Coworkers

I never should’ve let my guard down. Especially not with him. I’m used to being strong. In control. I have to be to run my corporation. So, I should’ve been able to hold my own against him. Against his relentless charm and devastating good looks. But I couldn’t. I didn’t. It doesn’t matter that our companies are irrevocably tied together, or that being with him is beyond inappropriate. It doesn’t matter that he’s a known player and I don’t tolerate games. It doesn’t even matter that he makes me lose my prized control with every heated glance, stolen touch, and dirty whisper. I crave him. Being with him could cost me everything I’ve worked so hard to build. But as strong as I am, I can’t seem to walk away. Now, all I have to do is decide whether the cost of following my heart—which is pushing me straight into Alex Grayson’s arms—is more than I’m willing to pay.

Nicholas Stonehaven is the devil. The man was supposed to remain a stranger. A fond memory of a night I’ll never forget. Instead, I’m mortified to learn that my dirty little secret is now the new owner of the New York Monarchs, making him my boss. I tell myself I can handle this new development. I didn’t become the first female general manager in Major League Baseball without knowing how to handle a curveball. I make trades and close deals better than any other GM in the league. But when the arrogant billionaire offers me a contract I can’t refuse, it seems like I’ve earned myself another fancy, although temporary wife. Luisa Álvarez is heaven sent. When she’s not calling me Lucifer, that is. I can be a lot to handle. Hell, I use that to my advantage in the boardroom. But my experience as the CEO of a media enterprise did me no good when I inherited a professional baseball team from my estranged grandfather. I would have sold it off immediately, but even from six feet under, the old man held something over my head, and I couldn’t let it slip through my fingers. That’s how I found myself married to my Angel. She may be hung up on the fact that we made a deal and signed on the dotted line. But there is nothing fake about the way I feel for her or how she comes alive under my touch. We agreed to a fair trade, but now it’s time to renegotiate. Because when it comes to my wife, I never vowed to play fair.

This is book four in The Blackwells of Montana.

One bed. One fake relationship. Two little lines. If my boss tells me one more time that birthdays are “just another day, work faster,” I am going to staple the mainstay of his reproductive architecture to his desk. Rhys Kingswood is the most work-obsessed, chronically grumpy billionaire in the country. I’ve spent three years juggling his demands, sacrificing my personal life, and pretending not to notice the way his shirts fit. Just as a tabloid scandal lands him in his grandmother’s crosshairs, a Tokyo hotel hands us one key. One room. One bed. And my insufferable boss asks me—me!—to play his girlfriend. I say no. I have a boyfriend. Then my boyfriend is caught tonguing another woman’s tonsils, and Rhys is the only one standing between me and total humiliation. So I say yes. I knew the rules going in. Don’t fall for the boss. Don’t believe the gorgeous billionaire when he calls you irreplaceable. Don’t let him welcome you home on his knees. I knew the rules. I just didn’t know I’d be staring at a positive pregnancy test by the time I broke them. One Bed with the Boss is a standalone contemporary romance. If you love: one bed fake dating grumpy sunshine forced proximity accidental pregnancy boss/assistant billionaire secret heiress found family he falls first he falls harder age gap glasses-wearing hero then grab One Bed with the Boss today!