The stars align with this three-book box set featuring the romance boys of the zodiac - Libra, Aquarius and Gemini in three scorching hot stand-alone novels.Naughty NeighborAs a romance novelist, I'm facing my worst nightmare - writer's block.No matter what I write, I hit delete, knowing it's not worth publishing. The future of my career rests on the success of this new book.So, here I am, looking at Tumblr, desperate for inspiration, when I hear a thumping. Annoyed by the music blaring through the walls, I barge into the hall and bang on my neighbor's door.My very hot, very naughty neighbor, Jake Morreau.Jake is romantic, charming, and the bane of my existence. I need to work, yet he refuses to let me. When he greets me in the hallway, ideas of a sinfully hot hero come to mind.When he takes me out on the town, the words flow as soon as I come home. The more time I spend with this entertaining and quick-witted man, the more I'm able to write. My neighbor is my muse, and before I know it, I slowly become the heroine of my own story, but I don't know how to end it. As I write the epilogue, I'm afraid our romance won't pan out as I've written.Jake Morreau is my hero. Then again, in my life, heroes don't exist.Rebel RoommateGrowing up, I had one rule: stay away from my brother's best friend.It was easy to follow. I spent my years avoiding the boys on the baseball team, studying hard, and saving every dime I could.When I was accepted to transfer into UC Berkeley, I needed a place to live, and my brother had a free room off-campus. Win-win, right? Except that best friend I was determined to stay away from is now my new roommate.My very naughty, very rebellious roommate, Wesley Knight.The boy who was once the bane of my existence with his constant teasing is now a drop-dead gorgeous athlete. He's the life of the party, but I can't have fun.According to Wes, no guys are allowed to talk to me. Well, two can play at this game. If I can't date, then neither can he. It starts off as innocent fun. Some half-naked yoga or a little flirting until an interrupted moment of self-gratification turns things dangerous ... for my body and my heart.Living with my brother and his best friend has me breaking all the rules. I just have to decide if the consequences are worth the reward.Bastard BartenderMeeting a man in Vegas is easy. Finding one to settle down with? Not so much.When I relocated to Sin City for my job, I decided this was my fresh start to get away from old habits, including my penchant for dating the wrong type of guy. Namely, bad boys.So, I came up with an experiment to make me expand my dating horizons. I can only talk to men whose name begins with a certain letter of the alphabet. After I meet them, we hang out, and we might date for a short period of time, but if he's not the one I move on to the next letter. It's easy, and it leads me to meeting all kinds of new men until one night at the bar, a very sexy bartender discovers my little plan.The cocky bastard of a bartender is Nicolas Antonio Santiago, and he's as gorgeous as his name.Enthusiastic, charming, and clever, Nic takes to my love life with interest and helps me with my pursuits. We become fast friends, and he whisks me on his wild adventures. His impulsive ways become addictive, and while I've been trying to stay away from bad boys, I find myself falling for one.As our relationship grows intense, I have to push my desires aside and stay the course. Nic doesn't do love or relationships. Even if the sexual tension between us is palpable, I have an experiment to finish, and the next letter in my list is far from N.They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. My fear is when I leave, my heart will stay here too.