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Deborah Bladon is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who has sold over 4 million books worldwide. She has been featured on the top bestsellers lists over 70 times, including two weeks in which 3 of her books were featured. Some of her standout series that have been included on the New York Times bestsellers list are RUIN, PULSE and GONE.
Her love for romance novels began when she was old enough to board the bus, library card in hand to check out the newest Harlequin paperbacks. She's a Canadian by heart, and by passport, but you can often spot her in New York City sipping a latte and looking for inspiration for her next story. Manhattan is definitely her second home.
She cherishes her family and believes that each day is a gift for writing, for reading, and for loving.
Her stories have touched readers worldwide and she’s always eager to chat with fellow book lovers!
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Imagine my surprise when I found out that the bride-to-be is me.
Graham Locke is cocky, condescending, and looks sinfully sexy wrapped in a thousand dollar suit.
He’s also a nightmare to work for.
When he sends me a text message asking me to meet him because he’s getting married, I laugh out loud.
Who would marry him?
It turns out I do. I literally marry my boss.
It’s not for love. I can’t say it’s entirely for money, but that does factor into my decision to become Mrs. Locke for ninety days.
Three months will fly by, right?
Within twenty four hours, I’m counting the seconds until I can go back to being Trina Shaw.
I persevere because I’m not one to give up even though I seriously consider it.
It doesn’t take long before I discover that my husband isn’t the man I thought he was.
The secrets he keeps hidden close to his heart may end up breaking mine.
Subject: The Dick
Mr. Calvetti is as ornery as ever today.
He scolded me for taking a message from a woman who asked me to pass along this to him – “your lips are the purest form of pleasure this side of the Mississippi!”
She may not be a poet, but she is obviously head over heels for him, so I thought I’d play cupid and give him the message.
Dominick (The Dick) Calvetti told me once again to ignore all messages women leave for him.
He’s a cruel bastard with a gorgeous face and rock hard abs. I imagine he has those. He’s 6’3” and works out every morning. He has to be built under those suits, right? I know that the nickname I gave him is based on his attitude, but I sometimes wonder if it “fits” in other ways if you know what I mean. Even if it does, I still loathe him. He’s the worst boss on both sides of the Mississippi.
I attached a picture of the lingerie I bought for my date tonight. I snapped a selfie in the mirror this morning since you were still asleep.
Let me know what you think, roomie.
P.S. Tomorrow we’re getting you a new phone. I miss texting. Emailing is for old people like The Dick.
Subject: Re: The Dick
Thank you for your email.
I hardly think 34 is considered old, and for the record, I’m 6’4”.
Details matter. Sending an email to the intended recipient matters more, especially when you include a sensitive image exposing so much of your body.
Also, cancel your date, as you will now be working late tonight.
And report to my office. Immediately.
I lucked out this morning in a BIG way.
Dr. Hawthorne left his apartment just as the elevator was about to leave our floor.
Bonus fantasy points for the fact that he was talking on his phone as he sprinted toward me. Technically, he was racing to catch the elevator, but I was standing front and center in it.
Whenever I hear him speak it’s like liquid pleasure in the middle of an orgasm drought.
The velvety rasp in his voice was the cherry on top of the visual delight I was witness to.
Dr. H was on his way out for a run, so it was no shirt, muscles for days, tattoos, and my imagination running circles around his half-naked body.
As always, he didn’t even glance in my direction, but a virgin can dream, right?
That’s just one of the many entries in the diary I found last night.
It belongs to the woman who lives across the hall from me.
The pink-haired beauty has no idea that I’ve read every single word she wrote about me in that diary.
The right thing to do is to forget what I read, slam the diary shut, and return it.
But, there’s no way in hell I’m doing the right thing.
A new sexy standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author, Deborah Bladon.
Roman Hawthorne is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has a jawline that is so sharp it could cut glass. He’s my dream guy on paper but let’s just say Roman is arrogant with a capital A.
When I meet him in a bar on a random Tuesday, I think I’ll never see him again.
But I do.
Every time I show up at that bar, Roman is there with his perfectly styled hair, dark brown eyes, and megawatt smile.
I don’t give him my number, but that doesn’t stop him.
Roman flirts from afar - sending me daisies and secret hidden messages that are impossible to resist.
I admit that he’s charming-as-hell, but I’m in all-work, limited fun mode since I just landed my dream job.
In other words, I intend to limit all of my fun to Roman and my bed.
But our uncomplicated connection soon takes a turn in a direction neither of us saw coming.
My world exploded on my wedding day.
A dark-haired, gorgeous stranger objected as I stood at the altar in my long, white gown.
He told all my friends, my family, and my fiancé that he was the man for me.
I had no idea who he was, but he offered me an escape I was craving, so I left the church with him.
He might have been a little drunk and horribly confused.
Luke Jones stumbled into the wrong church. He was trying to stop the woman he loved from marrying another man.
