The Sip & Scandal Romance Audiobook bundle

Girl, pull up a chair and pour yourself something strong, because the tea I am about to spill is piping hot. ☕️ 🔥

Have you ever looked at your best friend and said, "Girl, what were you thinking?!" Well, get ready to say it nine times over, because the women in this bundle are making choices that are wonderfully, deliciously, and unapologetically messy. We are talking about the kind of drama that keeps you up until 3:00 AM because you just have to know how she’s going to get out of this one.

In this massive 9-book collection, the rules aren't just bent—they are completely broken. What happens when you score an internship for your daughter, only to realize the CEO is your first love... and her secret father? Whew, the drama! Or how about the girl who rear-ends a ruthless billionaire, gets hired to pay off the debt, and then finds out his son is her cheating ex? You literally cannot make this stuff up!

Inside this bundle, you’re getting all the scandalous, tension-filled tropes you live for:

• Secret Babies & Second Chances: Where the past comes knocking at the absolute worst (or best) time.
• Off-Limits Temptations: Nurses falling for dangerous bikers, and personal assistants risking their whole careers for their hunky bosses.
• Contracts & Catastrophes: Fake marriages to save the family business, secure the bag, or outsmart a vicious ex.
• Accidental I-Do’s: Waking up married to the wrong brother? Oh, we are definitely unpacking that.

These men are rich, reckless, dangerous, and absolutely obsessed. Once they get a taste, they don't care about the contracts, the PR scandals, or the rules. They play for keeps.

If you live for explosive chemistry, jaw-dropping secrets, emotionally unavailable men falling incredibly hard, and guaranteed Happily Ever Afters that are earned through the fire, you need this collection on your e-reader immediately.

Grab your copy now, because this tea is way too good to let it get cold! 💅

I Wish I Could Say No

I escape the fluorescent prison of my office floor, desperate for fresh air and a mental break. The sun hits my face as I dodge through the lunch crowd, my feet pounding against the sidewalk as I make my way to the little Vietnamese place around the corner. 

My phone vibrates in my purse just as I'm about to grab the door handle. "Hey, Jas," I answer, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while digging for my wallet. 

"Gabi, you will not believe who I just saw strutting around downtown like he owns the place." My stomach drops. I don't need three guesses. 

"Brandon?" 

"Bingo. And he was talking you up to everyone at Clancy's last night. Going on about how you two are 'taking a break' but definitely getting back together." 

The line of people ahead of me blurs as my vision narrows. That lying, manipulative— 

"He told Wyatt you've been texting him every day begging to meet up." 

"What?" My voice comes out sharper than intended, causing the woman in front of me to turn around. I force a smile and step out of line, appetite gone. "I haven't spoken to him in weeks." 

"I figured. But Gabi, he's telling everyone you're still hung up on him." 

My free hand curls into a fist. Three months of therapy bills flash before my eyes—all the work I've done to rebuild myself after he systematically tore me down. 

"Thanks for the heads-up," I say, my mind already racing. "I gotta go." 

I hang up and immediately pull up Brandon's contact. My thumb hovers over the call button before I switch to text instead. "We need to talk. Today. In person." 

The response is immediate, like he's been waiting. "Miss me already? I'm free at 2. Coffee?" 

The smug confidence radiating from those few words makes my blood boil. "Not a social call. Park bench outside my building. 2pm." 

"Whatever you need, beautiful. Can't wait to see you."

I shove my phone back in my purse, my hands shaking with rage rather than fear. I'm done letting him control the narrative. Done letting him whisper poison about me to our mutual friends. Done letting him think I'm some pathetic ex pining for his return. Today, Brandon Moore is going to hear exactly what I think of him. And for once, I won't be holding back. 

I arrive at the park bench five minutes early, determined to keep the upper hand. My phone buzzes with a message from my co-workers asking about lunch plans, but I silence it. It pisses me off that I have to miss out on lunch because of this dude and his antics. 

Brandon strolls up at 2:05, because of course he does. His timing has always been a power play. 

"There she is." His smile spreads across his face, green eyes crinkling at the corners. He's wearing that blue button-down I once said brought out his eyes. "God, you look amazing." 

"Cut the crap, Brandon." I cross my arms. "I know what you've been saying around town."