The Breaking The Rules Series is perfect for fans of contemporary romance with tropes that include: friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, secret baby, swoony heroes, forced proximity, happily ever afters, and enough spice to have you reading with one hand.
This bundle includes: Flirting With Love, Flirting With Fate, and Flirting With Hate.
Book 1: Flirting With Love 🌻
Everyone knows the rules of friendship, right?
Rule #1: Don’t kiss your best friend.
Rule #2: Don’t have sex with your best friend.
Rule #3: Don’t pretend like it didn’t happen the next day.
Bailey Renshaw is my best friend.
Kind. Sweet as a peach, and so beautiful it should be a crime.
Since we were kids I’ve wanted her, and one time when we were nothing more than teenagers I kissed her. It was the first mistake I ever made in our friendship. Giving her my heart and hoping she felt the same were my second and third.
That night she broke me, ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. Anyone else would’ve hated her for it, but it only made me value her more, and realize that I would do anything I could to keep her in my life even if it was only as a friend and nothing more.
As a permanent resident of the friend zone, I promised myself that I would never cross that line again no matter how badly I wanted to, and I wanted to, badly.
Every time she smiled at me, licked her pink lips, or flashed her doe eyes my way I came a little closer to breaking the rules again… but I didn’t. I couldn’t do that to us. Until one night when we decided to break the rules together.
One Earth shattering night together and I knew nothing would ever be the same.
Friends, or lovers? I don’t know what we are anymore. The rules no longer apply to us.
Now the only question is, can we fix what we had before it’s too late or is our friendship over for good? And all because of one single kiss?
Book 2: Flirting With Fate 🍼
Fate has nothing to do with love, right?
Rule #1: Always wear a condom.
Rule#2: Always leave them wanting more.
Rule #3: Always man up.
As soon as I set my sights on Erica Roberts, the maid of honor in my brother's wedding I know she'll be my next conquest.
Tone, tan, and sweet as pie. A girl like her had no business being with a man like me.
Still, against my better judgement I gave into temptation giving us both the best night of our lives. When I woke up the next morning she was gone, and I was reminded that I broke my most important rule, to always wear a condom.
I choose to forget it ever happened, and bury the memory of Erica deep in my mind.
That's working just fine, until I get a phone call late one night.
Looks like I'm going to be a daddy, and if that's not enough to wrap my head around Erica tells me she doesn't need my help, nor does she want it.
Little does she know I'm not the type to abandon anyone. She's got it wrong about me and I'm going to prove it to her.
Book 3: Flirting With Hate 📰
Ex's can be roommates, right?
Rule #1: Don't let your ex move in with you.
Rule #2: Don't have sex with your ex.
Rule #3: Don't fall asleep hugging a turkey leg.
The day I woke up to a ransacked apartment is the day everything went downhill. My roommate, no-ex roommate, took everything, even my epic purple couch.
Rent will be due soon and I'm desperate, but not so desperate I'd let Travis Westmister live with me.
That is, until my brother convinces me to take a chance on him.
Now the man I gave my v-card to after one night of terrible choices, is parading around my house shirtless, showing off his cut from stone body. Making me want things I can never have.
Worst of all, no matter how hard I try to ignore his existence, there's always one thing or another reminding me that he's here.
While I struggle to remind myself that he broke my heart, and that I hate his guts (kinda-sorta) I realize he’s not who I thought he was at all and while I might have been wrong about him, that doesn't fix my broken heart.
Of course I won't fall for my ex who is now my roommate, why would I?