I took him to his apartment, got him into bed so he could sleep it off, and left a note.
Two days later, he showed up on my doorstep.
I should have sent him away, but I didn’t.
Luke was the hero I always needed. The calm, confident, sexy-as-sin fireman saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life.
I saved him from the unending pain of a broken heart.
But just when I start to think luck brought us together, fate’s bittersweet hand threatens to tear us apart forever.
I see my half-naked neighbor staring at me whenever he gets a chance.
When I moved into this apartment, I knew I'd get used to the noisy tenant across the hall, the broken air conditioner, and the squeaky floors. I didn't think I'd grow accustomed to the lustful stares of the gorgeous man who lives in the building next to mine.
He watches me when dusk falls with an intense hunger in his eyes I've never seen before.
I sense his gaze trailing over every inch of my skin as I strip slowly, just for him.
It's innocent until I finally get the chance to pitch my business idea to a trio of private investors. That's when I realize that the man who stands at his window every night staring at me is one of the three people who hold the future of my start-up in their hands.
Rocco Jones has seen my body, and now he wants to touch it. I want my business to succeed, and I want him, but is it possible for me to have both?
When I agreed to go on a blind date my best friend set up, I had no idea how the night would end.
As soon as I got to the restaurant, I spotted the dark-haired, gorgeous man I thought I was there to have dinner with.
I sat down at his table and proceeded to flirt awkwardly with him.
When his actual date came back to their table from the ladies’ room, I realized my mistake.
The sinfully sexy man I told a condensed version of my dating history to wasn’t Dale, the friend-of-a-friend I was there to meet.
Mortified, I went home and hid in my bed for the rest of the night swearing off blind dates forever.
Three days later, I came face-to-face with the hot-as-hell stranger from the restaurant again.
This time he introduced himself.
He’s that Mr. Adler. Barrett is my new boss.
He quickly proves he’s the most annoying, arrogant, and ruthless man I’ve ever met.
My employment contract ties me to him for the next year.
Three hundred and sixty-five days from now I’ll be free of him forever.
Or will I?
Liam Wolf should come with a warning.
The man is all kinds of hot.
He’s nailed down the tall, tattooed, gorgeous-as-sin look.
I shouldn’t be swooning over him.
He’s in my floral shop to order a bouquet for the woman of his dreams.
I swallow the bitter taste of envy and design a to die for arrangement.
I offer to deliver the flowers personally because I’m a glutton for punishment.
The delivery should go off without a hitch.
I end up at Liam’s office with the bouquet in one hand and a no thank you note from his ex-girlfriend in the other.
I walk away. Liam follows me.
What blooms between us is based on a rebound.
We agree to a simple no-strings-attached fling, but I soon discover that nothing in Liam’s world is simple.
The future I desperately crave rests in the palm of his hand.
Breathtakingly handsome and painfully private, he’s the sinner who killed a saint.
That’s what the world sees when they catch a glimpse of Kavan Bane.
He’s the mysterious billionaire tucked away in his penthouse high above Manhattan.
My job is to understand him.
His goal is to break me.
Only one of our hearts will survive.
Let the cruel games begin.
Adley York is everything I want in a best friend.
She’s honest, kind and speaks her mind. The fact that she doesn’t care that I’m hot as hell and rich as sin makes her the perfect person to hang out with.
I’m the first to admit my mind wanders to other places when I’m with her. Who can blame me? It’s not just the fact that Adley is gorgeous. She’s also smart as a whip and the most fearless person I’ve ever known.
She’s completely off limits though.
When I challenge her to a game of Truth or Dare, I vow to myself to keep it clean.
That crashes and burns the instant she asks me about my first time.
We cross a line we swore we never would, but I want even more.
She says I’m trouble. She’s right.
I didn’t get where I am in life by following every damn rule. I go after what I want, and the beautiful blonde who claims she still wants to be just friends is the only woman I think about.
I dare Adley to not fall in love with me because the truth is that I’m falling in love with her.
Author’s Note: Troublemaker is a complete standalone. You don’t have to read any of my previous books to enjoy this swoon-worthy, heartfelt romance!
Gage Burke was supposed to be my happily-ever-after.
When he dropped to one knee on my twenty-first birthday, I saw the promise of forever in his soulful green eyes.
I picked the venue, bought the perfect wedding dress, and chose my favorite flowers for the bouquet.
Every detail was arranged, but just days before the ceremony, my fiancé set sail on a new adventure without me.
I picked up the pieces of my shattered heart and patched it back together.
I left sunny California and headed east, unaware that Gage felt the same pull to New York City that I did.
When he walks into the bridal boutique I own, time stops.
He tells me that I’m his true north and that fate crossed our paths again.
I tell him to go to hell and to take fate with him.
I can’t forget what happened between us in the past, even if Gage is determined to chart a new course toward our future together.