chef, I can tell exactly what a man is made of the moment he walks through my shop's frosted glass doors. So, the moment Nathan Benson showed up over half an hour late to our blind date (with no explanation), caught the gaze of every woman in the diner with his panty-melting smile, and said, "I personally don't think we should waste any more of our time sitting here talking," after only five minutes of conversation, I knew he was one of the rudest concoctions ever created. I also knew there was no way in hell I was going to see him again. Or, so I thought. Days after I abandoned him on our first date, he tracked me down with one hell of a way to get me to agree to a second one. (And a third, and a fourth.) I swear if it weren't for the fact that I was being blackmailed by the sexiest man I've ever met, I would've reported him to the authorities a long time ago. Then again, holding out for a few late night kisses (and maybe a bit more) from his mouth of perfection may not be a complete recipe for disaster after all...

Whitney G. - Reasonable ​Doubt 3.
I ​hate him… I hate that I fell in love with him, I hate that he didn’t love me back, and I hate the fact that I just made a life-altering decision just so I could get the hell away from him. He’d always said that he was unchangeable, heartless, and cold… I really should’ve believed him…

Whitney G. - Barátod: ​Carter
Barátok ​vagyunk. Csak barátok. De tényleg… Arizona Turner negyedik óta a legjobb barátom. Akkor is az volt, amikor éppen „utáltuk” egymást. Az első csókokon, az első randikon, az első csalódásokon át támogattuk egymást. (Még az egyetemeink is pár perc távolságra voltak egymástól…) Annyi éven át – mondjon bárki bármit – sose léptük át azt a bizonyos határt. Nem is gondoltam rá. Nem akartam rá gondolni. Ám egy éjszaka minden megváltozott. Legalábbis mindennek meg kellett volna változnia… Barátok vagyunk. Csak barátok. Mondogatom, amíg ki nem derül, tényleg „csak” a legjobb barátom-e… Üde, szívderítő olvasmány tavaszi töltekezéshez, nyári strandoláshoz, őszi lazuláshoz és téli kuckózáshoz. Szurkolj te is a bimbózó románc hőseinek!

Whitney G. - No ​Doubts - Teil 1.
Im ​Zweifel für die Liebe ... Wenn Andrew Hamilton eines hasst, dann sind es Lügner. Seit er vor sechs Jahren auf schreckliche und herzzerreißende Art hintergangen wurde, traut der erfolgreiche Anwalt niemandem mehr. Er hat keine Familie, keine Freunde. Und bei Frauen verfolgt er die eiserne Regel: ein Abendessen, eine gemeinsame Nacht, keine Wiederholung. Die einzige Person, die ihm etwas bedeutet, ist Alyssa, eine Anwältin, die er vor einigen Monaten in einem Jura-Online-Forum kennengelernt hat und der er Ratschläge für ihre Fälle gibt. Zwischen den beiden hat sich so etwas wie Freundschaft entwickelt - auch wenn sie sich noch nie gesehen haben. Doch dann taucht Alyssa in seiner Firma auf - mit anderem Namen und als Praktikantin! Und von einem Moment auf den anderen ändert sich alles ...

Whitney G. - No ​Doubts - Teil 3.
Er ​hat immer gesagt, dass er herzlos und kalt ist und sich niemals ändern wird. Hätte ich ihm doch nur geglaubt ... Andrews und Aubreys Liebe war vom ersten Augenblick an wild, verboten, stürmisch - und das Beste, was die beiden je erlebt haben. Doch Andrews Vergangenheit hat ihr Glück zerstört. Kann es jemals ein Happy End für sie geben?

Whitney G. - No ​Doubts - Teil 2.
Ich ​muss sie gehen lassen. Denn sie kann niemals mir gehören ... Eigentlich hatte Andrew, was Frauen angeht, klare Regeln: ein Abendessen, eine gemeinsame Nacht, keine Wiederholung. Doch seit der erfolgreiche Anwalt die junge Studentin Aubrey kennenlernte, ist nichts mehr wie zuvor. Er kann sich nicht von ihr fernhalten, egal wie sehr er es auch versucht. Auch nicht, als seine schreckliche Vergangenheit ans Licht zu kommen droht -

Whitney G. - Mit ​dir um die Welt
Die ​Regeln waren so einfach. Hätten wir doch nur unsere Herzen besser beschützt ... Es sollte ein One-Night-Stand sein - schmutzig, schnell und vor allem eins: einmalig. Als Gillian Taylor und Jake Weston sich in New York begegnen und die heißeste Nacht ihres Lebens miteinander verbringen, rechnen sie nicht damit, dass sie sich wenig später erneut gegenüberstehen - in einem Flugzeug, tausend Meter über dem Boden. Wie beim ersten Mal ist die Anziehungskraft zwischen ihnen überwältigender als alles, was sie je zuvor erlebt haben. Doch Jake ist der erfolgreichste Pilot bei Elite Airlines - und Gillian seine Stewardess. Eine Beziehung zwischen ihnen ist verboten. Und was noch viel schwerer wiegt: Sie beide verbergen ein düsteres Geheimnis, das es ihnen unmöglich macht, andere nahe an sich heranzulassen. Nur dass ihnen ihre Herzen jetzt keine Wahl zu lassen scheinen ...

