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About Holly Renee
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Amazon Top 100 bestselling author of contemporary romance, Holly Renee brings readers a pinch of angst, an indulgence of heat, and the perfect amount of heart in every book.
Born and raised in East Tennessee, she is a married mom of two wild children. When she's not writing, you can find her reading, pretending to be a dragon for the hundredth time that day, being disgustingly in love with her husband, or chilling in the middle of the lake with her sunglasses and a float.
Holly is a lover of all things romance, Mexican food, Harry Potter, and yoga pants.
Holly is represented by Savannah Greenwell at Two Daisy Media.
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Obsessive rivals. Arrogant bastards. Beautiful bullies with dirty mouths and bodies to die for.
The men are powerful, irresistible, and totally unavailable. The women are gorgeous, witty, and ready to set the world on fire. They've all got nothing--or maybe everything--to prove. Enemies clash and tensions rise in a sizzling battle between love and hate.
Giving in isn't an option. Walking away... impossible. Can adversaries and opposites ever truly come together?
Hate and love run high in these twenty-one salacious stories by new and bestselling authors of enemies-to-lovers and bully romance. Stay up all night flipping the pages of this hot new set.
If you're a fan of LJ Shen, Mickey Miller, or Lauren Landish then you will love this limited-time collection.
Authors included in this set: Lexy Timms, Kate West, Brooke O’Brien, Erin Trejo, Veronica Eden, Elle Thorpe, Naomi Springthorp, Brantwijn Serrah, and Torie James, Shaw Hart, Cameron Hart, Holly Renee, S. Massery, Regina Bartley, MV Ellis, Becca Steele, Sahara Roberts, Tonya Clark, S. Rena & BL Mute, Jacie Lennon, and R. Holmes, Angela Nicole, KB Cinder, Maya Riley, and Steph Weston.
And Beck Clermont controlled them all.
He was arrogant and conceited, and from the moment I met him, he had made up his mind about me.
Dangerously handsome and wickedly cruel, he had no intention of letting me spend my senior year under the radar.
The secrets of old money ran deep, and even though I barely knew them, the sins of my family had put a target on my back.
He was a hurricane, and I was unprepared for the storm.
His touch fatal. His impact irreparable.
There was no negotiation.
He stole my heart. Without warning, without permission.
He was the enemy, but that didn't stop me from falling for The Touch of a Villain.---
This book is part of a series and is not a standalone.
Guys like Tucker Moore don't date girls like me.
His boring ol' washboard abs look like they were sculpted by the gods, and I have more curves than a backroad in a country song.
He can charm the panties off anyone, but I am better off hiding behind my camera lens.
He's my next-door neighbor and the definition of a bad idea.
I have no business thinking about him, and I should have pushed him out of my dreams the moment he showed up.
I'd have been better off not tempting him into anything more when I should have been walking straight into the friend-zone.
Which I do, faster than he can say "Just friends."
It doesn't matter that he spends more time in my apartment than his or that he smiles at me in a way that makes my stomach flip.
That's just Tucker.
Before I know it, he's my best friend.
And completely off-limits.
A weekend away is our downfall, and I pack my bag so full, I can't fit my logic.
Because Tucker would be fine.
But I'd end up in Trouble with the Guy Next Door.
**Previously published as Bottoms Up by Holly Renee**
-Bloggers From Down Under
It was a bad idea from the beginning.
He was my brother's best friend and the definition of unavailable.
But I didn't care. I had loved him for as long as I could remember.
He was worth the risk. He was worth everything.
But then he broke my heart as easily as I fell for him.
He watched me fall, spiraling out of control, and as I reached for him, he wasn't there to catch me.
So I ran.
Four years later, I never expected to see him again.
He was still my brother's best friend, and he was more unavailable than ever.
He looked every bit the bad boy I knew he was, covered in tattoos and a crooked smile.
Guarding my heart from him was top priority because Parker James was where good girls go to die.
