The Dating Games Series Volume One: Books 1-2.5
by T.K. Leigh
Fake relationships, forbidden romance, and second chances abound in this collection of the first three books in USA Today Bestselling author T.K. Leigh’s Dating Games. Follow this group of strong, independent women as they find love in the jungle of Manhattan.
Note to self: When your boyfriend dumps you on your thirtieth birthday, it's probably not the smartest idea to drink so much that you wake up in the same bed as the mysterious hottie wearing the gorgeous suit who you noticed sitting across the bar.
The only silver lining in my obvious lack of judgment is the promise of never seeing Mr. Suit again, not in a city the size of New York.
Or so I thought, until a story I'm working on about the country's most sought-after and elusive escort lands me in the same café as Mr. Suit. So I do what any self-respecting woman of my age would do in my shoes... Try to ignore him.
But he won't let me.
It all started in Vegas.
Now, I know what you're thinking… What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in the city of sin.
Normally, I'd be inclined to agree. Until Lincoln Moore walks into my life.
On paper, we mix as well as oil and water. He's confident. Commanding. Successful. Master of his universe. I'm a hot mess, barely holding on as I struggle to balance my job, finally finishing college, and keeping my mother sober.
But when the lights go out, nothing else matters.
Eight years ago, I agreed to marry the man of my dreams.
Eight years ago, I realized I'd also given a piece of my heart to his brother.
Eight years ago, I made the decision to walk away from both men.
What choice did I have? I couldn't stay with Jessie knowing the flame I carried for Asher burned just as bright.
Maybe even brighter.
So I did the only thing I could. I walked away with no intention of seeing either man again.
Until I step into a bar in Vegas and see a much more mature, much sexier version of Asher York, a guitar strapped to him, his soulful voice reminding me of everything I've tried to forget.
But there's no forgetting Asher York.