Some people get meet-cutes. I get a meet-crash. When Vincent Forde rear-ends my car, I expect an apology—instead he tosses me a scowl that could melt steel and acts like I’m the problem. Charming, right? With his designer suit, smoldering glare, and ego the size of his bank account, Vincent is the very definition of an entitled bosshole. I figure that’s the last I’ll ever see of Mr. Too-Rich-and-Ridiculously-Handsome. Except life loves a good punchline. Guess who struts into my brother’s engagement party like he owns the place? Yeah, it’s Mr. I’m-Too-Sexy-To-Drive-Properly, lounging by the bar like he’s posing for GQ. I think I hate him. Only now, there’s something he wants from me. There’s a rare perfume ingredient he desperately needs for his fragrance empire. And Lord of the Scowl is willing to pay me ridiculous money to help get it. Oh and he also wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend. As if there’s anything remotely boyfriend-material about him. Vincent might be the king of the scowl and a walking ego trip, but he’s offering me a deal I can’t refuse. Even if it means pretending to like the guy who drives me insane. The more we fake it, though, the more the line between acting and real starts to blur. His charm is aggravating. His confidence is infuriating. His smile is entirely too distracting. This wasn’t part of the plan. I’m supposed to hate him, not want him. But pretending to be his perfect match is starting to feel all too real... Perfect (Mis)Match is a sizzling enemies-to-lovers romance packed with sharp banter, fiery chemistry, and all your favorite billionaire bosshole, fake relationship, and brother’s best friend. With a grumpy, guarded hero and a heroine who’s more than ready to knock him down a peg, get ready for the perfect storm of wit, tension, and heart-stopping twists.

Crafting cocktails is my thing. Mixing it up with my maddeningly hot, mega-successful ex? A recipe for the most epic hangover of my life. I entered this cocktail contest for one to win the prize money and finally open my dream speakeasy. And everything’s going smoothly—until I spot him. Aiden Calihan. The man who wrecked me worse than a tequila hangover. Now he’s a brooding billionaire and the face of a luxury liquor empire. I’d love nothing more than to splash a Dirty Shirley in his infuriatingly perfect face. Except it gets worse. He doesn’t even recognize me. OK—I'm wearing a costume and it's dark, but still! He even has the audacity to expect me to promote his overpriced booze. Oh, absolutely not. I’d rather chug warm, bottom-shelf whiskey from a broken glass. But then, Aiden throws a he offers me a once-in-a-lifetime gig—create the ultimate nonalcoholic drink for his brand. The paycheck would fast-track my speakeasy dreams, but working with Mr. Grumpy McGorgeous? A hazard to my sanity. I tell myself I can keep it professional. But Aiden has a way of getting under my skin—and into my dreams. The chemistry between us is impossible to ignore. And if I’m not careful, this time he might just break me for good. On the Rocks is a fiery second-chance romance brimming with witty banter, undeniable chemistry, and all the tropes you billionaire bosshole, grumpy-sunshine vibes, and the one that got away. Featuring a guarded, infuriatingly irresistible hero and a fiercely independent heroine chasing her dreams, this story serves up a perfect mix of tension, wit, and heart. Get ready for a tale as intoxicating as the cocktails they create!

First, Coffeezilla torpedoes my career as a barista. Then he dangles my dream job like a carrot on a stick. So what do I do? Make a deal with the devil. I learned the hard way: trust no one. That’s why I’m stuck serving lattes in the first place. Then Trent Saunders, aka Satan, waltzes in. Mr Hot Shot is too busy barking into his phone to stop and read. Is it my fault he missed the big DO NOT USE sign on the table? Ok, maybe I shouldn’t have laughed when he spilled coffee all over himself. But he deserved it. And for that the Table Tyrant got me fired! At least I got the last word. Or so I thought… Because it turns out, this gorgeous grump is the answer to my professional prayers. He wants me to design high-end furniture for his grandmother. A sweet old woman who mistakes me for his girlfriend. And does this genius bosshole correct her? No! He asks me to play along! Which means I’m stuck fake dating a man I loathe. What’s even more annoying? He might not be a total villain. He’s actually kind of sweet. Sometimes. But I’m not about to fall for his whole “nice guy’ routine. I mean, what kind of a woman would I be if I fell for a jerk?