Single Parent

He is powerful, older and my boss, a lethal combination. Job satisfaction has taken on a whole new meaning. When I lied on my resume, I didn’t expect it to matter. I mean any child would love me; I was born to be a nanny. I applied for a position working for a woman, or so I thought. But Julian Masters is definitely all man…the kind you dream of licking chocolate from. The first day was bad. The kids were the spawn of the devil and I spied through a window and caught him doing something obscene…. and equally fascinating. The second day was worse, he caught me snooping in his bathroom cabinet in my skimpy pyjamas and all hell broke loose. On the third day, I ran over him in a golf cart. And by day four I had decided that I wanted that chocolate…all of it. Melted….on me. But intelligent, widowed Judges don’t fall for ditzy nannies. Or do they?

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of bestselling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read. Page after page of bone-chilling admissions, including Verity's recollection of what really happened the day her daughter died. Lowen decides to keep the manuscript hidden from Jeremy, knowing its contents would devastate the already grieving father. But as Lowen's feelings for Jeremy begin to intensify, she recognizes all the ways she could benefit if he were to read his wife's words. After all, no matter how devoted Jeremy is to his injured wife, a truth this horrifying would make it impossible for him to continue to love her.

He calls me perfect. His flawless pet. His good girl. Broken down and wounded by my emotionally neglectful ex, I wanted someone to tell me I was good enough. Then, I stumbled into a new job with a boss who brings me to my knees—literally. He has me do things a real secretary would never do. Emerson Grant tells me I’m more than just good enough. I’m worthy of his praise. There are a million reasons why I should stay away. The owner of the Salacious Players’ Club is not just my new boss, he’s twice my age. And my ex-boyfriend’s father. With him, I am treasured. I am adored. I am his. I’m a good girl, but I’m falling for the wrong man. Emerson Grant knows what he wants—And he wants me. So how far will I go to hear his approval?

Jud Lawson found me stranded in the rain. Broken down on the side of the road in a deserted neighborhood with my piece of crap car. I wasn't looking for a hero, and definitely not one who looks like him. An obscenely hot, mountain-of-a-man who screams danger .But I have little choice other than climbing onto the back of his bike. One look at Salem Aguilar, and I'm hooked. The girl is devastation wrapped in a black, seductive bow. A knockout. A dream. Turns out, she needs a job, and I need the help. Now I have a vixen strutting around my shop, and I'm the fool who's itching to reach out and take what he can't have .But neither of us can ignore the burning attraction. The fire that leads to a kiss. A kiss that has us falling into my bed. The connection that has me wanting the one thing I'd never thought I could have again. Because monsters like me don't deserve love. Only Salem has a secret, too. She's been running for years, and her past just caught up to us...

I’m an impulsive kind of girl. Like, ‘buy an old van to renovate and live in it’ kind of impulsive. So, when my bar game of kiss-a-random-guy-to-make-engaged-ex-jealous lands me in apartment floor sex with Harry, it’s par for the course. Who doesn’t love a sexy mechanic with a tight-fitting white tee that hugs his huge biceps and…a six-year-old daughter? Thankfully for me, hot daddy Harry needs a babysitter right when I need help repairing my van…and right when I need a fake boyfriend. I only have to endure three months of this charade while my van gets renovated and then I’ll journey into the wild. Except I’m starting to kinda like Harry. And his daughter is kinda cool. And I kinda sorta may not want to cut town anymore. This is a different type of wild entirely.