Cover by: Lori Jackson
Unmoored Copyright © 2019 by Ella James
Lei’d in Paradise (A Cupcakes Series Novella) Copyright © 2019 by Bethany Lopez
The Accidental Hookup Copyright © 2019 by Claudia Burgoa
Falling From Gravity Copyright © 2019 by K.k. Allen
The Anti-Fling Copyright © 2019 by Parker S. Huntington
Cake By The Ocean Copyright © 2019 by Cambria Hebert
After Party Copyright © 2019 by Nicole French
My Best Friend’s Honeymoon Copyright © 2019 by Grahame Claire
Some Beach Copyright © 2019 by Harloe Rae
Flingology Copyright © 2019 by Logan Chance
Single In Paradise Copyright © 2019 by Leslie Pike
Accidental Fling with a Superstar Copyright © 2019 by Sunniva Dee
Pour Judgment Copyright © 2019 by Heather M. Orgeron
Bliss on Break Copyright © 2019 by Amelia Wilde
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Contents
My Best Friend’s Honeymoon by Grahame Claire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Afterword
Also by Grahame Claire
About the Author
The Anti-Fling by Parker S. Huntington
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Also by Parker S. Huntington
About the Author
Unmoored by Ella James
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
About the Author
Also by Ella James
After Party by Nicole French
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Also by Nicole French
About the Author
Pour Judgment By Heather M. Orgeron
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author
Also By Heather M. Orgeron
Single in Paradise by Leslie Pike
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About the Author
Also by Leslie Pike
Lei’d in Paradise by Bethany Lopez
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
About the Author
Also by Bethany Lopez
Accidental Fling with a Superstar by Sunniva Dee
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About the Author
Also by Sunniva Dee
Bliss on Break by Amelia Wilde
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About the Author
Cake by the Ocean by Cambria Hebert
Natalie
About the Author
Falling from Gravity by K.K. Allen
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Also by K.K. Allen
About the Author
Some Beach by Harloe Rae
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
About the Author
Also by Harloe Rae
Flingology by Logan Chance
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Logan Chance
The Accidental Hookup by Claudia Burgoa
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
About the Author
Also By Claudia Burgoa
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Afterword
Also by Grahame Claire
About the Author
Smithe
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“What do you mean you aren’t going to make the flight?”
The man across the narrow aisle of the plane stared wide-eyed at my raised voice even as the woman next to him chattered away. I pressed the phone to my ear and angled away from him as Roxy continued to make excuses.
“Mr. Bubbles escaped. I’d think you’d be more concerned.” Seriously? Roxy was giving me a guilt trip?
“That cat only moves to eat, so don’t tell me that the lazy thing actually ventured out of your house.” I gripped the phone so tightly in my hand, pain shot through my joints.
“Also, somebody pulled the fire alarm at the library.” Considering it was eight in the morning on a Sunday and we didn’t open the library until one, I highly doubted it.
“This isn’t fifty excuses to give your best friend for leaving her alone on your honeymoon.” The lady in front of me whipped around and flashed a scathing look. I smiled apologetically and lowered my voice. “If you aren’t on this plane by the time it takes off—”
“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. Flight crew, secure the door.”
“As soon as I can get another flight, I’ll be right behind you,” Roxy promised.
“I can’t believe you overslept.” She was perpetually late to everything. Why I was surprised she missed the flight, especially after what went down at her wedding yesterday, I didn’t know.
“Um…well…actually, I didn’t.”
“Don’t throw Mr. Bubbles under the bus again.”
“Fine. I was up all night doing unspeakable things to Marco,” she said in a rush.
“The best man?!” I squeaked.
“Miss, please put away your phone,” a passing flight attendant said in a polite but don’t-cross-me kind of way.
I nodded and gave her a tight smile. As soon as she moved on, I pinned the phone to my face as Roxy tried to explain herself.
“I got left at the altar. I deserved to have some fun.”
