Penelope Bloom Livres

I'm the girl nobody sees.That is, until I move next door to Parker High's most eligible bastard, Tristan Blackwood.He's gorgeous. Eyes as cold as moonlight. Lips made for cruel kisses. The entire town knows it, too. Apparently being able to throw a football elevates you to god status around here.He could have anything he wanted. Anyone.But somehow, all he wanted was to torment me.Me, trapped in my mom's protective bubble: homeschooled and invisible, stuck in a wheelchair and saddled with more medical issues than I could count. Normal? I might as well wish to be a fairytale princess.There aren't any princesses or knights in my fairytale. Just the dark prince who lives next door. Parker High royalty in the flesh. My very own devil in a letterman jacket. His life should be a dream, but the only thing he cares about is becoming my nightmare.And when my pride isn't enough for him, he decides he wants my body.He wants my heart.He wants every last inch of me to himself.

The second novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom's Anyone But... series turns up the heat and hilarity with a story about second chances and promises worth breaking. After Cade King cost me everything, I vowed I'd never fall for him again--even if he became rich and megafamous. Now he's back, and he's still the embodiment of a big, shiny red button. Everybody knows you shouldn't touch red buttons, but it's so, so hard to resist. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it a little when I arrested him for disorderly conduct. Unfortunately, I think Cade liked it a little too. So when he asks for my help raising the son he just found out about, I know exactly what to say: "No, you stupidly sexy red button. I won't touch you, even to help a cute little kid." You're damn right that's what I said. Mostly. Still, Cade doesn't know the first thing about commitment. He lives completely in the moment. I'd need to have a recurring case of amnesia to believe he could change, even for his son. Or me.

I'll admit it. I messed up. Mistake #1: Asking Peter Barnidge for a job.Mistake #2: Accepting his offer instead of throwing it in his face like I planned.Mistake #3: In the interest of stopping before #99, I'll pretend the only other mistake was withholding one, tiny little nugget of truth during my interview. Peter Barnidge... Where do I even start? How about that after my first day working for Mr. Superstar International Bestselling Author, his name became my favorite kid-friendly cursing substitute. Stub a toe? Peter Barnidge it! Bank account is overdrawn? Son of a Barnidge! And when I realized I was falling for my boss? Well, what the Barnidge?I wish it was easier to just plain hate him, instead of the twisted, confusing blend of hatred and attraction I feel. But he's the bad kind of attractive. Dark with a side of smoldering heat. The kind of hot that makes me want to do that Catholic cross thing every time I look at him, because one glance takes my brain straight to a world of sin.Speaking of sin... I also lied a little during my interview. But I'm a single mom and I'd do anything to provide for my daughter, even if it meant keeping one tiny little secret. Unfortunately, even small secrets have a way of growing over time. I think it's only a matter of time before he finds out, and somehow, I don't think he's going to be happy when he does.

The third novel in USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom's Anyone But... series sizzles with a sexy and hilarious story about letting go of the past to chase the love of a lifetime. Seven years ago, I swore I'd never date Nick King. Ever. Now I'm supposed to work under him--and no, despite the way he glares like he wants to strip me bare, I mean he'll be my boss. But what better way to prove I'm really over him, right? I was a nerdy overachiever in high school, and Nick was my hopeless crush. I even laminated a note he passed to me; granted, I had a thing for laminators, but that's beside the point. Now, my only shot at getting my life back on track is to crawl to him on my knees and pray I nail the interview. Maybe I should pray that's the only thing that gets nailed in his office--especially since he looks like he wants to devour me. Nick broke my heart once. But hey, I'm still pretty handy with a laminator. Maybe I could run my heart through one before I take this job.

From USA Today bestselling author Penelope Bloom comes the first novel in the romantic, sexy, and hilarious Anyone But… series. Seven years ago, my best friends and I made a No matter what, we would never date one of the King brothers. Even if they grew up to become megafamous, gorgeous, heart-stopping billionaires. Even if they crawled on their knees and begged for forgiveness. But guess who just flew back into our lives in a private jet? And guess who just showed up to my job on my first day? Richard. King. Fortunately, it takes two seconds for Richard to reveal he hasn’t changed. Conceited. Cocky. Rude. Un fortunately, he’s also the kind of gorgeous that’s borderline offensive—with a jawline to make statues self-conscious and a grin that short-circuits my brain. He’s spent years taking what he wants. I doubt he’s hungry for anything else—except me, apparently. There’s no way I’ll let him maneuver his way back into my life. My friends would never forgive me. I would never forgive me. But did I mention his jawline?

