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Love is quickly becoming my least favorite four-letter word. I let a girl into my heart once, and she nearly destroyed me. The last time I saw her she was in the back seat of her father’s car, leaving me forever. No goodbye. No mercy. That was ten years ago. Now the sexy vixen from my past is back in town looking to hire a consultant. This is my way back in. But not for redemption or a second chance. For sticky-sweet vengeance. Her business is the most important thing to her, and I can vengeance—or waste her time trying. If she doesn’t take me down first with curves that make me pace ...

Never Say Sell explains how to scale individual engagements into long-term business relationships. Cowritten by Tom McMakin, the coauthor of How Clients Buy and expert in account development, and colleague Jacob Parks, this book provides insights into how key rainmakers at firms like Accenture and IBM drive growth from existing relationships. Never Say Sell is a business development guide for professional service providers like consultants, accountants, and lawyers, whether they are sole proprietors or members of account teams tasked with expanding key accounts.

I’ve wanted her my whole life. My best friend’s little sister. But things didn’t work out like they were supposed to. And now she’s back in my life and I’m not sure how I feel about it. She left for college without looking back, and I’m a billionaire bachelor with my eye on lots of prizes now. I’m not the boy she walked away from. Manhattan is my playground, and my family owns the city. Now that I’m grown, I take full advantage of that inheritance. But the moment I see her, flames ignite. I can’t hold back the need to consume her. Just like back then, she’s still off ...

My latest client wants to loosen me up… And not in the ways I was hoping for. She’s a beautiful, free-spirited type of girl, and I’m, well, stiff. Love has kicked me around enough. I’m not interested in being the center of its attention anymore. It can find another guy to play with. This curvy goddess needs a website and my tech firm is perfect for the job. I’m not interested in becoming involved myself until I see her. Then, all bets are off. If I could do some weird science and 3D-print a woman from our machines, I would craft a girl that looks just like her. So now, I’m all ...

Best part about just one night? You can be whoever you want. But so can they. She was my mystery girl. Until she wasn’t. Turns out I wasn’t the only one who lied about who I was that night in Paris. Now I see the real her. And she needs help. I’m willing to give her more than that. Working together is just what I need. Her curves are the best part of my day. My night, too. But nothing this good is easy. When someone threatens to burn us down, I’m left wondering. Was one night in Paris all it was supposed to be?

They call me filthy rich. Both words are quite fitting. But my life is planned out for me. Get married to an heiress, have some kids who will barely know me, and come home to a wife who’s tolerable at best and loves only my bank account. It’s the way of our world, but fate decided to give me an out. My lovely bride-to-be never showed up at the altar. My attention moved quickly from heartache to aggravation when my little sister showed up. With a beautiful friend of hers in need. Of funding. Always money. This girl is wild and free. Beautiful and a mystery to me. She would never be ...

It’s him. Always has been. But the timing has never been right. And why would a guy like him— rich, drop-dead gorgeous, and kind—ever be interested in little old me? He owns a massive hotel chain. I’m living in my brother’s rinky-dink basement suite. I have bigger things to worry about than my teenage crush coming back to haunt me. But what if that crush also hands me the big break I need? How could I say no when the guy of my dreams also offers me my dream job? Heck yes I want to work for him this Christmas season. Cue holiday music, mistletoe, and nostalgia. If I hadn’t ...

Did Juliet stab Romeo in the back? Mine did. Love is a fickle thing. You think you find it while on a beach on a business trip, and you’re wrong. The beautiful girl that’s captured your attention has been sent there by her father, a rival of the great Manhattan family—my family. She laid the trap real good, and thanks to her curves and beautiful smile, my dumbass fell right into it. But something changed in the middle of our love affair. She stopped believing I was the villain. Good thing, because I never was. A bit of a playboy, sure, but a bad guy? Not a chance. So we’re enemies. ...

She wants freedom. I just want her. But she’s not the girl I’m supposed to marry. She’s the back-up plan. Talk about messy. Her loyalty is to her family and her legacy. Obligation and honor. My loyalty? Well, now I’m not so sure where it lies. I want it to be with her, but she’s determined to make this marriage a business deal. I’m not into that. This whole time she’s been thinking she’s the wrong royal. Joke’s on her. We were the right match from the very beginning.

These stories wrestle with the experience of loss—of loved ones, of relationships, of a sense of self, of health—and forge a path to hope as characters fight their way forward. From bestsellers and SPFBO finalists to rising voices, 13 exceptionally talented authors explore the many facets of grief and healing through the lens of fantasy and sci-fi.