How could I argue with that? Roxy didn’t shed one tear at the church when she figured out her jackass fiancé wasn’t going to show up. She held it together even through the reception, which she insisted we all attend, but I knew my best friend. Every drop of champagne she’d consumed was a substitute for all the tears she held in. When she’d suggested I come on her honeymoon with her instead of letting the trip go to waste, I couldn’t say no.
“You’re lucky these seats are first class,” I said, softening my tone.
“Rox? Cuore mio, come back to bed. I need to taste you again.”
I choked on a sip of water. “He’s still there?”
“I promise I’ll be there tomorrow. Have a cocktail—” She shrieked and suddenly sounded far away. “Marco! I’m talking to Smithe.”
“We have to go now, Smithe,” he rumbled, and the line went dead.
I glanced around and slumped in my seat. Great. I was headed to a couples resort in Antigua. Alone.
Hale
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“This time when you throw up, try to get it in here.”
The mother in the aisle seat opened up the vomit bag and handed it to the boy sitting between us. I edged closer to the window, but there was nowhere to go. Coach seats were not meant to contain people over six feet tall.
Maybe the bag was just a precaution.
We rocketed down the runway. The bag slipped from the kid’s hands. The plane had barely lifted off the ground when he turned his head and tossed his cookies. All over me.
“I’m so sorry.” The mother leaned across her child and dabbed at me with a blanket. Vomit covered my shirt and pants. “I thought he’d gotten better about getting sick during takeoff.”
The kid was pale and huddled closer to his mother. He looked mortified and also ready to throw up again as the plane jetted into the sky.
I took the blanket from her. “It’s okay.” I held my breath as I cleaned up, queasy from the smell.
I knew the kid hadn’t meant to do it, and I willed my irritation down.
“Excuse me.” I balled up the blanket and climbed over them into the aisle.
“Sir!” A flight attendant rushed up the aisle toward me. “Please take your seat. The fasten seatbelt sign is still on.”
I moved the blanket from in front of me so she could see my predicament.
She wrinkled her nose, but pointed in the direction I came from. “You’ll have to remain seated until the captain gives the all clear to move about the cabin.”
“I’m covered in vomit, and the kid here could probably use a ginger ale.”
“Please take your seat, sir,” she insisted.
I was tempted to turn around and find the lavatory in the front of the plane, but I couldn’t risk being that unruly guy on YouTube who had to be subdued by the other passengers. This wasn’t a pleasure trip for me. It was all business, and landing this deal was make or break, so a little—okay, a lot—of vomit wasn’t going to stop me.
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“Here you are, sir. You should be safe now.” The flight attendant winked at me as she ushered me to a new seat. In first class. Not bad.
As I looked toward the seat, all I saw was a halo of dark hair closest to the aisle. Honey brown eyes looked up at the commotion and widened a fraction at the up-close shot of what was left of the vomit down my front. Her nostrils flared, and her mouth turned down.
When I lifted my heavy case, I lost my grip on it. The woman reached out to support the bottom as it dangled from one of my hands. She stood and helped me stow the case in the overhead bin.
“What’s in there? Bricks?” She wrinkled her nose as she glanced at my soiled clothes.
I closed the bin and nodded my thanks, ignoring her disgust. “My future.”
She gave me a curious look, but said nothing and stepped aside so I could get to the window seat. As I sat, I caught a fresh whiff of throw-up. I clamped my lips shut and held my breath.
“Here’s a bag if you need it.”
She held out the paper sack and grimaced.
“I’m not sick,” I said as soon as I was sure I wasn’t going to be.
Her gaze flicked toward my soiled clothes, and she raised an eyebrow.
“The kid next to me and take-off didn’t jive. Since there was an empty seat up here, they offered to move me. I couldn’t pass up the extra leg room.” I gestured toward the space in front of me, even though my legs were still folded up.
She muttered something to herself, unimpressed at my attempt to make conversation. Hell, so was I. I chatted people up for a living, but this was pitiful. I’d chalk it up to the fumes and embarrassment.
“I threw up on a plane once, and they didn’t move me to first class,” she said as she picked up the book on her lap and flipped it open to a dog-eared page.