Whitney G. - Forget ​You, Ethan
Keep ​your friends close and your enemies closer... I've hated Rachel Dawson since I was seven years old. My next door neighbor and number one sworn enemy, she's the reason why almost all of our childhood fights ended with me setting something of hers on fire. (Or, vice versa.) She snitched on me when I broke curfew. I snitched on her when she lied about having a boyfriend. We went back and forth like this throughout high school, both vowing to never talk to each other again when we went off to college. But that was until she showed up at my apartment during my senior year and asked me for a temporary place to stay. Until I realized just how much between us had changed, and the line I thought we'd never cross became harder and harder to ignore...

Whitney G. - On ​a Wednesday
We ​met on a Wednesday. Became enemies, then lovers, on a Wednesday. And we made a final promise before saying goodbye, on a Wednesday … Kyle Stanton is the cockiest playboy who has ever set foot on this university’s campus. He’s also the last person on earth that I want to interview for my senior thesis since: 1) I haven’t forgotten how he left me hanging for a group project during our freshman year. 2) He has a tendency to believe that any woman who breathes in his direction wants him. 3) Did I mention how infuriatingly cocky he is? If I hear him utter the phrase, “No need to stare, I’ll let you ride it up close and personal, just say the word,” one more time, I will scream. At least, those are my initial impressions until he proposes “a perfect deal” that works in our best interest. Until one filthy kiss changes everything, and he shows me a side of himself that makes me fall in love. We only have one semester left together, though … He’s bound for the professional football league, and I’m bound for London. We promise to remain long-distance “friends,” but a brutal argument tears us apart, and we haven’t spoken to each other since. Until now. We met on a Wednesday. Became everything, then nothing, on a Wednesday. And now he’s shown up to my engagement party, all these years later, on a Wednesday … On a Wednesday is a standalone inspired by Adele’s “Someone Like You.”

Whitney G. - Falling ​for Mr. Statham
**BOOK ​1: Resisting the Boss ** Claire Gracen's life is picture perfect. Her career as a marketing director is on the brink of being legendary, and her marriage to her high school sweetheart has never been stronger. No, wait. It has. It used to be amazing and fulfilling, but one day Claire realizes that she's been living a lie and her best friend and husband have committed the ultimate betrayal. Broken and depressed, Claire is in need of something new--new city, new job, new friends. When she happens to attract the interest of the sexiest man she's ever met, a man significantly younger than her, she immediately turns him down--only to later discover that this man is Jonathan Statham, self-made billionaire and CEO of Statham Industries. Her boss. Jonathan Statham is unlike any man she's met before. He's used to getting whatever he wants--whenever he wants, and he isn't about to take no for an answer. Sexy, unpredictable, and charmingly clever, Mid Life Love is a story that will captivate you, entertain you, and force you to fall deeply in love with the characters. **BOOK 2: Loving the Boss (Mid Life Love: At Last)** Claire Gracen finally has the life she's always wanted: A career she loves, a man who's willing to do any and everything for her, and friends that show her the true meaning of the word 'friendship.' As she and Jonathan prepare to make the ultimate commitment to one another and plan the wedding of her dreams, she quickly realizes that the hurtful past she left behind in Pittsburgh is a lot closer than she thought.

Whitney G. - Two ​Weeks Notice
To ​Whom It May Concern: I am writing this letter to formally announce my resignation from Parker International (& the arrogant, condescending CEO) effective two weeks from today. This was a VERY EASY decision to make, as the past two years have been utterly miserable. I wish his next executive assistant all the luck in the world (she'll need it) and if my boss should need me to do anything over the next two weeks, kindly tell him that he can do it [his] goddamn self... Sincerely (Not Really), Tara Lauren That's the version of my two weeks' notice I should've sent to my boss, because the more professional version--the one where I said I was "grateful for all the opportunities," and "honored by all the rewarding experiences" over the years? That letter was rejected with his sexy, trademark smirk and an "I highly suggest you read the fine print of your contract..." So, I did. And now I've realized that unless I fake my death, poison him, or find a way to renegotiate my impossible contract, I'm stuck working under one of the cockiest and most ruthless bosses in New York. Then again, I thought that was the case until he called me late last night with an emergency proposition...

Whitney G. - Naughty, ​Dirty, Cocky
Alpha ​males, sassy heroines, and steamy sex have never been better... Naughty, Dirty, Cocky is complete the first volume of the New York Times bestselling Steamy Coffee Read Series from Whitney G. Stay after hours with the Naughty Boss, be sure to get checked out by the Dirty Doctor, and make sure you're prepared to work both inside and outside the bedroom with the Cocky Client. Each novella is a standalone that features an alpha hero, feisty heroine, and toe curling sex. (They are also best devoured over a steamy hot cup of coffee)