Books by Vi Keeland

"Hot, vanedannende og romantisk." - Goodreads Da Reese møder Chase Parker første gang, er hun på blind date - med en anden mand. Pludselig står Chase foran hende og er langt mere interessant end ham, der sidder inde i restauranten og er ved at kede hende ihjel. Chase er forbandet flabet ? men han er også virkelig charmerende. Efter deres korte møde i restauranten kan Reese ikke glemme Chase. Men hvad er chancen for, at hun nogensinde vil møde ham igen? Hvad er chancen for, at han en måned senere vil vise sig at være hendes nye chef? Bossman er en skøn, sexet kærlighedshistorie fuld af flirt, følelser og gnistrende kemi. Bogen har solgt over en million eksemplarer på verdensplan og er oversat til 13 sprog. #1 på New York Times' bestsellerliste "En lille perle ... fuld af sødme, sex, følelser og god flirt." - Steamy Reads Blog "Mine kinder gør helt ondt, fordi jeg har smilet så meget ... Bossman fik min Kindle til at overophede og mit hjerte til at smelte." - Kindle Crack Book Reviews

From New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a love story about taking chances and the surprises that come with them. My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn‿t from the man I‿d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who‿d written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn‿t start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless‿so I thought. Until one day I took things too far. While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie‿s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father. I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn‿t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally. Like when I showed up on their doorstep.

From #1 New York Times Bestseller Vi Keeland, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.Terminated for inappropriate behavior.I couldn’t believe the letter in my hands.Nine years. Nine damn years I’d worked my butt off for one of the largest companies in America, and I was fired with a form letter when I returned home from a week in Aruba.All because of a video taken when I was on vacation with my friends—a private video made on my private time. Or so I thought…Pissed off, I cracked open a bottle of wine and wrote my own letter to the gazillionaire CEO telling him what I thought of his company and its practices.I didn’t think he’d actually respond.I certainly never thought I’d suddenly become pen pals with the rich jerk.Eventually, he realized I’d been wronged and made sure I got my job back.Only…it wasn’t the only thing Grant Lexington wanted to do for me.But there was no way I was getting involved with my boss’s boss’s boss. Even if he was ridiculously gorgeous, confident, and charming.It would be completely wrong, inappropriate even.Sort of like the video that got me into trouble to begin with.Two wrongs don’t make a right.But sometimes it’s twice as fun.

Una mujer encuentra el amor, tras recuperar su trabajo después de ser despedida por comportamiento inapropiado.La presentadora de noticias Ireland Richardson encuentra, al regresar de sus vacaciones, una carta de despido por comportamiento inapropiado después de que se haya filtrado un vídeo de ella tomando el sol en topless. Indignada, envía al presidente de la cadena, Grant Lexington, a quien nunca conoció, un correo electrónico sarcástico, y acaba recibiendo una respuesta igualmente desdeñosa. Cuando Irlanda se dispone a recoger sus cosas de su oficina, peleándose a gritos con su antiguo jefe, sin saberlo se encuentra con Grant. Ireland descubre que su jefe invadió su privacidad y publicó el video como venganza. Grant decide despedir al jefe y volver a contratar a Irlanda. A medida que Irlanda regresa al trabajo, ambos comienzan a enamorarse lentamente el uno del otro. A medida que su relación avanza, Irlanda se percata de que Grant no quiere tener hijos y ella siempre ha querido una gran familia. Pero lo que Ireland no sabe es que Grant esconde un secreto familiar que pronto le será revelado.Vi Keeland es autora best seller en más de cincuenta listas internacionales cuyas ventas superan el millón de ejemplares. Su obra ha sido traducida a doce idiomas. Vive en Nueva York con su esposo y sus tres hijos. Es también autora de las novelas Bossman y Egomaniac, enmarcadas dentro del género dirty office, ambas publicadas en este sello editorial.

Vi Keeland, auteure de bests-sellers no 1 au classement du New York Times, nous livre un nouveau roman intégral, torride et sexy. C'était un lundi comme les autres.Jusqu'à ce que le big boss me demande de faire une présentation pour un futur client.Après deux ans à marcher sur des ¿ufs au travail à cause de ma bourde, cette occasion de faire bonne impression devant les associés était une chance à saisir.Ou du moins, je le croyais...Jusqu'à ce que, en entrant dans la salle de réunion, je heurte de plein fouet l'homme que je devais tenter de convaincre.Mon café s'est renversé, mes dossiers ont dégringolé sur le sol et j'ai failli perdre l'équilibre.Et encore, ce n'était pas le pire.Parce que l'homme somptueux baissé devant moi, qui me regardait comme s'il voulait me dévorer vivante, n'était autre que mon ex, Gray Westbrook.Un homme que j'avais enfin réussi à laisser derrière moi.Un homme que mon c¿ur méprisait... sans que mon corps n'ait reçu l'information, apparemment.Un homme charismatique, sûr de lui et follement sexy.Tour de force, j'ai réussi à effectuer ma présentation sans prêter attention à son regard intense.En revanche, j'ai échoué lamentablement à ignorer les propos salaces murmurés à mon oreille, juste après.Mais enfin, il était hors de question que je lui donne une autre chance, surtout maintenant qu'il était l'un de nos clients... n'est-ce pas ?