He’s forbidden fruit. My brother’s best friend—the one guy I’m not allowed to date, no matter what. But here’s the deal, it’s deeper than that. More complicated. Because we’ve been in love with each other since middle school. My brother has never seen what’s obvious to everyone else. Especially us. But now that my brother is marrying my best friend, why shouldn’t I finally get to be with the guy I want to be with? I should be able to tell the world I’m madly in love with the boy next door. But what if I’m wrong, and he doesn’t actually love me back? It would be his ...

Being a bachelor is the only way to be. Love is messy and, honestly, a pain in the butt. I’ve got too many dreams to settle down. Especially as a pro-hockey free agent. The world is mine, and with it comes loads of money, women, and fast cars. Until I sign my best friend’s little sister as my new agent. She’s not a little girl anymore, and dang… I’m in trouble. The one thing she’s not putting up with is me. Something about my rough disposition puts her off. Grumpy is the word she would use. Whatever. It’s all part of the style that’s going to win her over for good. ...

It was supposed to be one night. But I wanted more. I always do. Lucky for me she ends up being my newest employee shortly after our rendezvous. Or maybe luck has nothing to do with it. Something seems off—hopefully her clothes. There’s no way we can take things farther now that she’s under me. At the company of course. But then she ends up pregnant and I’m honestly not sure it’s mine. Brilliantly, I tell her that. And now I have to go from Johnny-all-night to a persistent playboy to get her back. Midnight is soon to strike at the masquerade ball. And the love of a lifetime is ...

Welcome to the world of the Manhattan Men. The handsome alpha males that run the family that founded the big city. The family law firm needs a public facelift and I'm the guy for the job. The sexy minx they hire to help me act better is a social media influencer. She's also the one that got away. It's a bit of a Cinderella story, but it isn't her shoe she left for me. She's not getting away this time. I'm claiming her for good. NYC’s most eligible bachelor just turned in his claim to fame. This New Years' kiss is my last.

He’s the one that got away. Now that I’m back in town, the jerk wants to offer me a job. This isn’t good for either of us. He feels like he’s got to make up for what happened when we were kids. And I have to restrain my hormones from doing the tango in front of him. Never a good working relationship. Or is it? See, here’s the deal. We made a pact when we were kids. If by some crazy reason we weren’t married by the time we were thirty, we’d marry each other. Well, time’s up. And the pact was never broken. Now what? Do I forgive the guy that ripped my heart out as a lovesick ...

Love is for girls and suckers. But jealousy is for manly men. No way in hell I’m attending my ex-girlfriend’s father’s big event. Not after that witch ripped my soul out a few years back. Funnily enough, my billionaire family doesn’t care much about that. Everyone that’s anyone will be at the event, and that includes me. Fine. I’ll take a fake fiancée and serve up slices of revenge all night long. My cousin’s secretary will do the job just fine. She’s beautiful, dreamy, and everything I’d want in a woman—if I were done playing around. But I’m not. Good thing she’s ...

I’m only interested in a good time. Nothing too serious. But the chemistry between me and my new client is off the charts. My go-to is to get the girl, have some fun, then part ways, friends or not. Her choice. The office romance budding between us leaves me wanting to break my own rules. Then I remember why I put them in place. My father left when I was young. Love seems out of reach. It did for my mom. It does for me. This woman is beautiful, curvy, and smart as hell though. And she challenges me. In all the right ways. The fact that she has a little one stops me dead in my tracks ...

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, until it doesn’t. It was one hot night and I wanted so much more. But the next morning, she was gone. The only thing she took with her was my heart. I never figured love at first sight was real, but it was. Skip forward eight years later and guess who shows up needing a job? Just so happens that I need an assistant. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. She’s a smart cookie, though, and feels the tension between us. I’m not sure if it’s lust, love, or my need for revenge, but I’m not giving up without a fight. My lover turned enemy,...

New Year? New you. Nope… screw resolutions. I’ve got too much of the past to make up for to look toward the future. This New Year’s Eve is all about proving myself. But I won’t be able to do it alone. I need her. The sexy, hardcore musician who knows everyone. This beauty has the power to bring in the crowds to make my event a hit. I’m not using her. Not exactly. She’s a punk temptress on stage, but offstage? She might be the kind of girl you take home to Mom and Dad. But not my parents. Some say my greatest ancestors invented the wheel. Try living up to that. But this New ...

Could anything be worse than your parents choosing your wife, especially when she’s a snooty royal? Ask me. I should know. Every Wed Season, eligible singles step up to the plate. It’s my turn. I’d rather go down with the ship but I have traditions to uphold. I’ll do what’s expected of me. Until the girl from my past shows up. Did I mention she’s a princess? She’s not my match. In fact, she’s off limits. But I’ll make her mine. Tradition and high society be damned.