I apparently missed out on that one.Because Damon Rose came, and instead of running, I got pregnant.DamonYes. I remember Chelsea Cross.I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me.Proving her wrong was… enjoyable.With hair I wanted to fist. A mouth that only stopped when I kissed it. A body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim.And now she wants a job.A smart man would say “no”.Or, I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago.She can’t even begin to handle me.Author’s Note: Buckle up for the ultimate bosshole in this steamy, workplace romantic comedy with a sassy heroine and a stubborn grump who wants to ruin her day.

     I’m in the midst of scrawling “I QUIT!” onto his fancy cardstock letterhead when my boss corners me. He needs a favor, he says. And then he asks how well I can act … Hudson Rutherford needs a fiancée. With his old-moneyed parents forcing him to marry some bratty hotel heiress and his hedonistic, playboy lifestyle at stake, the only way to get them to back off is to make them think he’s truly, madly, deeply in love … with me—his third personal assistant this year. But I can hardly stand working for him as it is. Hudson is crazy hot and well-aware. He’s arrogant, spoiled, and silver-spooned. He checks me out when he thinks I’m not looking, and his life is a revolving door of beautiful women. Plus, he can’t even pronounce my name correctly—how’s he going to convince his family he’s in love with me?! I’m seconds from giving him a resounding “no” when he flashes his signature dimpled smirk and gives me a number that happens to contain a whole mess of zeroes … On second thought, I think I can swallow my pride. But, oh baby, there’s one thing I haven’t told him, one teensy-tiny thing that could make this just a hair complicated … Here’s hoping this entire thing doesn’t explode in our faces.

    Mine just happens to be Dr. Christian Gallagher— the gorgeous, green-eyed heart surgeon who wants to have a baby with me. Yes, you read that correctly. When my mother approached me on my thirty-third birthday with a brochure for egg freezing, it was a glaring reminder that my biological clock is ticking toward its expiration date. I’ve always dreamed of being a mom and had a plan — one that was destroyed when I caught my professional hockey player husband in bed with another woman. Despite my broken heart I still believe in love. I want the happily ever after, but I also want a child desperately and won't settle in order to make it happen. That’s why when I decided to take my mother’s advice, Christian came up with his own plan: Let’s have a baby together. It’s a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. And yet...I can’t stop thinking about how great it could be. There’s just one condition. Before we have sex (oh, yes, we’re doing this the old fashioned way!) Christian is adamant we go on three dates. Sounds easy, but it's not.I thought sex would be the hard part, but the dates are only making me fall for the man I’ve known almost my entire life. Whoever said sex doesn't change things never went to bed with their best friend.

    Grumpy…Dr. Ryder Finley is a smoking hot surgeon and a total grouch.Arrogant.Entitled.A cold-hearted brute with a sculpted body and gorgeous eyes.We’ve bickered since day one.So what if I notice the bulging biceps under his scrubs…And that he's very good with his hands?He’s my sworn enemy.When he asks me to be his fake fiancée for a real estate deal,I think he’s lost it.But I’m desperate to get my pushy family off my back.So I agree.I’ll wear his ring and pretend to be in love.Then I’ll go back to hating him.But I didn’t count on one tiny detail:Ryder’s not the devil I thought he was.I don’t know what’s crazier:That I’m falling for my enemy...Or that I’m having his baby.Dr. Wrong is a full-length, enemies-to-lovers, secret baby romance. This standalone is packed with red-hot steam and a swoony Happily Ever After that will leave you with a smile on your face. No cheating or cliffhangers!

    I was his assistant. It was only supposed to be a temporary office romance. Until he changed the rules...Haylee Holloway has experienced more grief than a twenty-two year old should have to endure. When she moves to LA for a fresh start and takes a job as an assistant for an advertising company the last thing she expects is to have to step in as the model during a photo shoot. Especially with a multi-million dollar campaign hanging in the balance.Josh Singer, the owner of Gamble Advertising is private, intense, and hard to read. But when he shows up to take charge of the debacle, he's surprised to be drawn to the nervous woman filling in. Once he learns of Haylee’s goal to save money for law school, he makes her a short-term offer she can’t refuse: Move to New York City and work for him directly as his assistant. As things heat up between them, blurring both their professional and personal lives, can they keep things temporary as planned or will they both realize some things aren't meant to end?Full Length Standalone book with no cliffhanger. First book of the “Something Series”***Tell Me Something is for mature audiences due to steamy bedroom scenes that are in no way contained to just the bedroom.***

    His lips are as sculpted as David. And his ego is the size of the Guggenheim.You know the type—wolfish smile and the gravity of a black hole. The kind of man who sucks all the air from the room the second he enters it. My cocky boss thinks this internship was wasted on me, and he doesn’t hesitate to let me know.But he’s wrong, and I’m going to prove it to him. If I can stay away from his devil lips, that is. Lips that cut me down and kiss me in the same breath, leaving me certain he’s on a mission to ruin my life.And maybe my heart.*A brand new STANDALONE romantic comedy full of steam, laughs, and heart by bestselling author Staci Hart*

    Whether you want forbidden lovers, secret babies, or second chances, this series has it all. Just grab a glass of something cold because these sexy alphas and their fabulous leading ladies are sure to leave you hot and bothered in all the right ways! And don’t forget, a sweet HEA is always included!

