Embattled CEO and newly-widowed Stephanie Kerrigan also cares about exactly three things: keeping control of the family business that her board of directors is hellbent on taking away from her, having a baby, and winning the lawsuit Ethan Webb has filed against her. What was Stephanie’s crime? Being married to Pete’s scumbag father. His dead father. So after spending less than an hour with her, what possible reason could Ethan have to suddenly ask Stephanie to marry him? And why in the world would she agree? That’s easy: extreme mutual need. Besides, it’s only for a few weeks. There’s no need for it to get complicated. Until it does.

    Not Your Typical S#xy Billionaire Christmas Office Romance She was there to pick me up,Show me around,And make sure I had a good time.After all, that's what assistants are for, right?But Sheryl was different,Beautiful, smart and hot as...f#ck. All I want is to touch her,Hear her scream my nameAnd make her mine.No guy has ever satisfied her.Now, I'm here from down underTo make sure she gets her first "O" with my big "D".And maybe a happy ending of my own.***Bossman's List is a steamy, suspense-filled, stand-alone billionaire office Christmas romance with a HEA.***

    Prepare for inappropriate humor, dad jokes, and maybe a woodland creature or two.

    A newer edition of this book can be found here.Telling my boss my BIGGEST secret was just one of many mistakes…#1 I revealed that I was still a…you know what.#2 I also confessed I’d never experience the big O.#3 I don’t even have to spell it out do I?Look, I NEVER expected him to make it his mission to help a girl out,But I can’t say I haven’t fantasized about it.Even when I want to slap his arrogant face,I wouldn’t mind tearing his suit off in the process.As much as I want to let him take me in every way imaginable,My mission to find the big O,Quickly turns into Oh shit!Falling for him wasn’t part of the plan…or the agreement.Will I always just be another conquest for my billionaire boss?Or can I fall out of his bed and into his heart?

    Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch.I honestly can't wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I'm quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS.All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his "mouth of perfection" or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER.Your bestie,MyaPS--Please tell me your day is going better than mine...Subject: Re: My Boss.No, you haven't already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you've sent me this email directly, I know now...Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.)You don't have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you're quitting. I'm standing outside your office at this very moment. ( Open the door. )No comment on your "fantasies," although I highly doubt they're "long over."Your boss,MichaelPS--Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours... A steamy, office-romance novella from New York Times bestselling author, Whitney G.

    McKay,You don’t know me at all, but I’m the love of your life.My name is Kim Dailey and as of just about five minutes ago, you and I are in a very serious committed, relationship. Hot and heavy of course because well, let’s face it, I hear you have a twelve pack under those scrubs and I’m basically a doppleganger for the star of Scandal. (I’m sure you’ve seen it. If not, the internet is your friend.)Anyway, here’s the real story.I’m celebrating my birthday in Pete’s Bar tonight. Low and behold, Tammy, AKA old high school mean girl, walks up to me to say hello and tries to one-up me. She even made fun of my Happy Planner stickers! Anyway, I may have told her that I was seriously dating the most prestigious, most attractive pediatric oncologistthis side of the Rocky Mountains (that's you by the way) and that we were shopping for the perfect ring. That seemed to shut her up.So yeah. That happened.She deserved it, I swear.If you’re a decent man, and I hear you are, maybe you’ll just let that little white lie slide if she brings it up during the Seattle CARES Charity Event. Oh, and if you need an out for bringing a date, I told her I might not be able to make her event. That’s a lie too of course. I’m more than available if you need a date, but I’ll hold to that little fib just for you if you need me to. You’re welcome.The new love of your lifethat you have yet to actually meet and fall in love with,Kimberly Dailey.ps. Please don't sue me. I can't afford the legal fees.

    Stipulation--we do it together.It doesn't take a tarot card-reading psychic to figure out where our story is headed... late nights, trips out of town, and more than a few awkward moments filled with sexual tension.No worries though. I pride myself on my willpower. I can totally ignore his sexy grin, his rock-hard body and his dreamy brown eyes. I will not become the woman other women hate.But it turns out that Enzo Mancini has a lot of layers and if I don't stop peeling, I'm going to lose everything, including my dignity.Don't miss this NEW Steamy Enemies-to-Lovers Office Romance by a duo of USA Today Bestselling Authors!

    Just another twenty-something girl, living the dream. That’s what I tell myself every morning. That I’m successful, self-aware, and well-balanced. It's just a tiny fib. I would be all of those things, if I had friends who didn’t work with me at the bank. And if I made it to pilates more than once a quarter. And if watermelon slushies weren't the main source of nutrients in my diet. It wouldn’t hurt if I’d had sex in the last year, either. (My best friend insists Jorge the Nightstand Boyfriend doesn’t count.)But when you know where you're going, you don’t need to enjoy the ride. Right?Even if some teeny part of me did want to fool around, Max Donovan would be the last guy I’d call. Sure, he made the indie video game that broke the internet. And yeah, his eyebrow piercing’s sexy, in a ‘what-are-you-in-a-band?’ kind of way. And fighting with him gets me going faster than Jorge on bezerker mode…He’s still colder than a cactus and twice as prickly. And I’m not talking about his face, because the guy’s barely old enough to shave. It’d really be best if we just ignored each other. Which is a problem, because Max Donovan is my new biggest client.So what happens when the girl who lives to work meets the guy who was born to play?Game on.