Unfortunately for him, I wasn't a good girl anymore.
Step one: Graduate from college with no prospective jobs lined up.
Step two: Move back home with your parents because no job unfortunately equals no money.
Step 3: Forget to social media stalk the guy who broke your heart before accepting a job in a town with a smaller population than a frat party on a Wednesday night.
I should quit but living with my parents forever doesn't seem like a solid life plan.
Jase Hale is the golden boy. Our boss thinks he's beyond talented. The receptionist sends him more flirty smiles and baked goods than is considered normal for a woman old enough to be his mom.
I try to avoid him and his undeniable charm at all costs.
He does everything he can to get under my skin.
Every encounter leaves me reeling.
Every smirk makes my stomach flip.
I assume he's playing with me, just pushing my buttons like always, but when he lifts me onto my desk and shuts me up with his lips on mine, I'm more confused than ever.
It doesn't matter that he's trying to prove me wrong. Having my heart broken by the same jerk twice in one lifetime isn't an option.
He already blew his shot, and I have no intention of getting in Trouble with the Hotshot Boss.
**Previously published as Double Shot by Holly Renee.**
Not for a lifetime. Just for one night.
But as sure as I am that one night between us would rock both of our worlds, he's equally as sure that the two of us are a horrible idea.
Until he needs me.
One week, a fake relationship, and an offer I can't refuse.
The pet names? Bogus.
The details of our whirlwind romance? Completely fabricated.
The way he kisses me? That feels way too real.
Faking it with Liam is way too easy and forgetting why I'm here is effortless.
I only have two jobs. Convincing everyone else we're in love and convincing myself we're not.
But it's not that simple.
He makes it easy to forget he's practically paying me to be his girlfriend.
Too easy to forget that we aren't real.
It's one week and my heart on the line.
Everything was supposed to be fake. The rules perfectly clear, but I was in Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend.
I was ninety percent sure he simply ate up girls like me.
I was covered in paint splatters, cake batter, and sweat the first time I met him.
He was covered in badass tattoos and a smile that seemed to hold a secret I would never figure out.
Rule number 1 was never, under any circumstances, fall for the man who I wrote my lease check to.
So, I tucked him away in the “Fantasize Only” compartment of my brain and called it a day.
But he didn’t make it easy.
He was arrogant, funny, and the biggest flirt I had ever met.
Most of the time, I didn’t know if I was just a game to him.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was on a mission to ruin my life.
And maybe my heart, too.
Nothing good came from listening to my heart.
It was careless and irrational and became way too invested when I read a romance novel.
So I put her under lock and key.
I only had a few rules, and I always stuck with them.
1. Never get attached.
2. Always run before the feels become contagious.
3. No matter what, under no circumstances, never fall in love.
He was a playboy who ran by the same set of rules.
What we had together was fun, it was hot, and it was temporary.
Until he screwed everything up.
We were never meant to be each other's happily ever after, but the harder I tried to push him away, the further I fell.
But my life was no fairy tale.
And in this kingdom called college, the rules went out the window.
I’d known golden boy, Theo Hunt, was the one for me since we were kids. My heart was his for the taking, but I had become nothing more than the MVP of the campus king’s friend-zone.
Easton Cole was a storm I couldn’t have predicted. He knocked me off my feet and stole my heart. But he was off-limits. Not only was he Theo’s frat brother but he was the teacher’s assistant in English 101 and I was acing every test.
My heart was torn, my feelings tangled.
Because as soon as I noticed Easton, Theo finally noticed me.
I was in love with two guys, as different as night and day, but I could only have one.
I only hoped I didn’t choose The Wrong Prince Charming.
Read all three books in the Good Girls series in this intoxicatingly steamy collection.
Includes:
Where Good Girls Go to Die
Where Bad Girls Go to Fall
Where Bad Boys are Ruined
Book 1
Where Good Girls Go to Die
It was a bad idea from the beginning.
