I wake up in the hospital with no memory of the past year. The last thing I remember? JP Wolfe, my brooding billionaire boss, threatening to fire me in front of the entire tech team. But now, as I return to work, fumbling with amnesia, something’s changed. Wolfe’s intense gaze lingers on me, making my heart race and my cheeks flush. I’m just your average tech girl with a serious comic book addiction while he’s the infamously cold, ruthless co-founder of a hotel empire. And let’s not overlook that he’s the kind of smoldering hot that makes you forget your own name. There’s no way a man like him could be harboring secret feelings for someone like me… is there? As I scramble to rebuild my lost memories, I realize Wolfe is hiding secrets he doesn’t want me to uncover. What happened during my missing year? And why is Wolfe determined to stop me from finding out?

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?

He was the sexy, gorgeous-as-hell older stranger with piercing blue eyes fixated on me. Annoyed. The perfect candidate for a holiday fling. You’re hired. It was my final summer of fun before I moved to London to start my trainee contract at Madison Legal, London's most elite law firm. Three of the steamiest nights of my life … until it ended in heartbreak. A few months later, you can imagine my shock when the CEO welcomes the new trainees. It's not until he’s halfway up the room that my blood runs cold. The jeans and T-shirt have been replaced by an expensive tailored suit — but I know exactly what’s underneath it. Maybe he doesn't remember me. He's probably had a million flings since then … But when those intense eyes collide with mine, my heart stops. Oh. He recognizes me all right.

This arrogant playboy treats London like it’s his Monopoly board. But I’m not going to play by his rules… Billionaire property tycoon Jack Knight is propping up the UK rich list and keeping the national tabloids ablaze with his scandalous love life. And making my life hell. To him, I’m just another architect in a small design firm bidding for his latest prestigious project. To me, he’s a ruthless businessman who plays people like pawns. I should know. I’d rather work for Satan on designing Hell than have to answer to him. But sometimes dream jobs come with insufferable bosses. I hate that I have to see his signature cocky grin every day. I hate that when Jack Knight says jump, we grab our long poles. I especially hate the undeniable explosive heat growing between us. To survive this close proximity, I must remember my end goal: bricks, not dicks. Fighting Mr. Knight is a standalone, steamy, dual point-of-view office romance with a hot-as-hell, brooding CEO and a sassy, witty heroine.