Having a hot boss isn’t complicated or confusing at all,Said no one ever…But all I have to do is resist for a few months.Come January, I’m flying to Paris to chase my dream of being an artist,Too bad I can’t have my treat and eat it, too.I forgot to mention… My hot boss was also my high school crush. Sort of. First, I wanted to crush him with gooey affection.In the end, I just plain wanted to crush him. Now he’s back, and he might as well have “do not touch” printed on his chest.One tiny would it count if I didn’t use my hands?Let me answer my own question. Yes, Emily, you raging horndog, it counts. Besides, my dream is practically waiting for me like a perfectly wrapped, shiny little package if I can just behave. I’d be an absolute idiot to risk that, and I have a long, proud history of not being an idiot to protect. Unless it’s kind of like when you do really well in class all semester so you can afford to flunk a test at the end. Three months is a long time, and if he’s the one giving me the big, fat, dirty “F”, it does add a little dose of temptation to the equation.But all I have to do is one quick job for him. A few posters and a few props for a big Halloween party that he’s hosting. Then I just walk away from his dreamboat eyes and perfect body, grab a plane, and forget about all the beautiful children we could’ve squeezed inside our white picket fence.

Journalist Natasha Flores is assigned to go undercover at Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. All she has to do is land the position as an intern and nail her interview with Bruce Chamberson

Eine Bäckerin aus Leidenschaft trifft auf einen millionenschweren CEO – und er kann nicht genug von ihren Kirschtörtchen bekommen ... William Chamberson, millionenschwerer CEO von Galleon Enterprises, liebt die Frauen, und er kann seine Finger einfach nicht von fremden Sachen lassen. Hailey liebt ihre kleine Bäckerei, auch wenn sie nicht weiß, wie sie die nächste Miete bezahlen soll. Sie weiß außerdem nicht genau, wie sie es findet, dass dieser gut aussehende Anzugtyp in ihren Laden kommt, sie frech angrinst und ihr nicht nur ein heißes Kirschtörtchen, sondern auch das Herz stiehlt ... Die prickelnde romantische Komödie »Her Cherry« von USA Today-Bestseller-Autorin Penelope Bloom ist eine süße Versuchung der besonderen Art. Romantisch, witzig und verboten sexy! Penelope Bloom war Lehrerin an einer Highschool, bevor sie ihren Job an den Nagel hängte, um sich ganz dem Schreiben zu widmen. Inzwischen ist sie eine erfolgreiche Bestsellerautorin, und ihre Romane haben sich in zahlreiche Länder verkauft. Sie lebt mit ihrem Mann und zwei kleinen Töchtern in Florida.

První pravidlo náhodných známostí je mít v záloze únikový plán. Bez závazků. Bez vztahů. Šup sem, šup tam – a myslím to doslova. A to druhé, méně známé pravidlo? Ujistěte se, že onu náhodnou známost nezaměstnají jako koordinátorku vaší svatby. Jo. Je to dlouhý příběh. Svatba měla být fingovaná. Jediný háček spočíval v tom, že o tom nikdo neměl vědět. Ani ta koordinátorka. Ta si teď myslí, že jsem ten největší hajzl na světě. Myslí si, že jsem zamilovaný do ženy, kterou si mám údajně brát. Myslí si dost věcí, ale nezná pravdu. Nemá ani ponětí, že se do mě ona sama zamiluje, až tohle celé skončí. Nemá ani ponětí, že tohle naše dostaveníčko nebylo tak bezvýznamné. Myslí si, že nejsem k mání, že si to nemůžeme zopakovat, protože je v mém životě někdo jiný. Nikdo jiný ale není. Je jen ona. A od té doby, co jsem se s ní poprvé vyspal, jsem věděl, že bude jedinou ženou mého života.