He was my brother's best friend and the definition of unavailable.
But I didn't care. I had loved him for as long as I could remember.
He was worth the risk. He was worth everything.
But then he broke my heart as easily as I fell for him.
He watched me fall, spiraling out of control, and as I reached for him, he wasn't there to catch me.
So I ran.
Four years later, I never expected to see him again.
He was still my brother's best friend, and he was more unavailable than ever.
He looked every bit the bad boy I knew he was, covered in tattoos and a crooked smile.
Guarding my heart from him was top priority because Parker James was where good girls go to die.
Unfortunately for him, I wasn't a good girl anymore.
Book 2
Where Bad Girls Go to Fall
Nothing good came from listening to my heart.
It was careless and irrational and became way too invested when I read a romance novel.
So I put her under lock and key.
I only had a few rules, and I always stuck with them.
1. Never get attached.
2. Always run before the feels become contagious.
3. No matter what, under no circumstances, never fall in love.
He was a playboy who ran by the same set of rules.
What we had together was fun, it was hot, and it was temporary.
Until he screwed everything up.
We were never meant to be each other's happily ever after, but the harder I tried to push him away, the further I fell.
Book 3
Where Bad Boys are Ruined
I ate leftover cupcakes and cracked macarons for breakfast.
I was ninety percent sure he simply ate up girls like me.
I was covered in paint splatters, cake batter, and sweat the first time I met him.
He was covered in badass tattoos and a smile that seemed to hold a secret I would never figure out.
Rule number 1 was never, under any circumstances, fall for the man who I wrote my lease check to.
So, I tucked him away in the “Fantasize Only” compartment of my brain and called it a day.
But he didn’t make it easy.
He was arrogant, funny, and the biggest flirt I had ever met.
Most of the time, I didn’t know if I was just a game to him.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was on a mission to ruin my life.
And maybe my heart, too.
C’était une mauvaise idée dès le départ.
Il était le meilleur ami de mon frère et la définition même de l’inatteignable. Mais je m’en fichais.
Je l’avais aimé depuis aussi longtemps que je m’en souvenais. Il valait le risque. Il valait tout. Mais, il m’a brisé le cœur aussi facilement que je suis tombée amoureuse de lui. Il m’a regardé tomber, perdant tout contrôle, et alors que je tendais la main vers lui, il n’était pas là pour me rattraper. Alors j’ai fui.
Quatre ans plus tard, je ne m’attendais plus à le revoir. Il était toujours le meilleur ami de mon frère et plus inatteignable que jamais. Il avait l’air du mauvais garçon que je savais qu’il était, couvert de tatouages et avec un rictus en guise de sourire. Protéger mon cœur de lui était la priorité absolue parce que Parker James était la perte des gentilles filles.
Malheureusement pour lui, je n’étais plus une gentille fille.
Lui era il migliore amico di mio fratello, perciò INAVVICINABILE per definizione.
Ma io me ne sono fregata. Perché sono innamorata di lui da che ho dei ricordi.
Mi sono detta che valeva il rischio. Valeva tutto per lui.
E ho finito per bruciarmi…
Tanto facilmente come io mi ero innamorata, lui mi ha spezzato il cuore.
Fino all’ultimo ho sperato che mi salvasse, che mi porgesse una mano, e invece mi ha lasciata cadere.
Così non mi è rimasto che correre. Scappare. Mettere una grande distanza tra noi.
E sono passati quattro anni, e mai più mi sarei aspettata di rivederlo.
Era sempre il migliore amico di mio fratello, ed era più off-limits che mai.
Tatuaggi e sorrisetto storto, aveva ancora quell’aria da cattivo ragazzo che mi aveva fatto perdere la testa.
Perciò dovevo stare attenta. Molto attenta.
Perché Parker James era la fine di ogni brava ragazza.
Ma, purtroppo per lui, io non ero più una brava ragazza.