Vi Keeland Livres

Ils n'ont rien en commun mais vont devoir partager leur bureau... Emerie a enfin trouvé le local idéal pour abriter son cabinet de psychologie spécialisé dans les thérapies de couple. L'adresse est parfaite, à New York, sur Park Avenue, pour un loyer plutôt modique. Et tout cela pendant la période des fêtes de Noël. Elle emménage sur le champ, l'occasion est trop belle. Peut-être un peu trop justement... Son monde s'effondre lorsqu'elle découvre que ce bureau n'est pas libre du tout mais appartient à un avocat spécialisé dans les divorces, Drew Jagger. Emerie joue souvent de malchance, voilà qui le prouve encore amplement. Mais comment peut-elle se sortir de cet imbroglio ? Pour des raisons très personnelles, Drew n'a pas une très bonne opinion des femmes. Alors quand il trouve une inconnue dans ses bureaux en travaux, son premier réflexe est de la mettre à la porte. Très vite. Mais Emerie est charmante et victime d'une escroquerie. Certes, il n'y a pas grand chose en commun entre une psychologue qui travaille à rapprocher les couples et un avocat spécialisé dans les divorces mais il pourrait se laisser attendrir, même si les rencontres qu'il a faites les 31 décembre sont souvent synonymes de problèmes pour lui.

Vi Keeland, auteure de bests-sellers no 1 au classement du New York Times, nous livre un nouveau roman intégral, torride et sexy. Licenciée pour comportement inconvenant. J'avais du mal à croire la lettre entre mes mains. Neuf ans. Pendant neuf foutues années, je m'étais démenée pour l'une des plus grosses boîtes d'Amérique, et voilà que je me faisais virer par une lettre officielle à mon retour d'une semaine de vacances à Aruba. Tout cela à cause d'une vidéo prise pendant mes congés avec mes amis, une vidéo privée enregistrée pendant un moment privé. Ou du moins, c'était ce que je pensais... Furieuse, j'ai débouché une bouteille de vin et j'ai pris ma plus belle plume pour écrire au PDG multi-milliardaire et lui dire ce que je pensais de sa boîte et de leurs pratiques. Je ne pensais pas qu'il me répondrait. Et j'étais loin de me douter que j'allais soudain devenir la correspondante de ce riche connard. Il allait bien finir par se rendre compte que j'étais dans mon bon droit et il me rendrait mon poste. Sauf que... ce n'était pas la seule chose que Grant Lexington voulait faire pour moi. Mais il était hors de question que je fasse quoi que ce soit avec le patron du patron de mon patron. Aussi somptueux, charismatique et charmeur qu'il soit. Ce serait totalement déplacé, inconvenant, pour le coup. Un peu comme la vidéo qui m'a attiré tant d'ennuis. On ne guérit pas le mal par le mal. Même si parfois, le mal, c'est si bon.

A captivating standalone romance from a bestselling author, this novel promises a blend of passion and intrigue. Readers can expect a fresh narrative filled with chemistry and compelling characters, exploring themes of love and desire. The story is designed to engage and entertain, offering a unique experience that stands apart from the author's previous works.

"The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I'd received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city. Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts. I knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time. Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn't who I'd said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn't actually been addressed to me--it was sent to my ex-roommate who'd bounced a check for two months' rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding. Once caught, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might've plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail. Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block--but at least I'd escaped unscathed. Or so I thought. Until I realized I'd left my cell phone behind at the table. Take one guess who found it? This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it's only the tip of the iceberg."--Back cover

A blind date sets the stage for an unexpected connection between the narrator and Max Yearwood. As their relationship unfolds, it delves into the complexities of love, personal growth, and the surprises that come with opening up to someone new. The story explores themes of vulnerability and the challenges of modern romance, highlighting how first impressions can lead to profound changes in one's life.

A love letter sewn into a wedding gown ignites a scorching romance between a down-on-her-luck sculptor and an arrogant real estate heir.

This book, previously titled Dear Bridget I Want You, features a letter from Simon, a carefree British doctor, to Bridget, a proper single mom. Despite their differences, Simon can't stop thinking about her and hints at a potential romantic connection, leaving the door open for her to visit him.

From the No. 1 New York Times and TikTok bestselling author, comes a twisty and deeply compelling thriller about a psychiatrist who crosses all moral and ethical boundaries as she forms an obsession with a man who later becomes her patient.

The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn’t exactly make a good impression. I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date. He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice. So I told him to mind his own damn business—his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business—and went back to my miserable date. When he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arrogant, sexy ass walk back to his date. I couldn’t help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked. When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out. But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us—telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood. My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting. When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I’d never see him again. I mean, what were the chances I’d run into him again in a city with eight million people? Then again… What were the chances a month later he’d wind up being my new sexy boss?