When Dallas Cooper stages a fake relationship with her enemy Amara Singh to get revenge on their exes, the last thing she's prepared for is their feud-ridden hatred turning into love. Standalone in the Sunset Scandals series *** Dallas Cooper hates Amara Singh. After their infamous feud over volleyball captain, she'd do anything to avoid her arch-nemesis. So when she's dumped by her first love, only to learn that her ex has moved on with none other than Amara's on-again, off-again ex-girlfriend, things feel like they can't get any worse. Except now Amara and Dallas have something in common. And with little risk and a lot to gain, they agree to a foolproof plan: pretend to be a couple to get revenge. As the unlikely duo spend time together, shocking the whole school with their picture-perfect romance, the line between ruse and real starts to blur. What happens when falling for each other is no longer part of an act? Will Dallas and Amara give in to their undeniable chemistry, or will their hatred-filled past and suspicious exes manage to tear them apart?

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.