Since then, he’s found himself doing good deeds whenever necessary. Sometimes he sees an opportunity to help, like walking an old woman across a busy intersection, while other times, like the time he attempted to save that woman from falling into traffic. Okay, that’s not a great example because that woman didn’t get it. She punched him for his trouble. Some people just don’t understand. Allison Kirby doesn’t need anyone’s help. So, when some jerk tries to help her get her stiletto unstuck from the grate in the sidewalk, she did what any self-respecting woman would do—she decked him. Twice. And wow, it felt good. When the two end up working together, sparks fly, but not necessarily the good kind.For Allison, Ben helps her see that there are true superheroes in the world while Ben realizes that not everyone needs rescuing––sometimes all we need is love.

    Hell, it kind of makes me want her more. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate at work when she’s walking around here in a tight skirt, looking at me with those wide green eyes? Does she have any clue what she does to me? Am I even on her radar? Some days, it’s like she refuses to even look at me. Will I ever know what it’s like to take her in my arms, to show her off to the world, to call her mine? Not if her brother - and my best friend - has anything to do with it. Isabella He’s the kind of presence in a room that makes me terrified but leaves me wanting more. I’d be smart to keep my distance, but each day I spend in his office, I get a little closer to opening my mouth and saying what I really think. His handsome face is too much to handle at work. I spend half my days avoiding his gaze. Whether I like it or not, he has me weak in the knees. Whether I like it or not, I want him to be mine. Whether I like it or not, I want him to be the one to take my innocence. But my brother is his best and only friend - the one who got me this job. How can I pursue what I want when he’s keeping an eye on me? *Falling For Her Boss is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger. There is some ow drama.

    This hot. This difficult.Aaric Christos was a guy who protected me. Wanted me. Maybe even loved me.That man is gone.In his place is the most powerful real estate tycoon in the city.He’s a cold, ruthless, aggressive businessman.The only one who can save me and my startup from ruin.It takes every ounce of courage to put my pride aside and ask for his help.I didn’t expect him to offer it easily.And he doesn’t.Instead, he vets me harder than he’s vetted anyone.Don’t invest in what you don’t know, he says.He's assessing every piece of me, to the point I've never felt so bare.I yearn for the boy I once knew, whose touch once craved me.Putting it all on the line will be worth it, I tell myself.Until I realize—too late—that some risks are not worth taking.

    When we land, he gives me his number, and I promise to call. Before I get the chance, we meet again. It turns out he’s my new boss and nothing like the gentle stranger from the plane. The longer I’m with Royce, the more I realize he has many layers, and I want to uncover them all one by one. If only he would let me in. Royce Being CEO requires all of my focus, but I can’t stop thinking about the gorgeous woman from the plane with the gorgeous blonde hair and striking green eyes. Sawyer Gibson is beautiful, intelligent, and very much off-limits. A line I shouldn’t cross. Until I do... and there’s no going back. I want all of her, but she deserves more than my hardened heart can give. No matter how hard I try, I can't escape her.

    

    And totally off-limits.Which is why nobody knows that James and I have a wedding…situation.As in, sometime between the first dance and the cutting of the cake, we end up hate-fucking each other somewhere totally inappropriate.He’s rough, dirty and the orgasms are un-friggin-believable.But he’s a lifelong bachelor and Sydney’s biggest man-whore.And I’ve had enough of those.So when I wake up the day before my wedding with a killer hangover, handcuffed to James bloody Kane with no memory of what happened the night before and no handcuff keys in sight, I know I am so effing screwed.24 hours to get myself unchained to this arrogant infuriating asshole.24 until I walk down the aisle…to someone else!24 hours for us to work together (hah!), avoid my fiancé, brother and basically the entire wedding party, and figure out……what the hell happened last night?If you don’t like ruthless arrogant alphas and the sassy lady he wants to stay cuffed to, don’t read this book.If you’re not into flamboyantly fabulous man-of-honors, outrageous cradle-snatching Godmothers, and a chatty male stripper who owns a greedy will-eat-anything pooch named Booty, you definitely shouldn’t read this book.You have been warned.

