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The Manhattan Svenssons Series by Alina Jacobs (2-6)
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Overview: Alina Jacobs is an Architect by day, writer by night, She loves matcha green tea, chocolate, and books!
Genre: Romance
2. Hating and Dating Your Boss with Style! - Bad day at work? Try having someone steal your beloved hotel.
Oh, and the new boss is absolutely the worst.
Work hard and ye shall be rewarded…
Wrong.
The Maxine Hotel was supposed to be mine.
I invested my meager savings into the upkeep.
I slept in a freezing-cold attic like Cinderella but with way more overeating.
I dealt with entitled guests and feral children on a daily basis.
Then Mike Svensson swaggers in with his billions and his bad attitude, steals the hotel from me, and starts bossing me around like he owns the place.
(Which, to be fair, he does, but that’s not the point!)
My boss is going down.
But he’s harder to get rid of than I thought.
Snack-addicted raccoons, angry squatters, and ghosts—nothing seems to faze him.
It’s time to bring out the big guns—I have two of them strapped to my chest!
Also, my bra is…not in the best shape, so I’m going to upgrade my underwear, then I’m going to make Mike fall so hard in love with me that he’ll give me the hotel.
Sounds like a terrible idea?
You would be correct.
Are you listing a million ways this could go wrong?
Yep, me too.
But it’s worth a shot, right?
After all, big risks mean big rewards, and Mike is huge.
Wait, no, not like that!
3. Yeah, I Hate-Ate Your Cupcake! - In my defense, my twin sister is engaged to the love of my life.
Ok, so he’s my ex of two weeks, but I have totally been in love with him since we were kids!
Guess he wanted the pretty twin. *shrug emoji* What else is new in my life?
They decided to break the news to me in a public place.
Probably because they thought it would keep me from losing it.
Ha! I am the queen of humiliating experiences.
Yelling, “Hey, bitch!” to a girl I thought was my bestie but was just a random stranger? Yup.
Spilling a smoothie all down my shirt in front of a hot guy? Check.
Awkward jokes at a job interview? Have you even met me?
Instead of handling the bad news maturely, I lied that I was totally A-OK with being the maid of honor at those lying cheaters’ upcoming nuptials because I already had a boyfriend, thank you very much.
Then I promptly grabbed an unsuspecting handsome billionaire and begged shamelessly for him to pretend to be my boyfriend. He, of course, reacted with horror because my life is so not a romantic comedy.
Most humiliating moment ever.
Actually, no, scratch that: the worst moment was later that evening, when I got arrested breaking into said billionaire’s office.
And since the universe really had it in for me (could also be terrible decision-making skills on my part, but who’s counting), things really took a turn for the worse when the handsome billionaire told me he was willing to make a deal...
And be my fake boyfriend.
Liam Svensson had a sexy smile, a deep sexy voice, and an even sexier body underneath that custom suit.
Saying he was out of my league would be a huge understatement.
What did he want?
My cupcake.
...Like, literally, my cupcake. One a day. A variety. Not... you know... that. Guys like Liam didn’t like awkward girls like me.
Except why was he looking at me like he could cover me in frosting and eat me up?
And why did I want to risk it all and say yes?
4. Love, Hate, and Terrible Dates - I’m twenty-three years old. I can’t be some billionaire’s ward.
Even if he is hot.
It’s a bad day when your boyfriend leaves you for someone with boobs and a butt faker than her Instagram pictures.
It’s an even worse day when a hot guy in a suit shows up in your bedroom and tells you that you’re his ward.
And it’s a complete disaster when your ex sues you and threatens to take your dog.
I have no alternatives—I have to throw myself to Carl Svensson’s mercy like a wretched Victorian romance heroine in order to save my dog.
I wish all I had to do was lounge around a haunted mansion in a pretty dress. Instead, Carl is forcing me to run outside in the morning, clean my apartment, and finally do something about my credit card debt. Yes, I am side-eyeing all of this.
Carl’s in for a shock of his own, though. I’m a free-spirited, art-loving girl with tattoos, multicolored hair, and piercings. Everywhere. *Wink emoji!*
An uptight, suit-wearing investment banker is not going to change me. But it’s a battle of wills that will determine whether he makes me a respectable person or not.
Carl is going down!
But not down on me…except for that one time…
5. The Worst Dates Bring Chocolate Cake - My butt pads are sliding under my shape wear, I had to starve to fit in this dress, and the last place on earth I want to be is on a date with Walker Svensson.
Entitled playboy. More money than sense. Abs you could grate cheese on.
Damn, I would stab someone for some brie.
This is truly the date from hell.
