The woman’s killing me. I’m not the kind of man who would normally even consider blurring the lines between landlord and tenant or boss and employee, but Summer is a walking temptation. Neurotic and obsessive-as-hell when it comes to work details, but a damn cute-without-knowing-it temptation nevertheless. She’s been a good tenant and an even better worker. Plus, she doesn’t simper or throw herself at me like a lot of women who find out my net worth. I’ve grown...fond of her, oddly enough. But if she drags my ass out of bed in the middle of the night to talk about work one more time… \ \ \ \ \* The man’s a saint. Not only did Jason hire me for the greatest project I’ve ever run point on, but he also let me move into an amazing loft in his building as an extravagant job-relocation perk. Sure, he can be a grouch when I accidentally wake him up to go over the project, but he’s still a saint nevertheless. He’s been a fantastic boss and a surprisingly protective landlord. But…when did his shoulders get so wide? And why is that growling voice of his making me all weak in the knees lately? Also, is it still considered morning wood if it happens in the middle of the night…or something more? \ \ \ \ \* Note: This is a quick & steamy romance with high-scale chemistry & low-scale drama for the busy reader on the go. Contents include: dirty & descriptive sex, a hot & sweet blue-collar billionaire who curses a lot, a strong & feisty heroine who inspires much of said cursing, and a swoony instalove plot complete with an HEA. No cheating, no cliffhanger.

Nicole is without a doubt the oddest creature I’ve ever met. As far as counselors go, she seems pretty damn good, even though her methods are way the hell out there. And I actually like that she uses my gym for her afterschool sessions. That is, until she starts sticking her nosy—albeit gorgeous—butt into my business. It’s bad enough the sexy little smarty has wormed her way into my head. There’s no frickin’ way I’m letting her psychoanalyze the rough patch my kid’s going through. I don’t care how much the woman knows about this stuff; my daughter is my life. We’ve been doing just great on our own, no outsiders needed. The only problem? The persistent menace apparently has a set of keys to barge right in… Logan is without a doubt the most fascinating man I’ve ever met. As far as billionaires go, he’s far from typical. Practically allergic to the indoors and stubborn to the extreme, but an absolute teddy bear—of the gruff, burly, mountain-climbing variety—when it comes to his daughter. And for some reason, I seem to rub him the wrong way. Unsurprising, since I’ve never really been good at rubbing men the right way…pun entirely intended. What I am good at though, is working with kids. The man needs my help, even though he doesn’t think so. He may be the most loving father I’ve ever encountered, but this here is my domain. The only problem? My clothes seem to keep falling off whenever we’re alone together… (NOTE: This is a quick, steamy romance with lots of chemistry and very little drama for the on-the-go reader looking for some frisky, feel-good fun. Contents include: a big, rugged single dad being driven crazy by a quirky, head-shrinking heroine, copious hot, dirty, descriptive sex, and a swoony instalove plot complete with a sweet HEA. No cheating, no cliffhanger.)

She’s the maddening, ridiculously cute trespasser who sneaks on my property to play with my rocks. (No euphemism—she really does just look at rocks.) He’s the grumpy, unbelievably handsome rancher who has the best rocks to study in the area. (What on earth would rocks be a euphemism for?) After months of resisting the urge, I finally haul her over my shoulder to escort her off my land. Really, why I haven’t done it before now is beyond me. After months of being clueless, I finally notice that his land isn’t the only thing hard around me. Really, how it escaped my attention before now is beyond me. She’s so damn responsive. He’s so brawny and burly. The next time she sneaks in, I’m ready for her. The next time I sneak in, he shocks the heck out of me. To be fair, the woman is utterly injury-prone. To be clear, the man has apparently lost his ever-loving mind. I just want her to stay safe and out of trouble for a change. For a few hours, tops, while I take care of some ranch things that can’t wait. So…I cuff her to the bed. And now I’m wondering what the hell’s going to happen next. His constant alpha protectiveness is, yes, very sweet, but seriously? I should be more outraged by this. Really, I should be. But…now I’m kind of curious what’s going to happen next. \ \ \ \ \* NOTE: This high-heat, low-drama standalone is a HOT, swoony rom-com chock-full of feel-good fun. Contents include: One gruff, rugged billionaire rancher. One feisty, nutty geology grad student. Lots of schmexy good times and steamy romance throughout. And of course, a sweet, melty HEA. No cheating. No angst. No stress. No cliffhanger. Enjoy!