Will Turning up on the first day of a job you desperately need to discover you’ve already slept with your billionaire boss? Yeah, that’s a bit of a conundrum. Learning he’s a closeted bisexual currently embroiled in a—by all accounts bogus—sexual harassment scandal? That’s more of a fiasco. But having to sit outside the office of one of the sexiest men alive, day in, day out, knowing there’s no chance of a repeat? That’s what I’d call a disaster. My sexy-as-hell boss, Spencer Cox, has one rule: no messing around with the employees. And seeing as how I can’t afford to give up this job, that kind of puts me between a rock and a hard place. A very hard place if you get my meaning… The way things are going, I’ll be lucky to survive in this job a month. The Suits & Sevens series spins off from the Love & Luck series, however it is not necessary to have read the Love & Luck books before reading Mr. Big Shot.

Right place. Right Time. Right Name. Drew When my parents decided to name me Andrew I doubt they could have imagined it would lead me here… Where is here, exactly? The short version—the Wattleglen Inn on Long Island, where my roommate’s billionaire brother has roped me into pretending to be his boyfriend for a family wedding weekend. All because I happen to have the same name as the ex his family still thinks he’s dating. The long version—a ton of questioning, fantasizing, and giving in to temptation after being on the receiving end of the most epic BJ I’ve ever had in my life. Sullivan Stapleton is the last person I should be getting involved with; he’s on the rebound, he’s a guy, and he’s a freakin’ billionaire who never saw a problem he couldn’t throw money at. But I can’t turn down the cash he’s offering to be his fake boyfriend for the weekend; not when I’m in dire need of funds to repair some storm damage to my auto-shop. And then after the wedding…well, I should walk away. But for some reason I just can’t seem to let go.

Tanner When you’re staring down the barrel of half a century’s existence on this planet, you tend to think about things… Like…maybe I should think about retiring? And I guess I could start crossing things off my bucket list? And should I get my colon checked? Something I wasn’t intending to start assessing too closely at this stage of my life—or ever, really—is my sporadic, complicated, and rather inconvenient attraction to men. Some people do yoga. Others bake. For me, the only surefire way to release all that tension and anxiety that’s always building up inside me is…well, I’m sure you can figure it out… But that’s all it is. Stress relief. Or, at least, that’s all it was. Until I met Deacon Stapleton. Gorgeous, funny, and great in bed—it only takes one night for me to decide I want him to be my permanent stress ball. But there are some problems…he’s too young; he’s too nice; and he doesn’t do casual flings. Oh, and did I mention he’s my daughter’s kindergarten teacher? Mr Nice Guy is book three in the Suits & Sevens series and features a billionaire silver fox and a rugby-playing kindergarten teacher. It can be read as a standalone. Tropes: billionaire, single dad, age gap, bi-awakening.

Jackson Skyler Mason has had me wrapped around his little finger since we were seven years old. It doesn’t matter how ridiculous the situation, how inconvenient it might be for me, or that ninety-nine percent of the time the mess is one of Skyler’s own making, one flash of those puppy dog eyes and it’s Jackson to the rescue. Bringing him a fresh pair of underwear at work? Check. Scaring off clingy hook-ups? Check. Taking a week off so I can look after him when he’s sick? Check. But now something’s happened, and for the first time in our friendship, I don’t know how to fix it. There’s no WikiHow on what to do if your best friend suddenly realizes he has feelings for you. And even if there were, I doubt it would help; because no one else is like Skyler and me. “Best friends” isn’t even the right word for it. We’re just us. Or, at least, we were… All I want is for everything to be how it used to. I don’t want Skyler to tense up when I go to touch him. I don’t want him sitting halfway across the room when we should be cuddling on the couch. And I sure as hell don’t want him staying out the whole night and not even texting to check in. If I could snap my fingers and suddenly be attracted to him, I’d do it without question. But I know that’s not a realistic option. I’ve never been attracted to men. Truthfully, I’ve never been attracted to anyone… Not in that way, at least. Love, on the other hand? That’s something I know a hell of a lot about. Mr Blue Sky is a co-dependent best friends to more romantic comedy with an adorably clueless playboy, and an equally adorable and equally clueless acey. Best friends, roommates, asexual-awakening, reformed player.