From New York Times Bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a standalone holiday novella.Eggnog. Check. Roaring fire. Check. Hot romance book. Check!Riley Kennedy''s emails keep getting crossed with her male colleague, Kennedy Riley. The infuriating man forwards them along with his annoying commentary and unsolicited advice. At least she never has to see him in person, since they work in different locations...until they come face to face at the office holiday party.As luck would have it, Kennedy turns out to be outrageously handsome...though still a jerk. Yet somehow he''s able to charm her out on the dance floor-and convince her to participate in his crazy scheme: he''ll go home with Riley for a Christmas party and pretend to be her boyfriend, if Riley agrees to be his date to a wedding. It sounds easy enough. Little by little, however, the act they''re putting on starts to feel like so much more than a Christmas pact-and Riley''s about to learn there''s more to Kennedy than she ever imagined.

My honeymoon was almost everything I dreamed it would be, a tropical paradise, turquoise water, romantic walks on the beach, and loads and loads of mind shattering sex. The only thing missing was the groom. After seven years of coasting through a relationship with Michael, my senses were numb. A week of passion with a stranger was just what I needed to clear my head and take back control of my life. But how do you move on when the man that was only supposed to be a fling somehow seeps into your soul and steals your heart?

Money or love? Which would you choose? You probably just answered the question in your head thinking it's an easy decision.For me, it's not. Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot.I needed to go far away to think it through.As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation.Then, he left.I thought I'd never see him again.But fate had other plans.Surprise! He was the pilot of my flight.The bigger surprise was the adventure that followed after the plane landed.Carter was dangerous and always on the move.Even though our connection was magnetic, I knew it was only temporary.He would give me tickets, and I would follow him around the world to exotic places.A bevy of flight attendant exes and rumors about Carter's reputation were never far behind.I didn't know what to believe.But I was addicted. Nothing else mattered anymore. And I was going to get hurt. Because a part of me wanted to be the one to finally ground the playboy pilot.At the very least, he was taking me on a thrilling ride.All good things must come to an end, right?Except our ending was one I didn't see coming. 

Jack and Syd spent a week in paradise. It was only supposed to be a fling. But life can be funny sometimes, and circumstances brought them back together again. Together they seemed to have found their happy ever after. But when Sydney is offered a chance at the career she has always wanted, she must leave Jack behind to follow her dreams. Can their love survive long distance? Sydney’s touring with a man every woman wants, but he only has eyes for Syd. And an unexpected tragedy leaves Jack feeling remorseful. Can the two find a way through to forever?

Dear Bridget,I’m writing this letter because it’s highly doubtful I’ll ever garner the courage to say this to your face. So, here goes.We’re totally wrong for each other. You’re the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I’m just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England.But here’s the thing… for some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways. I want you.The only reason I’m even admitting all of this to you right now is because I don’t believe it’s one-sided. I notice your eyes when you look at me, too. And as crass as I appear when we’re joking around about sex, my attraction to you is not a joke. So, what’s the purpose of this note? I guess it’s a reminder that we’re adults, that sex is healthy and natural, and that you can find me just through the door past the kitchen. More specifically, it’s to let you know that I’m leaving said door cracked open from now on in case you’d fancy a British bedmate in the middle of the night sometime. No questions asked. Think about it. Or don’t. Whatever you choose.It’s doubtful I’ll even end up sliding this letter under your door anyway. --Simon 

He was someone who belonged in my wildest fantasies instead of a rest stop in the middle of Nebraska.A sexy, cocky, Australian named Chance was the last person I expected to run into on my cross-country drive.When my car broke down, we made a deal. Next thing I knew, we were traveling together, spending sexually-tense nights in hotels and taking unplanned detours.My ordinary road trip turned into the adventure of a lifetime. It was all fun and games until things got intense.I wanted him, but Chance wouldn't make a move. I thought he wanted me too, but something was holding him back.I wasn't supposed to fall for the cocky bastard, especially when I knew we'd be going our separate ways.All good things must come to an end, right?Except our ending was one I didn't see coming. 

It started out like any other morning on the train.Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle.He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world.Who did the stuck-up suit think he was...God?Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it.When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out.I might have picked it up.I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers.I might have held onto the mystery man's phone for daysΓÇòuntil I finally conjured up the courage to return it.When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me.So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk's office.I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though.I didn't expect him to text back.I didn't expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.I didn't expect to fall for himΓÇòall before we even met.The two of us couldn't have been any more different.Yet, you know what they say about opposites.When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attractΓÇòwe consumed each other.Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn't prepared for where I'd wind up when the ride was over.All good things must come to an end, right?Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

I met Bianca in an elevator.She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.The beautiful raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed.She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d dubbed “Mister Moneybags”ΓÇòher afternoon appointment.Bianca told me how much she hated Dex’s typeΓÇòsnobby, over educated, silver-spooned men who didn't appreciate the simple things in life.So, after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her believe I was someone I wasn’tΓÇòa bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she looked at the fake me and didn't want it to end.I began dating her as “Jay”ΓÇòall the while letting her interview the real me over email.I didn’t expect that our chemistry online would be just as hot.I didn’t expect the mess I’d gotten myself into.I didn’t expect that Jay and Dex would fall in love with her.And she was falling for two men.Only, both men were me.And when she found out, we were both going to lose her.Nothing could have prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn't prepared for what came after.All good things must come to an end, right?Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