    There are no cliffhangers and no cheating! If you’re into instalove, hot scenes and happily-ever-afters, this one is for you!

    He’d been hot, hard, and possessed a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. He’d also skipped out of town faster than a villain in a B movie, leaving me woefully unsatisfied. I’d chalked the whole incident up to a bad night stand and moved on with my life. That was before the news of a failed IUD. Before the plus sign. Before Jordan showed back up determined to make that night up to me. I didn’t want a baby or a payday or a sexy, stubborn man in my life. I wanted to go back in time and pretend none of it had happened. Unfortunately, my life had become all about that plus sign . . . and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

    But, how could she know that Mr. Right was actually Mr. Wrong.Brax Adam’s has been called a few things in his life, but a liar was never one of them. That all changes when he’s standing outside a coffee shop and approached by a beautiful woman who thinks he’s there to meet her for a blind date.As a businessman, Brax knows to trust his gut and never let an opportunity pass him by so he pretends to be someone he’s not.Maybe he shouldn’t have lied, maybe he should have come clean, but in the end it doesn’t matter because now he has to prove that he’s not the wrong man but the right one.So what if he’s not the man she’s expecting, she’s the one he’s been waiting for.

    Uprooting her isn't an option which means heading back to the sticks of New Hampshire, to the small town I fled.Because of Charlotte.Because of Liam.My two best friends, the ones I’d been reluctant to pursue but couldn’t deny.Attempting to avoid facing my past doesn’t work, and I see them both—together. They appear to have moved on while I can’t.I still want her.I still want him.But secrets lay between us, betrayals that threaten to crack the egg shells we walk on.I’ve got more than my own heart to look out for now, and I’ll protect those I love this time around.No matter the cost.

    But the moment he sees Brooke Casterley, none of that matters. Caleb is filled with a raw, undeniable need that he can’t ignore…for a girl who is so completely different from everything and everyone he’s ever known.Only Brooke isn’t looking for love. She knows all too well just how much damage the wrong guy can do. Still, what sane, broke British girl can resist the charms of an incredibly sexy, chivalrous billionaire? What starts as flirtation quickly turns into all-consuming passion. Nothing could have prepared her for the searing heat of Caleb’s touch—or just how much she craves him.Their whirlwind romance is the stuff of high-society fantasy—but for every moment of pleasure, there is a cost. Past mistakes and tragedy shadow them both…and falling for him might be the kind of trouble she can’t afford.

    Oh, and my new boss.His first order of business? Cut half the staff. I should hate him. Easy, right?Wrong.I met him two weeks ago, when he saved me from the most awkward first date of my life. I was looking for a way out when he strolled up in a ten-thousand dollar suit with a winning smile, and told a white lie that turned the date from hell into heavenly bliss.I left with his number in my phone, and spent the next two weeks staying up late to text him. He's charming. Funny. Sincere.Completely unlike the ruthless villain who comes in and carves us up.My first order of business is to interview the new boss. But who is sitting on the other side of the desk? The man who saved and charmed me, or the one who’s threatening everything I hold dear?Carter insists that we can still be friends, but I know that the whole situation is a ticking time bomb.

    she’s been my obsession since I was seventeen.She’s the object of every dirty thought I’ve ever had.I’m consumed.I lust over her … albeit from afar.She has no idea how I feel.And my secret can never come out,because there’s one major hurdle standing in our way …she’s my best friend’s little sister.When she offers to stand in as my temporary secretary, I’m torn.Will I be able to risk the temptation?Or will I succumb and lose everything that I hold dear?

    My plan has me well on my way to proving that I can climb the corporate ladder on my own merit.What I don't have a plan for is Briella. She's as driven as I am, heart-stoppingly gorgeous, and if I can keep from screwing things up...she's my future.But with a company policy against fraternization, and her firm belief that independence will bring her success, I'm more likely to get fired than get a chance with her.Can I find a way to show Briella that success and pleasure aren't mutually exclusive?

    WHOOPSIE?Don’t sleep with your best friend. Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables. Except I can't forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…