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Я верю в любовь. Всем сердцем. Проблема в том, что она совсем не балует меня, и я почти смирилась... Но вот на сцене появляется очень горячий парень – Адам Коннор. Идеальный кандидат для того, чтобы влюбиться. Он кинозвезда, разведен и живет по соседству. Как же меня бесит эта самовлюбленная знаменитость! Я пялюсь на него украдкой, пока он тренируется, и однажды даже спасаю жизнь его сыну. Вы думаете, он меня отблагодарил? Как бы не так! Он отправил меня в тюрьму! Теперь я его ненавижу и обязательно ему отомщу! Каков будет план моей мести? И кто из нас будет больше страдать – я или он?

Six years ago at a random diner I met a stranger and he became the-one-who-got-away, or more correctly the-one-who-didn’t-show-up.

A small advice from me to you: if you haven’t dated, touched *or* kissed a guy in years and *years*…do not try to crawl away or hide from the-one-who-got-away. It’s not a good look.

William Carter, the stranger I’d met six years ago was the last person I’d imagine ever seeing at my dad’s firm where I work. While I panic and fight off the butterflies in my stomach and in general struggle to act normal, I realize he doesn’t even remember me. I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or heartbroken. Things get worse when I learn we’ll need to work in close quarters to each other, but at least I let him know that I don’t have a crush on him anymore right away. Just in case he gets any ideas.

While I’m in the process of writing lists and making serious changes in my life, because I decide I’m ready to be the heroine in my own story; having William just a breath away is not helping things. Especially when things shift between us and we start to make eye contact in meetings. Then he shows up in places I least expect him to…as in blind dates and sex clubs. He also gives me cheese because he knows how much I like it and there are secret notes he leaves in my office. If you were wondering, I still don’t have a crush on him though. Nope.

Even though I’d promised myself I’d never wait around for another guy and postpone my own life, I’m afraid William Carter who looks at me as if I’m his and was always supposed to be his might ruin my hopeful plans. And quite possibly me for any other guy since I’m craving his touch like I’ve never craved anything in my life before. But we both know we’re a losing game so we keep admitting that neither one of us has a crush on the other.
Not anymore. Not at all. Not even a little bit.

Джейсон Торн – друг моего брата. Как же я была влюблена в этого мальчишку в детстве! Он был первым парнем, который заставил меня краснеть. Моей официальной первой любовью. Звучит красиво, да? Это волнение, которое кипит внутри, знаменитые бабочки в животе – все это было из-за него! А еще этот парень разбил мое сердце на мелкие осколки. Потом я изо всех сил старалась его избегать, и поверьте, это было трудно, поскольку он дружил с моим братом. Когда он, наконец, переехал, я была готова забыть о его существовании. Теперь он кинозвезда. Тот, чья улыбка и ямочки на щеках приводят женщин всех возрастов в дикий восторг. Но только не меня. Я…

The only way to secure her dream is to marry a handsome stranger . . . When Rose and Jack meet, she has just lost her uncle, and with him her dream of owning a coffee shop. Rose wanted nothing more than to open a café in her uncle’s building. But her uncle’s will is clear – the building goes to Rose’s husband. Not to her. Then, his lawyer, Jack, offers an unusual solution… she can marry him. She’ll get the café and he’ll get the building. For some reason, Rose agrees. It might be a marriage of convenience but it’s anything but simple. Despite it being his idea, Jack is unbearably surly... But then he does something that shows Rose he…

So you may ask, who is Adam Connor? He is the recently divorced, Academy Award-winning actor who just moved in next door with his kid. He also happens to be an exquisite male specimen and the most infuriating sly bastard I’ve ever come across.

Let’s be honest here, wouldn’t you wanna take a peek over the wall to catch a glimpse of him, hopefully when he is naked? Wouldn’t you melt away after watching him work out as his five-year-old kid cheered him on? Do I even have to mention those abs, the big bulge in his pants, or that arm porn? Oh, wait, you would never spy on him? Sure…

While I was being thoughtful by not breaking and entering and was actually considering going over to offer him a shoulder—or maybe a boob or two—to cry on (y’know, because of his divorce), instead he had me thrown in jail after a small incident. Jail, people! He was supposed to grant me countless orgasms as a thank you, not a jail cell.

After that day, I was mentally plotting ways to strangle him instead of jumping his bones to make sweet love. So what if my body did more than just shiver when he whispered dirty little things in my ear? I can’t be held responsible for that. And when was the last time he’d kissed anyone anyway? Who’d enjoy a kiss with a side of heart attack?

Even if he and his son were the best things since sliced bread—and I’m not saying he was—I couldn’t fall for him. No matter what promises he whispered on my skin, my curse wouldn’t let us be. I wasn’t a damsel in distress—I could save myself, thank you very much—but deep inside, I still hoped Adam Connor would be the hero of my story.

*Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18*

Jack and I, we did everything backward. The day he lured me into his office-which was also the first day we met-he proposed. You'd think a guy who looked like him-a bit cold maybe, but still striking and very unattainable-would only ask the love of his life to marry him, right? You'd think he must be madly in love. Nope. It was me he asked. A complete stranger who had never even heard of him. A stranger who had been dumped by her fiancé only weeks before. You'd think I'd laugh in his face, call him insane-and a few other names-then walk away as quickly as possible. Well…I did all those things except the walking away part. It took him…

The first time you meet someone, you make eye contact. You smile, say hello. Should be simple, if you’re anyone but me. The first time I met Dylan Reed, I found myself making eye contact with a different part of his body. You see, I’m very good at being shy, not to mention extremely well-versed in rambling nonsense and, unfortunately, rather highly skilled at making a fool of myself in front of a guy I’m attracted to.

