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? Taming Mr. Walker is a standalone, full-length sizzling office enemies-to-lovers romance starring a brooding CEO and a feisty, sarcastic younger heroine.

Liam McLaren: London's most ruthless financial hotshot and the big boss at Ashbury Thornton Equity Group. Just whisper his name and even the city’s toughest traders break out in a cold sweat. And lucky me, Gemma Jones, as the head of HR at his company, I’ve got a front-row seat to the McLaren Show. Brooding intensity, perfectionist demands, and a glare that could stop your heart mid-beat. Every. Damn. Day. I’ve spent years perfecting my professional mask. It’s the only way to survive in this cutthroat corporate shark tank. Never let them see you sweat. Or cry. Or show any human emotion, really. But now, I've gone and committed the ultimate HR no-no: I've accidentally shared my diary with him. Yes, him. And when I say shared, I mean all of it. Every scathing thought about him and the company. Including some, ahem, personal musings that were never meant for public consumption. And certainly not for Liam’s piercing dark eyes. And the look on his face? Oh, I’ve seen Liam angry—I’ve watched him verbally eviscerate boardrooms and turn grown men into blubbering wrecks. But this? This is pure, unfiltered fury that would make the devil himself cower. God help me. Love to Loathe Him is a standalone office romance with a grumpy, arrogant, billionaire boss.

The first book in the new dark and decadent Society of Villains series, this is a dark age-gap mafia romance . . . He's deathless. She's trying to find a reason to live. LILA My innocence was ripped from me one fatal night under the starless sky, resulting in an unwanted teenage pregnancy and a secret the Camorra must bury. So my father decided to hand me off to the highest bidder. The lucky winner? Tiernan Callaghan, psychopath extraordinaire. The Irish mafia prince wants me for all the wrong reasons: Alliance. Money. Prestige. War. I am but a pawn in his twisted game. The man who sits on a throne of his enemies' skulls thinks I'm a weakling. Little does he know, in this chess game, the underdog wins. Because the thing about bad bishops? They protect good pawns. WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THE NEW SERIES? Mafia Wars Taboo tropes Plot twists to make your jaw drop One MM book (I told ya' it was coming) Cameos from your favourite characters (someone said Wolfe and Francesca? Vicious and Millie? And what about the Forbidden Love gang?) . . .

He’ll get what he wants—even if I’m already taken. Holt Sebastian is royalty in our world. As CEO of the Sebastian News Corp, he’s the man with all the power. The man who decides if I’ll always just be a local television anchor or if I’ll be the rising star of my own show. I make it my mission to be noticed. Make him see my potential. But soon, it's clear he's the one in charge. His possessiveness is brutal. His eyes own everything they touch. I feel his gaze on me when he's in the room. The heat of them as they rake down my body, taking me in, marking me as his. He doesn’t just want me on the screen—he wants me in his bed. And Holt Sebastian gets what he wants. No one will stop him, no one will get in his way. No one can protect me from his desire. Not even the man who promised nothing would come between us and his ambition—my husband.

Edward Fasbender is a devil. He’s my father's biggest rival. He takes what he wants, and he bows to no one. And now Edward Fasbender wants me. I didn’t expect to want him back. Having him is not in the cards, not when a union with him would destroy my father. But that doesn’t mean I can’t play with him a bit. Except, I’ve never played against such a ruthless opponent. Edward is cold and vicious, and my blood has never run hotter. They say you should choose the devil you know, but I've always preferred long odds. Even if it'll get me slain. “Oh my. I was hooked. You won’t be able to put this down!” - Aleatha Romig, NYT Bestselling Author