Armed with comfy pants, overpriced coffee, and a highly anxious emotional-support corgi, I prepare to face him. Corporate boss. Villain. I step into his office. His perfect mouth twists into a sneer. There is no heart of gold beneath that suit, just a big black pit. He’s a shark in the frothy waters of high-stakes finance. He might be the quintessential asshole CEO, causing all in his path to quake in fear, but he’s never had to face down a basic bitch in her thirties. I am exactly like the other girls—I adore Starbucks, greige home decor, and making snarky jokes with my bestie. I’ve even inherited a stalker from an ill-advised singles party. Yeah, the stalker is… a problem, one I’m hoping will just go away if I ignore it. I can’t ignore him, though. He’s all broad shoulders and snide comments, picking apart everything about me as he circles me, going for the kill. He would never fire me, though. There’s no fun in that. He wants me to quit, to have a mental breakdown. Well, he can get in line behind my crazy gold-digging sister, my guilt-tripping mother, and the aforementioned stalker. He pins me with his gaze. I brace myself, waiting for the verbal blow to come… Instead, he says, “I need a date tonight, and unfortunately, it has to be you.” This is a full-length, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy, complete with smokin’ hot-but-morally gray heroes, a smidge of suspense, and of course the perfect happily ever after!

When your mean boss asks you if you’re ready to admit defeat—and move out of his car...you wonder where you went wrong in life. Two weeks ago, I was an optimistic office girl with a Pinterest vision board and a dream. Now? I’m standing in a billionaire’s penthouse office, trying not to throw a donut at his smug, perfect face. McCarthy Svensson is my new boss-slash-personal tormentor. Though he thinks he’s my only protector. He’s wrong. He’s way worse than the merry-go-round of ex fiancés who may or may not be stalking me, including ex-fiancé number one of three, who fakes his death then pops up out of a casket. Alive. Yes, I have a messy dating life. I like to think it makes me unique and quirky! He doesn’t seem to think so. When he growls, “I’m not helping you until you admit you need me,” I slam a binder against his chest and smile sweetly. “Pick your fake girlfriend, buddy. Deadline’s midnight.” He smirks. “As long as she’s nothing like you.” Cool. Now all I have to do is convince this ice-cold bastard that I’m exactly what he needs... No not like that! I’m trying to save his reputation and my job. And I’m not saving either if I keep letting him finger me in the back seat of his limo…gulp. Stalkers, hot but toxic bosses, a granny with a flamethrower… This full-length, stand-alone, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy with all of the crazy laughs and of course the perfect happily ever after!