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He's destined for the White House and engaged to be married next month. Except he just married me instead. While drunk in Vegas. Bradford Black. He's powerful. Rich as sin. And he's now my husband. His fiancée hates me. His political advisors want me gone. The world can't get enough of me and the scandal we've caused. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to pretend none of this is happening. But, oh God. My husband doesn't care about the scandal because all he cares about is me. He's possessive, grumpy, and determined for us to stay married.

Two hours before I'm supposed to say "I do," I run. Right into the arms of Ethan Black. He finds me in a cloud of white lace and sheer panic, stranded in the middle of a Manhattan traffic jam. My savior in a suit. He doesn't care about my last name, my fame, or the scandal brewing in my wake. All he sees is me. And for the first time, I dare to believe in the possibility of a different future. But freedom comes at a price. Falling for Ethan might be the most reckless thing I've ever done. It might cost me everything.

My ex’s best friend just paid a million dollars for a date with me. I’ve known Beckett Pearce for two years. I’ve disliked him for just as long. He’s been voted New York’s most eligible bachelor twice. And it’s not just his billions they want him for. He’s an eleven in a ten world, but I can’t imagine anything worse than dating him. He may have money, power, and good looks, but he’s also arrogant and infuriating. Yet here I am. On a million-dollar date with my ex’s best friend.

Gage Black is my daughter's best friend's dad. He's emotionally unreadable, arrogant, and has been silently assessing me with those dark eyes since we met a year ago. I want nothing to do with him, but when our girls pull us into each other's lives, we're suddenly navigating shared logistics, school events, and far too many lingering glances.

From USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nina Levine comes books 1-3 of the Escape with a Billionaire series.

Jameson Fox is the most infuriating, arrogant, frustrating, presumptuous, self-important alphahole I have ever met. He stole my company from me five years ago. Now, he’s made me an offer I can’t refuse: fake marry him, and he’ll give it back. The only catch: we have to stay married for one year or I get nothing.

The playboy and the girl next door. Best friends since forever. This was only supposed to be a wedding season as each other's plus-one, nothing more. But Callan Black has his hands on me, his eyes on me, and has suddenly become very possessive of me. Callan is the guy I've crushed on since I was a teen. It's totally unrequited. He's got a type, and I'm not it. Except, lately, there's been lots of stolen glances and time spent together. My life is unraveling, and Callan is the one who's there to help me pick up the pieces.

Ashton Scott is not my type. He’s arrogant and presumptuous, and way too bossy for me. The man is persistent, though. Nothing stops him when he decides he wants something, and he’s decided he wants to buy my building. He’s also decided he wants me. And like I said, when Ashton Scott wants something, nothing stops him. He’s sexy AF. He wears a suit like nobody’s business. And his bossiness turns me on in ways I can’t understand. But I’m not going down without a fight. Or at least, I wasn’t.

Luke Hardy is bossy as f--k. Moody too. But I've had a thing for him since we met. I spend half my time arguing with him, and the other half drooling over him. I'm screwed now, though, because I just slept with him and I've decided I want a whole lot more than sex. Only problem is, Luke has a secret I never knew. The kind of secret that messes everything up.

My one-night stand is my new boss. I met him at the society wedding of the year; he's the man every woman in New York wants. He's rich. Devastatingly good looking. Charming. Mr. I-Could-Blow-Your-Mind. And yes, he did blow my mind. It was just supposed to be one night. I told him I don't date. But now he wants to make me his. How will I resist all those suits and the muscles they hide? How will I survive the unexpected dinner parties and work trips? How will I ignore the scorching chemistry between us? I can’t give my heart away again. Spoiler alert: I'm failing.

She already has his soul. Now she's taking his name. Which sounds simple... until you add family chaos, unscripted meltdowns, spontaneous sobbing, unhinged group chats, and a whole lot of feelings nobody was prepared to say out loud. What starts as a wedding becomes something bigger—a weekend...

I don't care that he's a smooth talker. He can sweet-talk me all he likes, so long as he backs it up with an orgasm or two. But I'm not looking for a relationship. God, no. Not with a rock star.  

Here's something they don't cover in "Surviving Your Twenties 101": What to do when your new neighbor is six-foot-four of dangerous biker wrapped in tattoos and silence. Spoiler: you lose all chill.

He’s the world’s biggest movie star. We met on a beach in Italy. He loved me like no other, but then he ruined me. Now, six years later, he'll do whatever it takes to make me his again. But I'm not the girl I was back then. I’ve moved on. I’m over Jack. Or so I thought. The thing is, you don’t just get over Jack Kingsley. And saying no to this man is the hardest thing in the world.