What do you do when you accidentally end up in bed with a sexy, younger musician? You act like it never happened, of course. You never kissed each other after that third glass of wine. You didn't swoon when he played you a song on his guitar. Never ran your hands over those rippled abs. And you definitely didn't have the hottest - most toe curling - wild night of your life with him. Never happened. This summer was for getting over my divorce, not under a musician. There's one little problem though. You don't choose who you fall in love with. Maddox Brewer is a rockstar and too young for me. But when it comes to love, nothing is ever simple. Bestselling Author Mickey Miller brings you a steamy romance about what happens when sparks fly between an older woman and a younger man.

Impatient. Demanding. Sexy. Bossy. I hate my new boss. He's Everett Brewer: Football's smoking hot, superstar running back. When I signed on to be the NFL superstar's in home personal assistant, I had no idea what I was in for. Every one of his previous personal assistants quit after one week, max. After meeting him just once, I see why. He's brooding. Impatient. Demanding. And add in a little too sexy for his own good. His standards are ridiculously high. But I really need this job. We're at odds, but he doesn't know I'm halfway to finding out his secret, thanks to a note he scribbled on a napkin that I found. Could the man who hits harder than anyone else actually have a soft spot? I thought he would never drop his icy exterior and reveal his hot interior. Even superstars have a girl they change for. Turns out I'm that girl. Only problem is, I'm hiding a secret, too. And it's one he might not forgive me for. But falling in love is never easy. Especially with a man as complex as Everett Brewer.

Two hearts. One Wedding. Five Days. My name is Allison Jenkins and I need a fiancé for five days. I know how desperate that sounds, because it is. You see, after my college boyfriend and I broke up, he recovered swiftly, and is now—gasp—engaged to someone else. Our group of friends from college are going to Cancún for a five day destination wedding of our mutual friend this spring. All of my friends are bringing their husbands, fiancés, and/or boyfriends. So I’ll be the single girl hanging out at the bar with all of the single aunts drinking margaritas. (Which doesn’t sound too awful, by the way.) The awful part will be watching my ex flaunting his hot, new, younger fiancée in front of me. Basically, I need a plan—stat—so these five days don’t suck. Enter my coworker, Jocko Brewer. Handsome playboy and charmer of the ladies. Number two sales rep in the entire company already—at age twenty-nine. And, surprisingly, the guy I get along with best in the office. Though, I have to admit, he is the definition—most times—of arrogance. If he’s crazy enough to agree to my little Cancún plot and act like we’re engaged, I’d be happy. But there’s just a little teensy-weensy problem that happens when we’re in Cancún. This fiancé role-playing bit? Well, we both start taking it just a wee bit too seriously. Who would have thought that so much could happen in five days?