It didn’t matter that the ref called it a clean hit. Nico Hunter would never be the same. Elle has a good life. A job she loves, a great apartment, and the guy she’s been dating for more than two years is a catch and a half. But it’s boring…and she strives to keep it that way. Too many emotions are dangerous. Her own past is living proof of what can happen when you lose control.Then Nico walks into Elle’s office and everything changes…for both of them. But what can the tattooed, hard-bodied MMA fighter and the beautiful and always steady attorney have in common? A lot more than they bargained for. 

Meet Liv MichaelsIt may have been seven years, but I'd know him anywhere. Sure, he's grown, filled out in all the right places, but his captivating blue eyes and cocky grin are exactly the way I remember. Even though I'd much rather forget.Liv Michaels is almost there. She's smart, determined and weeks away from landing the job she's dreamed about for years. Time healed old wounds, even her broken heart from the devastation of being crushed by her first love.Meet Vince StoneWomen love a fighter, especially a good one. Lucky for me, I'm damn good. But there's one woman that isn't interested. Not again, anyway.Vince 'The Invincible' Stone is every woman's fantasy...strong, sexy, confident and completely in control. Growing up surrounded by chaos, he's learned never to get too attached. Love will drag you down. He adores women, treats them well, puts their own needs before his own...for the night anyway. With the biggest fight of his life coming up, his focus should be on training.When fate brings Vince & Liv back together again, there's no denying the chemistry is still there. But can Vince erase the old scars their past left behind? Or will Liv hurt him instead?

They say men like a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. I never knew the sentiment was reciprocal. Until I met Jax Knight. A gentleman in public, a commanding, dirty talking rogue in the bedroom.Daughter of legendary fighter “The Saint,” Lily St. Claire knows firsthand how fighters can be. As the owner of a chain of MMA gyms, she’s no stranger to aggressive, dominating, and possessive men. That’s why she’s always kept her distance. But the day Jax Knight walks through her door she’s captivated by his charm. Stunningly handsome, well mannered, Ivy League educated, and confident, he shatters all the preconceived notions she’d come to think were true about men who trained to fight.But falling for someone so soon after her breakup wasn’t something she’d planned on. And definitely not something her ex plans to allow.

Two stories so deeply intertwined, you’ll think you know how they intersect…but you’ll be wrong….Zack MartinThe day I met Emily Bennett my whole world changed. Sure, we were just kids, but I was old enough to know my life would never be the same. She was my best friend. My destiny. My fate. I wasn’t wrong…I just didn’t know how twisted fate could be.Nikki FallonAfter the death of my mother, moving from my dark and dreary trailer park to sunny California, I was focused on one thing – finding a sister I’d only just learned existed. Falling in love with him wasn’t part of the plan. But he filled a void I never knew was possible to fill. He had to be my fate. My destiny. Until the day I finally found out who my sister was…and how twisted fate could be.

The rules:No dating.No sex outside of the game.No disclosing the terms of the contract.Rules were made to be broken, right?Eight weeks ago I signed a contract. One that seemed like a good idea at the time. A handsome bachelor, luxury accommodations, and a chance to win a prize my family desperately needed. There were some rules though. Lots of them actually. Follow the script, no dating, sex, or disclosing the terms of the deal. After my self-imposed moratorium on men the last year, it wouldn’t be hard to live up to my end of the bargain…so I thought. Until I realized the deal I’d made was with the devil…and I was in love with his dirty-talking brother.  

Dimpled smile of a boyHard body of a manSings like an angelFucks like the devilI was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl’s fantasy became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another man. The problem was—the two men—they shared a tour bus. Flynn Beckham was the opening act.Dylan Ryder was the headliner.What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?I’ll tell you what happens. Things get ugly.  

The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men's locker room. It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.The famed quarterback decided to bare all.And by all, I don't mean he told me any of his secrets.No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby--screwing with me.When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.But I don't date players.And it's not because I'm one of the few women working in the world of professional football.I'd date an athlete.It's the other kind of player I don't date.You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.Brody Easton was the ultimate player.Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.Turned out, I was that girl.Simple right?Let's face it. It never is.There's a story between once upon a time and happily ever after...And this one is ours.

The night I met Drew Jagger, he'd just broken into my new Park Avenue office.I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills.He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant.Only, turned out, he wasn't an intruder at all.Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He'd been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn't really available for rent.I was swindled out of ten grand.The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he'd let me stay until I found a new place.I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn't help giving him a piece of my mind.I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages.The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing.And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.

The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straightΓÇòtelling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend-smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy.Oops. My mistake.Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?That's what I thought...until I walked into class the next morning.Well, hello Professor West, I'm your new teaching assistant.I'll be working under you...figuratively speaking.Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thingΓÇòworking under Professor West.This was going to be interesting...