Category: J.S. Cooper

Worst Best Friend Ever by J.S. Cooper

I’ve been writing letters to a military man overseas and now he’s coming back home…

I started writing to Cody two years ago while he was stationed at a base overseas. I’ve told him everything about my life…only I slightly embellished some parts. Like the fact that I’m really into sports, have a serious boyfriend, and I’m in my fifties. I had my reasons, you see, but now he wants to meet and I’m scared he’s going to think I’m a big liar.

So I decide to tell him that I’m his pen pal’s daughter, yeah, nothing like adding oil to the fire. But when we meet I can’t help but think how handsome he is and how I want more. But how can I ever start a relationship with someone that doesn’t really know the real me? Am I the worst best friend ever?

 

One Night Pact by J.S. Cooper

“One night. No strings attached. We do the kinkiest things we can think of and we never talk about them again.”

What do you say when your half-naked best friend approaches you with the craziest suggestion you’ve ever heard in your life? You certainly don’t entertain the idea. And you certainly don’t come up with a list of dos and don’ts for the night that is never going to happen.

My best friend, Harry Parker Huntington, wants us to make a one-night pact. He’s a playboy, hellbent on never settling down and I’m a tomboy ready to change my image. All of our lives, he’s been able to convince me to join in on disastrous schemes and plans that always seem to blow up in my face. But he says this one is foolproof.

We’ll be at his parents’ house for Christmas and as Harry says, “what happens at my parents’ house stays at my parents’ house.” I’m not sure it’s the best idea he’s ever had, but he always did have a way of making me say yes, to just about everything.

 

It’s Complicated by J.S. Cooper

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A steamy and hilarious holiday treat from New York Times Bestseller J. S. Cooper

Santa baby, I’ve really been an awful bad girl…

If the city ever decides to put a sign on my front door, it will say, “Good Girl Gone Bad.” This year I am definitely on Santa’s naughty list and it’s not even my own fault. How was I supposed to know that when I asked for a boyfriend for Christmas, that my wish would be granted; with not one, but two suitors vying for my heart?

When one problem becomes two…
My two suitors are exact opposites. Lucas, the corporate hottie, wants me to spend Christmas Eve at his penthouse and Connor, the bad boy rockstar wants to take me to an isolated cabin on Christmas Day. I’ve agreed to both invitations. Hey, a girl has to explore her options.

The Christmas surprise I didn’t see coming…
And then everything went wrong. Because who couldn’t see this trainwreck coming; asides from me? Both guys wanted to see me on New Year’s Eve: each one sliding a naughty note under my door promising copious amounts of spiced eggnog and an even spicier night. The only problem was they’d both invited me to the same party. Turns out they were connected in a way I never saw coming.

It’s complicated doesn’t even begin to express my dilemma. The only thing I know is that at midnight, the fireworks going off aren’t just going to be in the sky.

 

When We Were Us: A Dark Mafia Romance (Alpha Boyfriends, #3) by J.S. Cooper

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When you’re young, anything is possible.
Love is pure magic and time seems to stand still.
I remember those days like I remember seeing my first rainbow.
When the sky was bleak, he painted it full of color.

We came from different worlds.
We had no business ever interacting.
He was the wolf with glowing eyes and a cocky grin.
I was the innocent sheep that he wanted to eat up.

I knew he was trouble, but then he went and saved my life.
I was in the wrong place at the right time.
Or so I thought.
I didn’t realize that he was the leader of the pack.
He saved me from himself.
Only young love never lasts. Sometimes you grow up and move on.
That’s what I did.

But now he’s back. Meaner. Stronger. Full of darkness instead of light.
This time he’s not here to save me. This time he’s here to make me pay.

To Whom it May Concern (The Hart Brothers, #1) by J.S. Cooper

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To Whom it May Concern,

I would like to request more information about the assistant job I saw advertised in Sunday’s newspaper with the six figure starting salary. I have a bachelors degree in English and many years of work experience and think I would be a good fit for the job. My questions are as follows: 1. What is the exact nature of the job? 2. Is it a strict requirement that I live with the boss? If so, can I have friends and others over? 3. The ad states there is a uniform. May I ask what sort of uniform? And why? Also, in lieu of sending a photograph, I’ve sent a picture of my very friendly dog that would also be joining me if I were to get the job.

Yours Sincerely,

Savannah Carter

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Ms. Carter,

How do you know you’ll be a good fit for the job if you do not know the nature of the work? My ad specifically stated I was looking for an MBA grad, not an English grad that knows nothing about the real world. 1. This would be discussed in the interview. 2. Yes, you would be living with me. And no guests are allowed. 3. The uniform would be provided on your first day. You don’t need to know why. The job advertisement asked for a personal photo, is this your way of telling me you look like a dog?

Today must be your lucky day because you’re the only person that responded to my ad. Are you available for a phone interview tomorrow?

The Wade Hart

This is book one of a duet. The second and final book is Return To Sender.

To My First And Last One Night Stand (The Inappropriate Bachelors, #3) by J.S. Cooper

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To Marco (No, I’m not going to add Polo),

Last night was a mistake. A big mistake. Or should I say small? I don’t want to hurt your ego. I should have listened to your sister. You’re insufferable and rude and far too cocky.

Don’t worry. I won’t be telling anyone what happened because as far as I’m concerned it never did. Please stop calling me. I do not need to come and collect my bra from you. Or the t-shirt you lent me to sleep in when I got cold. And no, that one act doesn’t make you a gentleman. Far from it.

Also, I do not need to have your smell near me to fall asleep. In fact, your shirt does the opposite. It gives me nightmares.

Millie

P.S. No, I do not want a repeat of last night at my office. I don’t care if that’s your fantasy or not. Stop texting me your fantasies, by the way.

P.P.S. The texts I sent you this morning were drunk texts. I was still hungover. Do not construe them as anything else.

P.P.P.S. Could you have given me any more love bites? There was no need to “mark your territory” because I am not yours!