Bella Matthews

This man is temptation personified. He’s six feet four inches of rock-solid, golden muscles that are inked to perfection and proudly displayed every time he steps into the cage. I’m the idiot who agreed to stay with him for the next few days....

In my defense, I never planned on marrying my husband. But after one wild night and one too many cocktails, I wake up tangled in silk sheets, with a diamond ring on my finger, a sinfully sexy prince next to me in bed, and palace guards banging on the door with devastating news.

Callen Sinclair has been the bane of my existence since I was six years old. You’d think that would have been my first red flag. I mean... you’d be wrong, but you could think it.

Learning how to fly stole my childhood, and accomplishing my dreams took my parents. After my parents' death, taking care of my little brother and running my dance studio are the only things I've got time for in my hectic life. Until Declan Sinclair....

Pushing Maddox Beneventi away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done… until the day I showed up at his doorstep clutching a positive pregnancy test. If you’d have told me we’d be married a month later, I’d have laughed in your face.

A fake marriage with a single dad wasn't on my dance card, but there are worse ways to start the summer.

A little white lie never hurt anyone . . . or so I thought. One fake date and we’d go our separate ways, at least that’s how hockey’s hottest golden boy—Nixon Sinclair—convinced me this would work. But it turns out, Nix had other plans.

I was supposed to be taking the summer off from dating... and flirting... and men in general. A cleanse. It sounded great in theory. But theory went out the window when my own personal kryptonite sat on the barstool next to mine.

I had my friends. I had football. I had a future I was set on, until her. Eleanor Kingston was the girl. The one I'd choose if I could, but all I had to give was one night. My life had been decided for me, my future predetermined. There's no room left for football or love....

Growing up, I was the youngest member of my family. Sheltered and protected by my older brother and his friends. Always on the outside looking in. College was supposed to be my chance for a fresh start. My opportunity to figure out who I am and what I want....

Sawyer Kingston is an a**hole. The thing is, he’s got everyone fooled. To them, he’s the gorgeous billionaire who owns the hottest bar in the city. To me, he’s the cocky jerk whose favorite pastime has always been torturing me....

I've been called football royalty my entire life. Born into a family that has experienced the highs and lows of the game. Constantly surrounded by football players and coaches. Now I'm following my father across the country for yet another team....

Bella Matthews comes an Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Sports Romance. Killian St. James was the boy I loved. Now he’s the man I love to hate. To the world, I’m America’s sweetheart. A brand built on fairy tales and love songs that sell millions.

This devastatingly handsome grump may be everyone's favorite goalie, but to me, he's my strength when demons haunt my dreams. And okay—so maybe he's also the only man I've ever loved. But he doesn't need to know that.

You’d think a romance author would know better than to fall for her fake husband. It’s the oldest trope in the book . . . literally. But it turns out writing it and living it are two very different things.

Aiden Murphy has always made me nervous. He's larger than life. Always the center of attention. I'm the opposite. I hate to have everyone's eyes on me. He lives his life in public, and I like to live behind the scenes. I had never been on his radar, and then I was....

I’ve never been that guy. The one who questioned his choices. Who didn’t have a purpose. If I wanted something, I worked harder than everyone else and made it happen....

Falling for the grumpy, single dad next door wasn’t on my summer to-do list. Did I mention he’s also a football god? A really hot one? Because he is. Becoming said baller’s new nanny?

Ares Wilder is a so-called bad boy. A ladies' man. The teammate most likely to fight both on and off the ice. Now, this devastatingly dark and handsome hockey player with a sinful smile and a filthy mouth is my twin sister's brother-in-law, landing him firmly in the forbidden category.

One night. I let myself have one night with him after avoiding him for years. But one night was all it took for history to repeat itself. Cade St. James was my past. He was the boy who stole my heart before he left for the Marine Corps....