Business of Love Series by Ali Parker

A woman in the business of love that’s never been in a real relationship.Check. That’s me. Nessa Night. Now I know what you’re thinking. That sounds like a stripper name. Hold up. Let me explain.It’s my radio talk-show name. My incognito way of helping the world love deeper and more often. Though my love life is like a ten-year-old fall leaf trapped between the pages of an old journal. #dramaticI’m short. Curvy. Average at best. And I’m a fraud... moreA woman in the business of love that’s never been in a real relationship.Check. That’s me. Nessa Night. Now I know what you’re thinking. That sounds like a stripper name. Hold up. Let me explain.It’s my radio talk-show name. My incognito way of helping the world love deeper and more often. Though my love life is like a ten-year-old fall leaf trapped between the pages of an old journal. #dramaticI’m short. Curvy. Average at best. And I’m a fraud. For all the advice I give on the air, I have zero experience to back it up. I’m eternally single. Forever alone.And the only man I’ve ever caught feelings for is one of my callers: Mr No Name.Much to my surprise, he’s not unknown at all.The grandson of the great Jack Daniels is my caller, and worse? He’s my brother’s best friend from high school. Only one way to right these increasingly awkward wrongs. High school reunion time. He wants in, and I want a date who looks like him. The only thing off is his advice about love. It’s from Nessa night. Me!And if he swoons over her (me!) one more time, I’ll have to give in and tell him. Besides, I’m in the business of love. If I don’t got this, who does? *Gulp* less

I’ve never walked down the aisle, but I get paid to stand beside it.Why I’m a wedding planner is beyond me.Oh yeah. I love the pretty dresses, the food, the glamour and glitz.Getting dressed up and owning the night, though I always go home alone.It’s a weird setup.Being in business is all I’ve ever wanted, and yet the one I chose depresses me beyond belief.Either way, I’m damn good at my job.Nothing comes between me and putting on bridezilla’s day to remember.Except when it doesn’t work out... moreI’ve never walked down the aisle, but I get paid to stand beside it.Why I’m a wedding planner is beyond me.Oh yeah. I love the pretty dresses, the food, the glamour and glitz.Getting dressed up and owning the night, though I always go home alone.It’s a weird setup.Being in business is all I’ve ever wanted, and yet the one I chose depresses me beyond belief.Either way, I’m damn good at my job.Nothing comes between me and putting on bridezilla’s day to remember.Except when it doesn’t work out.Like it didn’t for my super hunky, wealthy, hot as sin, beautiful, sculpted (I’m going overboard aren’t I?) client.And he's a single father to boot.And a good one!Well, he was engaged to a monster.This woman would eat all other bride-beasts for breakfast and still be ready to melt down a city with her “lovely” personality.The poor man doesn’t seem to realize what he’s getting himself into.And we're falling for each other. So much more than we should. It's all terribly wrong.I could lose my business thanks to the media getting wind of our inappropriate love affair that exists really only in my head.Let the thought go and give up on love for good, or go after the one man I want in my life, my future, my bed?
Ugh. I’m all tied up either way. less

Want the most romantic honeymoon experience you can get? I’m your gal.Unfortunately, it isn’t by experience that I know these things.Love doesn’t come easily to an overworked type-A planner who manages romance at the most luxurious resort in the Virgin Islands.I have far too many boxes to check to be checking out anything but forms, schedules, and rose petals.God, the rose petals in this place.For the longest time, my career has been my ultimate dream and completely filled me up... moreWant the most romantic honeymoon experience you can get? I’m your gal.Unfortunately, it isn’t by experience that I know these things.Love doesn’t come easily to an overworked type-A planner who manages romance at the most luxurious resort in the Virgin Islands.I have far too many boxes to check to be checking out anything but forms, schedules, and rose petals.God, the rose petals in this place.For the longest time, my career has been my ultimate dream and completely filled me up.Love was for others who needed a partner in life to get by but not me.I got this on my own.Until a class-A hottie shows up and knocks me off my feet—literally.He’s visiting the island trying to figure out what he’s running from or to. Take a number, mister. We all are.As great as he is, I can’t have kids and I’m honestly unsure of how he might feel about that.First comes love, then marriage, and then babies in the baby carriage.Perhaps I’ll just stick to what I know best—creating romance for others.As much as I thought I knew about forevers, I was completely wrong.This crazy little thing called love has called my bluff. less

How in the world can someone tell a million romance tales and not have love?For real? If you’re honestly wondering, ask me. I’d know. I’ve got bestselling romance novelist behind my name, but the world only knows me as W. Parker. It’s been fun to keep them guessing whether I’m a woman or a man. I’m pretty private beyond that because why give up the ruse? They’d laugh if they looked at my own love life. Besides, no good ever came from the entire world knowing someone’s dirty laundry... moreHow in the world can someone tell a million romance tales and not have love?For real? If you’re honestly wondering, ask me. I’d know. I’ve got bestselling romance novelist behind my name, but the world only knows me as W. Parker. It’s been fun to keep them guessing whether I’m a woman or a man. I’m pretty private beyond that because why give up the ruse? They’d laugh if they looked at my own love life. Besides, no good ever came from the entire world knowing someone’s dirty laundry.But then like in chapter twenty in a good book, it happens.She walks up while I’m deep in thought and bam! It was a dimly lit bar and a rainy night. As soon as I laid eyes on her, a muse formed in my mind and I had to talk to her. I had to know her.What? I’m a romance writer. Cut me some slack!Little did I know, though I should have, she rocked my world in ways I couldn’t create on paper or otherwise. She’d been with a lot of Mr. Wrongs, but maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to find Mr. Write. less

Talented. Successful. Wealthy. That’s me, and I look damn good in a three-piece suit or in nothing at all. Nudity is my jam. I’m an artist and my favorite inspiration is the female figure. Curvy. Beautiful. Lush. My life is perfect. Fast cars. Big luxurious home. And we’re opening more galleries across the country. The only thing I don’t have is inconsequential: love. Then a beautiful curvy woman shows up on my gallery floor and her wise ways and sexy sway make me think differently... moreTalented. Successful. Wealthy. That’s me, and I look damn good in a three-piece suit or in nothing at all. Nudity is my jam. I’m an artist and my favorite inspiration is the female figure. Curvy. Beautiful. Lush. My life is perfect. Fast cars. Big luxurious home. And we’re opening more galleries across the country. The only thing I don’t have is inconsequential: love. Then a beautiful curvy woman shows up on my gallery floor and her wise ways and sexy sway make me think differently. Maybe the life I have isn’t what I want after all. I thought I knew what living was, but after her, I’m not so sure. She’s challenging. Fickle. Flighty. She wants to travel abroad and she never saw a man like me fitting into her life. Poor thing doesn’t know what she’s missing.She’s mine. Period. Now I just need to be subtle, cool, collected. And she needs to read between the lines. less