The Sister Pact Box Set: Books 1-3 by Ali Parker
3 Romances for your reading pleasure…
Book 1- Doesn’t Stand a Chance
I came to Texas for business, not to fall for a stubborn, boot-wearing, way-too-handsome cowboy.
Running a billion-dollar marketing firm is my thing.
Getting caught up in a country-boy fantasy?
I did not see that one coming.
But when my dad hands me our biggest client- a grumpy, old-school rancher who thinks I don’t belong in the boardroom- I’m ready to prove him wrong.
Except Charlie Anderson isn’t just a rancher.
He’s got broad shoulders, an attitude that drives me crazy, and a slow drawl that’s all too distracting.
He says I don’t understand his world.
I say he needs to step into the twenty-first century.
Sparks fly, business meetings turn into heated standoffs, and suddenly, I am stuck between closing the deal and wanting to climb the cowboy.
He might think I don’t belong in Texas.
But he’s about to learn I don’t back down.
Book 2- Not So Over You
Nine years ago, my high school sweetheart shattered my heart.
Now he’s trying to steal my client.
As if fighting for the biggest marketing deal of my career wasn’t enough, guess who walks into the boardroom flashing that cocky grin and billionaire swagger?
My ex.
My first love, first heartbreak, and apparently, my biggest competition.
The man is ruthless. Charming. Infuriating. And worst of all?
Still stupidly hot.
I tell myself I can handle him. That I’m older, wiser, and completely over him.
So what if we had a little slip-up in California that involved a beach, no clothes, and some truly regrettable decision-making?
It was nothing. Totally meaningless.
And I’ll prove it by beating him at his own game.
But he isn’t playing fair.
He’s flirting. Scheming. And looking at me like I’m still his.
The problem?
I might still want to be.
Book 3- Hard to Keep Casual
Sleeping with your best friend is a terrible idea.
I should know—I’m currently doing it.
He’s been my “work husband” for years.
Ever finding an actual husband? Never gonna happen.
He’s charming, cocky, and far too good-looking.
But when my dad sends us to Miami to open a new branch, electricity sizzles between us.
Maybe it’s the sun. Maybe it’s the mojitos. Maybe it’s my hook-up buddy walking around our shared space in nothing but a towel. (Rude.)
So I make a brilliant, foolproof plan:
Easy, right?
Until he starts acting like my actual boyfriend. Then my feelings get very real, and suddenly, I’m the idiot who caught feelings in a no-strings-attached arrangement.
I just want this to not end in total disaster.
One of us is going to lose this game.
And I have a sinking feeling…
It’s gonna be me.