Walker is full of himself, somehow has bribed all the wait staff, oh and he showed up to the date with a giant chocolate cake shaped like a raccoon.
Don’t get me wrong I like cake as much as the next girl but seriously?!?
This is a nice restaurant. Grrrr!
Too bad I can’t throw my drink in his face and walk out.
For one, I think the padding in my bra would fall out if I stood up.
More importantly, I desperately need Walker to fall in love with me.
Yeah, I can’t believe it either, yet here we are, friends.
Am I a gold digger? Nope.
Just desperate and broke and about to lose my home.
...One I share with more roommates than a grown woman should have along with a pack of ferrets that my client refuses to pick up.
The article I plan to write about the whole debacle will launch my writing career. I’ll finally be able to pay off my debts!
But I have only ten days to do it.
Cue the panic.
Now I have to spend time with a man I despise.
At least Walker’s hot. Not that I’m ogling his chest when he’s not looking.
Or maybe I am. A little bit.
Sue me, I shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.
And when he catches me checking him out?
Let’s just say it’s not the worst date ever.
6. Dates I Love to Hate - Ever wish you could meet someone again for the very first time and walk right the eff by them?
When Greg Svensson crossed my path four years ago, I should have just let him keep on walking … right into the street to get hit by a bus.
But I was weak.
Not to mention that when you’re a six-foot-tall woman and meet a guy out in the wild who is both taller than you and attracted to you, you make certain allowances. You ignore certain red flags.
Greg is poison.
Sexy poison, but he’s still the type of bad decision that will leave you on the cold floor of your apartment, consuming your weight in cheese while you wonder what the hell happened.
Greg happened.
And now he’s stolen my company—the one I built by sheer force of will.
I’m demoralized, furious, humiliated.
The worst part?
Now we have to work together.
Him in the office next to mine.
His stupid, smug, perfect face on the other side of a glass wall that I swear to God I’m throwing a chair through if he doesn’t stop doing that tapping thing with his fountain pen.
Breathe.
He thinks he’s won.
But I’m going to make sure he regrets meeting me as much as I regret meeting him.
Forget stealing his parking space (though his expression is pretty funny).
And note to self: definitely forget sleeping with him!
No…I’m taking my pound of flesh.
Ugh. God, keep your clothes on. Not like that!
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Overview: Alina Jacobs is an Architect by day, writer by night, She loves matcha green tea, chocolate, and books!
Genre: Romance
2. Hating and Dating Your Boss with Style! - Bad day at work? Try having someone steal your beloved hotel.
Oh, and the new boss is absolutely the worst.
Work hard and ye shall be rewarded…
Wrong.
The Maxine Hotel was supposed to be mine.
I invested my meager savings into the upkeep.
I slept in a freezing-cold attic like Cinderella but with way more overeating.
I dealt with entitled guests and feral children on a daily basis.
Then Mike Svensson swaggers in with his billions and his bad attitude, steals the hotel from me, and starts bossing me around like he owns the place.
(Which, to be fair, he does, but that’s not the point!)
My boss is going down.
But he’s harder to get rid of than I thought.
Snack-addicted raccoons, angry squatters, and ghosts—nothing seems to faze him.
It’s time to bring out the big guns—I have two of them strapped to my chest!
Also, my bra is…not in the best shape, so I’m going to upgrade my underwear, then I’m going to make Mike fall so hard in love with me that he’ll give me the hotel.
Sounds like a terrible idea?
You would be correct.
Are you listing a million ways this could go wrong?
Yep, me too.
But it’s worth a shot, right?
After all, big risks mean big rewards, and Mike is huge.
Wait, no, not like that!
3. Yeah, I Hate-Ate Your Cupcake! - In my defense, my twin sister is engaged to the love of my life.
Ok, so he’s my ex of two weeks, but I have totally been in love with him since we were kids!
Guess he wanted the pretty twin. *shrug emoji* What else is new in my life?
They decided to break the news to me in a public place.
Probably because they thought it would keep me from losing it.
Ha! I am the queen of humiliating experiences.
Yelling, “Hey, bitch!” to a girl I thought was my bestie but was just a random stranger? Yup.
Spilling a smoothie all down my shirt in front of a hot guy? Check.
Awkward jokes at a job interview? Have you even met me?
Instead of handling the bad news maturely, I lied that I was totally A-OK with being the maid of honor at those lying cheaters’ upcoming nuptials because I already had a boyfriend, thank you very much.
Then I promptly grabbed an unsuspecting handsome billionaire and begged shamelessly for him to pretend to be my boyfriend. He, of course, reacted with horror because my life is so not a romantic comedy.
Most humiliating moment ever.