     But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things. Sex in his office… Sex in the on-set kitchen… Sex in the supply closet… She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge… ego. He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with. Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives. It’s just a hook-up, she says. When can we do it again? he says. With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her he’s the last guy she’ll ever want. THE LAST GUY is the first white-hot CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC COMEDY from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise. It features Fireball-fueled hookups, Doritos Locos Tacos, attack monkeys, toddlers in tiaras, and one fabulous drag queen. Prepare for frantic clicking (or page flipping!) and smoking-hot sexytimes all the way to the out-of-this-world happily-ever-after.

    Honestly… you can’t make these things up.All I’ve wanted was to travel the world and have enough money to do it. Simple, right? Wrong. Florence has become a second home to me. I’m in love with the city and everything it has to offer, but it hasn’t really loved me back. Making enough money to travel isn’t an issue when you don’t even have enough to make rent. But then I meet a hot billionaire. Yes, in the club, and he offers me a job. And get this… I can keep my clothes on in this one. What?!I’d be crazy to refuse him. Even if being attracted to one’s boss can never be a good idea. We work and play well together, but forever isn’t in the cards. He’s from Florence and I’m an American. Neither of us are willing to give up our homes. On top of it all, Italian mothers aren’t like American mommas, and this situation we’ve created isn’t going to be as easy to clear up. Neither is me having to explain not one, but two little heartbeats that just popped up on the doctor’s monitor.

    In spades.Gorgeous green eyes? Check.Hard-and-sexy body? Check.Intelligence? Check.Success? A big fat billionaire... Check.Too bad I haven't started out on the best foot.My big mouth has already turned him against me, and tempting good looks and success aside, Trent Turner is no peach either. He's stubborn and thick-headed, and son of a fruitcake, he thinks he knows everything there is to know about the hotel business.With him running the development of the new Vanderturn New Orleans Hotel and me doing the design, our work relationship is far too intimate for two people who absolutely despise one another.But that's not all.See, he isn't just my billionaire boss from hell. He's my new neighbor, too.Same city.Same building.Same floor. Trent Turner is my billionaire boss next door. Holy moly, let's hope my career--and hormones--can survive.Disclaimer: If you generally love to suffer, hate fun of any kind, and are allergic to laughter, this book is not for you.

    He’s not a sweater or a skirt. He’s not even her favorite dress—the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him. In my defense, I didn’t know who he was. To me, he was a cool, calm, confident stranger. He was perfection for the entire hour and a half train ride while the concrete jungle turned into a rolling green landscape. To an outsider, we probably appeared more friends than hopeful lovers. But my blush came quickly, and his dimples indented with every smile. We definitely shared a spark of what could be. Too bad I didn’t know who he was before I fell for him, because he can’t be mine.

    There was sambuca shots, lots of them, loud music, and wild dancing.Then I spotted him. A hot hunk on his own. I did something I never imagined I would.I made it clear I wanted him and well you can guess the rest... yes, amazing. He was an eleven out of ten.Unfortunately, the morning after didn't go so well.So I took my walk of shame in my stride and life went on. I didn't forget that night obviously, but life went on.Fast forward three months and my boss, the CEO, announces he's stepping down and his son, who I've never met before, will be taking over.Yup, you guessed it again. His son turns out to be none other than my one-night stand.Without all those shots making my head swim, he is an insufferable, cocky asshole who would have loved to have fired me on the spot, only his position comes with a stipulation he has to satisfy.Mainly, he must keep me in employment at the firm and as his personal assistant.I see a whole lotta trouble on the horizon but I'm confident I can handle it. I tell myself as long as we can't stand each other we'll be able to keep it strictly professional.Then we touch. Now all bets are off.A Full Length Standalone Office Romance With Guaranteed HEA.

    

    It’s a mistake—a steamy, mind-blowingly satisfying mistake. But a few nights of passion with the superwealthy bad boy prove to have long-term effects when Cleo’s world is unexpectedly turned upside down.Dante has cultivated an enviable, jet-setting lifestyle: beautiful women, exotic destinations, and luxury without limits. He’s not looking to be domesticated, and certainly not by his assistant—even though he can’t get her out of his mind. Still, he knows he has both the responsibility and the financial means to help Cleo.Though Cleo has no interest in Dante’s money, her lack of prospects gives her little choice but to accept his help. But living under the same roof, Dante discovers he wants more, and if Cleo lets down her guard, she just might find what her heart’s wanted all along.

    But when you're the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay's head spin, you've earned the right to your confidence.When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it's not a suggestion--it's an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don't make it okay. But I have to admit, she's got talent. She's creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can't help wanting to know everything she thinks. I've never met a more talented chef. And I've never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life. There's only one way this push and pull can end.With her in my bed, begging for more.