At the time, I knew nothing about him and thought none of what I said would matter since I’d never speak to him again. Turns out, I was very wrong. He was the star wide receiver of the football team, one of the few players expected to make it into the NFL, and I ended up seeing him all over campus.
I might have also propositioned him, run away from him, attacked him with a cooking utensil…and…uh, maybe I shouldn’t tell you all of it. It’s pretty normal stuff, things you’d expect…from me. Eventually, the time came when I couldn’t hide anymore—not that he’d have let me even if I tried.
Before now, he never knew I was secretly watching him. Now that we see each other every day, he knows when I have a hard time looking away. It doesn’t help that I’m not the most subtle person in the world either.

He smiles at me and tells me he finds me fascinating because of my quirks. I can’t even tell him that I think my heart beats differently whenever he’s around.

He thinks we’re going to be best friends. I think I have a big thing for him, and the more I get to know him, the more I don’t care that I’m not allowed to be his friend, let alone fall for him.
The thing is, that’s exactly what I’m doing—what we’re doing, I think.

Falling.
Hard.

От автора бестселлеров Washington Post!
Как же горячо и увлекательно шпионить за тренирующимся, накаченным, а главное, разведённым обладателем «Оскара»!
Но к чему это всё приведёт?
Я верю в любовь. Всем сердцем. Проблема в том, что она совсем не балует меня, и я почти смирилась…
Но вот на сцене появляется очень горячий парень – Адам Коннор. Идеальный кандидат для того, чтобы влюбиться. Он кинозвезда, разведен и живет по соседству. Как же меня бесит эта самовлюбленная знаменитость! Я пялюсь на него украдкой, пока он тренируется, и однажды даже спасаю жизнь его сыну. Вы думаете, он меня отблагодарил? Как бы не так! Он отправил меня в тюрьму! Теперь я его ненавижу и обязательно ему отомщу! Каков будет план моей мести? И кто из нас будет больше страдать – я или он?
ООО «Издательство АСТ», 2023

Фееричная история о любви – ненависти – и снова любви! Окунитесь в мир писательницы Олив и Джейсона, который сыграет главную роль в экранизации ее книги. А еще он был ее первой любовью!
Джейсон Торн – друг моего брата. Как же я была влюблена в этого мальчишку в детстве! Он был первым парнем, который заставил меня краснеть. Моей официальной первой любовью. Звучит красиво, да? Это волнение, которое кипит внутри, знаменитые бабочки в животе – все это было из-за него! А еще этот парень разбил мое сердце на мелкие осколки.
Потом я изо всех сил старалась его избегать, и поверьте, это было трудно, поскольку он дружил с моим братом. Когда он, наконец, переехал, я была готова забыть о его существовании. Теперь он кинозвезда. Тот, чья улыбка и ямочки на щеках приводят женщин всех возрастов в дикий восторг. Но только не меня.
Я – Олив, автор книги, которая будет экранизирована, а Джейсон сыграет главную роль.
А еще – вот ужас! – мне придется стать невестой этого бабника! Как долго мы сможем терпеть друг друга? А что если все пойдет не по плану?
ООО «Издательство АСТ», 2023

My name is Alexander, and I'm no fucking hero.
Not when I couldn't even save the little heartbeats I was supposed to protect with my life.

When a fist closes around my heart after a death brings me to my knees, I finally go after the woman I'd been craving for months. Not just because her beautiful face is the only thing that slips through the pain when I close my eyes, but because she has secretly carved a place for herself in my heart - leaving me with no choice.

But if I do this, if I make myself believe that I deserve her, will the choices I make ruin everything between us? Will she accept the fact that she doesn't get to leave me twice?

My name is Maya, and I'm not the same girl I was a month ago.

There is an emptiness I carry around in my chest now. A broken heart caused by grief.
There are also dark nights where I have trouble breathing as I feel the heavy weight of loss rushing through my veins, painful moments where I can remember my entire being scream in agony as I held onto my father's cold, lifeless hand.

Then there is always a hero to every story, isn't there? A hero who I despised from the moment he opened his mouth.

His name is Alexander. He is my inevitable I never expected to find. The one my broken heart leads me to. His existence, his touch, everything he did to make my pain bearable will leave a mark on me forever.

Yet, I know that when I'm gone, he'll only remember me as a fading memory.

Jason Thorn… My brother’s childhood friend. Oh, how stupidly in love with that boy I was. He was the first boy that made me blush, my first official crush. Sounds beautiful so far, right? That excitement that bubbles up inside you, those famous butterflies you feel for the very first time—he was the reason for them all. But, you only get to live in that fairytale world until they crush your hopes and dreams and then stomp on your heart for good measure. And boy did he crush my little heart into pieces. After the stomping part he became the boy I did my best to stay away from—and let me tell you, it was pretty hard to do when he slept…

Have you ever been in love?
So in love that you believed all the lies, again and again?
Because I did...
Did you manage to escape from the hurt, the heartbreak, and the tears that came with being in love?
Did you even have time to pick up the broken pieces of your heart before they shattered it all over again?
Because I didn't...

I gave Evan my heart, my trust, my everything, and in return all he gave me was pain.
Stumbling around in a new city, picking up the pieces I had lost, I found myself in a stranger's arms. Cradling me against his chest, protecting me, seeing me, promising me everything I was afraid to ask for myself again.

I'm not naive enough to mistake lust for love. Love never comes that easily; it always rips you apart before it finally gives you what each and every one of us longs for. But Noah knew what he was after, and now I know that nothing could have stopped him from taking what he wanted from me.

He became the one who gave me hope again, day after day, simply by being there.
He became the one who made me whimper in bed, while he whispered dirty words in my ear, night after night.
And then he became the one who took it all away again.

This is my story, maybe a simple one for some, yet still completely mine.