The first time I laid eyes on Henley James, I was mesmerized. The chemistry between us was like nothing I’d ever felt. Impeccable suit, dimpled smile. He was charming and gorgeous, sophisticated and suave. He gave me his business card and asked me to call. His dating game was strong; I was gone from his first smile. I’d love to tell you our date was a raging success, but it wasn’t. Far from it. I decided right there on that day that Henley James and I would forever be mortal enemies; I would never think of him again. Three years later, I bought my dream home. I’m so excited to meet my neighbors—that is, until I do. Oh no! What are the chances? It’s him. Still single, still the hottest man alive, and still obnoxiously sarcastic. He saunters around wearing next to nothing and refuses to close the blinds at night. I will not let myself think of him at all costs. It could be my sanity. My temptation is a nightmare.

Strange men do funny things when you score the last cinnamon roll. Sometimes he rages about the high crime of jacking his precious pastry. Sometimes he offers you ludicrous bribes to buy it back. And sometimes—after shattering your faith in humanity—you find out he's your new boss. I'm not laughing. My sweet tooth betrayed me, and Lincoln Burns is one bad sugar rush. A coldhearted grump. A mile-wide ego. An eligible bachelor who doesn't “do” dating. Did I mention Mr. Congeniality runs a fashion empire with weddings in its sights? Of course he does. And, of course, weddings make me gag after my ex made my heart roadkill. Every instinct I have screams run. But money talks, and Lincoln's deep pockets roar. One big fat bonus proposal lures me into his world. Somehow, our vicious fights become vivid flirting. His secrets thrill me in the worst ways. Then he makes a second proposal. Pretend we're engaged. Smile for pretty photos like we're soul mates. Dress up like we're actually getting married. Oh, how I wish cinnamon rolls came with warnings. It's all sticky sweet heaven until you catch feelings for the boss man from hell.... Full-length enemies-to-lovers romance loaded with uh-ohs. Office banter, pastry mischief, slow-burn spice, plus one bossy suit who might stop stomping around long enough to realize he's falling hopelessly in love.

THE CHOSEN ONE Barrington University is home of the Lords, a secret society that requires their blood in payment. They are above all—the most powerful men in the world. They devote their lives to violence in exchange for power. And during their senior year, they are offered a chosen one. I VOW. YOU VOW. WE VOW. People think growing up with money is freeing, but I promise you, it’s not. My entire life has been planned out for me. I never got the chance to do what I wanted until Ryat Alexander Archer came along and gave me an option for a better life. He offered me what no one else ever had—freedom. I chose to be his. He made me believe that anyway, but it was just another lie. A way that the Lords manipulate you into doing what they want. After being sucked into the dark, twisted world of the Lords, I embraced my new role and allowed Ryat to parade me around like the trophy I was to him. But like all things, what started out as a game soon became a fight for survival. And the only way out was death.

She's a good girl, but she's falling for the wrong man. Broken down by her emotionally neglectful ex, all Charlie Underwood wants is someone to tell her she's good enough. Then she stumbles into a new job with a boss who brings her to her knees―literally. As an owner of the Salacious Players' Club, Emerson Grant knows exactly what he wants and isn't shy about his particular tastes. But when he mistakes Charlie for a candidate to be his new submissive instead of his son's ex-girlfriend, he immediately tries to correct the situation. He offers Charlie a job as his secretary and nothing more… Yet now that Charlie has seen a glimpse of what can happen when she's honest about what she wants, she makes it clear that all she wants is Emerson. He might be twice her age and her ex-boyfriend's dad, but he's also the only man who can give her everything she desires. How far will she go to hear his approval

I’m nannying for the grumpiest single billionaire dad in Manhattan... and he’s one outburst away from firing me. I need a visa – like, yesterday. I’m not ready to leave the bright lights of New York for my seaside hometown in Ireland. So, when the opportunity arises to become a live-in nanny maid for a billionaire single dad, I jump at the chance. How hard can it be, right? Harder than I thought. The first time I meet Killian Quinn, I get kicked out of his fancy hotel. The second time we cross paths, the guy looks ready to slam the door in my face. Yet, by some miracle (call it the luck of the Irish), he agrees to give me a chance. He’s desperate too. But when Killian makes it clear that I’m the worst nanny maid in all of Manhattan, I’m one wrong move away from being deported. So why is it when his eyes flash with anger, it feels like there’s something hotter than his temper under there? And more importantly — can I take the heat?

Danny Walker, my big brother’s arrogant, powerful, handsome, and completely unobtainable best friend. He’s a ruthless tech tycoon, and I take calls from angry clients who can’t reset their passwords. He lives in a London mansion with holiday homes worldwide, and I rent a room in a flat-share with my best friend and mice. Our worlds couldn’t be further apart. Falling for him is not an option. Eight years ago, I made the mistake of flirting with him only to be rejected…hard. To this day, he won’t acknowledge me as anything more than his best friend’s silly little sister. Which is fine because I can’t stand to be around that emotionless CEO. Regardless of him being the hottest man I’ve ever met. Now I find out he’s bought the company I work for, making him my boss’s boss’s boss. And he wants to get rid of me. Danny Walker is not a man to be messed with. But perhaps there’s more behind his cold, detached stares than I thought. Stone-faced ruthless CEOs don’t fall for scatty girls like me. Or do they?