All books by Vi Keeland.

He’s her boss. She’s his greatest temptation. The first time I met Dawson Reed, we wound up in bed. The problem was, neither of us knew the other were there.

A sexy, enemies-to-lovers standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland. The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar. Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born.

Join us as we welcome Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward for a conversation and book signing on Tuesday, April 8 at 6PM to celebrate the release of the deluxe edition of The Rules of Dating, the first in a new standalone romance series from both authors.

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**New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Vi Keeland, brings you the steamy story of Vince & Liv** Meet Liv Michaels It may have been seven years, but I’d know him anywhere.

When my grandmother found out she didn’t have long to live, she embarked on a crazy trip—jumping out of airplanes and scuba diving with sharks. After I repeatedly voiced my concern, Gram blocked me—her own grandson—on text and social media, leaving me only her travel companion Eleanor’s number. Eleanor started sending me pictures of Gram’s ... <a title="Something Unexpected" class ...

The first time I met Merrick Crawford was during my job interview. Well, technically, I’d met him twenty minutes earlier when he’d barged into a fitting room a few doors down from my appointment.

La primera vez que vi a Hudson Rothschild fue en una boda… en la que me colé. Era el hombre más atractivo que había visto nunca, y, cuando me pidió que bailara con él, supe que nuestra química era de otro mundo, pero también que era una muy mala idea: si descubría que era una impostora, nuestro mágico momento acabaría.

Tout a commencé avec un petit mot bleu mystérieux cousu dans une robe de mariée. Quelque chose de bleu. J’étais venue vendre ma propre robe, que je n’avais jamais eu l’occasion de porter, dans une boutique de vêtements de seconde main.