Actually, no, scratch that: the worst moment was later that evening, when I got arrested breaking into said billionaire’s office.
And since the universe really had it in for me (could also be terrible decision-making skills on my part, but who’s counting), things really took a turn for the worse when the handsome billionaire told me he was willing to make a deal...
And be my fake boyfriend.
Liam Svensson had a sexy smile, a deep sexy voice, and an even sexier body underneath that custom suit.
Saying he was out of my league would be a huge understatement.
What did he want?
My cupcake.
...Like, literally, my cupcake. One a day. A variety. Not... you know... that. Guys like Liam didn’t like awkward girls like me.
Except why was he looking at me like he could cover me in frosting and eat me up?
And why did I want to risk it all and say yes?
4. Love, Hate, and Terrible Dates - I’m twenty-three years old. I can’t be some billionaire’s ward.
Even if he is hot.
It’s a bad day when your boyfriend leaves you for someone with boobs and a butt faker than her Instagram pictures.
It’s an even worse day when a hot guy in a suit shows up in your bedroom and tells you that you’re his ward.
And it’s a complete disaster when your ex sues you and threatens to take your dog.
I have no alternatives—I have to throw myself to Carl Svensson’s mercy like a wretched Victorian romance heroine in order to save my dog.
I wish all I had to do was lounge around a haunted mansion in a pretty dress. Instead, Carl is forcing me to run outside in the morning, clean my apartment, and finally do something about my credit card debt. Yes, I am side-eyeing all of this.
Carl’s in for a shock of his own, though. I’m a free-spirited, art-loving girl with tattoos, multicolored hair, and piercings. Everywhere. *Wink emoji!*
An uptight, suit-wearing investment banker is not going to change me. But it’s a battle of wills that will determine whether he makes me a respectable person or not.
Carl is going down!
But not down on me…except for that one time…
5. The Worst Dates Bring Chocolate Cake - My butt pads are sliding under my shape wear, I had to starve to fit in this dress, and the last place on earth I want to be is on a date with Walker Svensson.
Entitled playboy. More money than sense. Abs you could grate cheese on.
Damn, I would stab someone for some brie.
This is truly the date from hell.
Walker is full of himself, somehow has bribed all the wait staff, oh and he showed up to the date with a giant chocolate cake shaped like a raccoon.
Don’t get me wrong I like cake as much as the next girl but seriously?!?
This is a nice restaurant. Grrrr!
Too bad I can’t throw my drink in his face and walk out.
For one, I think the padding in my bra would fall out if I stood up.
More importantly, I desperately need Walker to fall in love with me.
Yeah, I can’t believe it either, yet here we are, friends.
Am I a gold digger? Nope.
Just desperate and broke and about to lose my home.
...One I share with more roommates than a grown woman should have along with a pack of ferrets that my client refuses to pick up.
The article I plan to write about the whole debacle will launch my writing career. I’ll finally be able to pay off my debts!
But I have only ten days to do it.
Cue the panic.
Now I have to spend time with a man I despise.
At least Walker’s hot. Not that I’m ogling his chest when he’s not looking.
Or maybe I am. A little bit.
Sue me, I shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.
And when he catches me checking him out?
Let’s just say it’s not the worst date ever.
6. Dates I Love to Hate - Ever wish you could meet someone again for the very first time and walk right the eff by them?
When Greg Svensson crossed my path four years ago, I should have just let him keep on walking … right into the street to get hit by a bus.
But I was weak.
Not to mention that when you’re a six-foot-tall woman and meet a guy out in the wild who is both taller than you and attracted to you, you make certain allowances. You ignore certain red flags.
Greg is poison.
Sexy poison, but he’s still the type of bad decision that will leave you on the cold floor of your apartment, consuming your weight in cheese while you wonder what the hell happened.
Greg happened.
And now he’s stolen my company—the one I built by sheer force of will.
I’m demoralized, furious, humiliated.
The worst part?
Now we have to work together.
Him in the office next to mine.
His stupid, smug, perfect face on the other side of a glass wall that I swear to God I’m throwing a chair through if he doesn’t stop doing that tapping thing with his fountain pen.
Breathe.
He thinks he’s won.
But I’m going to make sure he regrets meeting me as much as I regret meeting him.
Forget stealing his parking space (though his expression is pretty funny).
And note to self: definitely forget sleeping with him!
No…I’m taking my pound of flesh.
Ugh. God, keep your clothes on. Not like that!
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6. Dates I Love to Hate
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Major eBook Releaser
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- Posts 209153
- WRZ$
1651288.50
Major eBook Releaser
- Posts 209153
- WRZ$
1651288.50
Major eBook Releaser
- Posts 209153
- WRZ$
1651288.50