    When I meet Parker Scott, I realize this job is going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be. Quitting isn’t an option; I’ll have to learn to deal with the three Bossholes in one way or another.Every assistant I hire is gone before the end of the day. Most leave crying within hours of starting. I'm not an easy person to work for, I know this. But. I. Don’t. Care. I expect my assistants to work hard and do their job. I don’t want their opinions or thoughts… until I meet Logan. She quickly becomes indispensable to the company, and my heart.

    I just know what I like.A powerful billionaire in a suit wasn’t even my first choice. McAllister Stonewall was never on my radar, I didn’t even know he existed.But I do now.His hands are all over me at work. The heat of his chest pressing against my bare back as he bends me over the desk is the only thing on my mind.He is my most forbidden desires unleashed. He is my new secret obsession. He is my Mr. Perfect.Until the moment I realize… There’s no such thing as perfect.

    Maybe they’re right.Graduating college should have given me some relief, but not when my father was waiting in the wings to hand over his railroad company. The world thought he’d gone mad. A tycoon handing off a man’s man type of business to his daughter!To a GIRL! Especially when he has a son.But my brother isn’t interested in anything that doesn’t have surf and sun involved. Though I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility, I have no choice. Luckily enough, my dad’s righthand man, Rogan, is there to back me up. My brother’s best friend. Go figure. I need his help more than ever now, though. My father passed away unexpectedly, leaving me to fend off the wolves alone. Though my handsome new sidekick is less than thrilled to have a younger woman running the show, we make an incredible team. And then he asserts himself. As much as I hate to admit it, the man is hotter than sin and has my full attention. Unfortunately, our passion gets in the way and the board forces my man to leave. It’s time for me to grow up. To fully step into my father’s shoes. That’s all fine and dandy, but I don’t wear flats.I’m a high-heel kinda gal, and I get to choose who stands beside me and behind me. The only man I want at my back is the one I want in my bed.

     I've always been a businessman. It's in my blood. It defines me. Well, that and being a single dad. My daughter is the only thing I prize above money. And I want to be the role model she deserves. But when I'm suddenly on the verge of bankruptcy, the s#!t hits the fan. And in more ways than one. Maybe that's why I turned to my new secretary - to fuck away my troubled thoughts. Elena Hayes. Twenty-four, fresh out of college, green eyes, tall, curvy, smart… No man in my position could resist all that. I knew she was off-limits. She knew I was bad for her. But that didn't stop us… Until the test with the two pink little lines. I want to support Elena. I want this baby. But I have a dark past that isn't done toying with me yet…

     Work romances are never a smart idea. Especially not when one of them is the well-known anchor of a very popular news show. Jason Bowman is in the prime of his life but when his head writer finally decides she just can’t put up with him anymore he spirals out of control. Shelby Aster has had enough and makes a change, but one mistake will haunt her forever, especially when the father finds out. Can these two put aside past arguments and become a family? Included in this box set are the following books: The Boss Baby Daddy, Knocked Up By The Doc, Executive, Extreme, Daddy Boss, and Daddy Next Door.

    Okay, so I’d had a bad day and took it out on a bystander in a pizza shop. But there’s nothing innocent about Ally Morales. She proves that her first day of her new job… in my office… after being hired by my mother.So maybe her colorful, annoying, inexplicably alluring personality brightens up the magazine’s offices that have felt like a prison for the past year. Maybe I like that she argues with me in front of the editorial staff. And maybe my after-hours fantasies are haunted by those brown eyes and that sharp tongue.But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to be the next Russo man to take advantage of his position. I might be a second-generation asshole, but I am not my father.She’s working herself to death at half a dozen dead-end jobs for some secret reason she doesn’t feel like sharing with me. And I’m going to fix it all. Don’t accuse me of caring. She’s nothing more than a puzzle to be solved. If I can get her to quit, I can finally peel away all those layers. Then I can go back to salvaging the family name and forget all about the dancing, beer-slinging brunette.AllyHa. Hold my beer, Grumpy Grump Face.Author’s Note: A steamy, swoony workplace romantic comedy with a grumpy boss hero determined to save the day and a plucky heroine who is starting to wonder if there might actually be a beating heart just beneath her boss’s sexy vests.

    Meet a hot guy, take him back to a hotel, get busy... Steal the sperm. I know, I know. It sounds ridiculous, right?But in the moment, and, after a lot of tequila shots of course... It sounded perfect. Turns out, I'm a shitty thief.And if getting caught red handed isn't bad enough... The owner of the sperm ends up being my new boss.