Stephanie

Do you know the one thing you should never do at work? Your boss. Sadly, following that particular piece of advice is much easier said than done. Ronan Maxwell is hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever met. He’s also the pushiest, most demanding, and most arrogant SOB on the planet. And even though I can’t stand him, I never stop wondering how his ridiculously pretty mouth would feel against my skin. Or whether or not that bulge in his pants is as impressive as it seems.

Ketahn did not want a mate. Fate has a different plan for him. When the queen he despises declares her intention to claim him, he retreats into the jungle.

I never wanted to be a pet—especially not the pet of an arrogant Alien Overlord. Now I’m stuck on his spaceship, learning to walk on a leash and eating a disgusting concoction called “human chow.” Also, Sir demands that I go through “training” of the extra-spicy variety in order to display "proper pet behavior," whatever that means. Will I ever get back to Earth? You’ll have to listen to The Overlord’s Pet to find out.

I wish that’s what the ad had said. Because it was a huge surprise when I was picked up for my interview in a freaking helicopter. Now I’m nannying the children of Braxton Nash, the young, fearless billionaire in charge of Nash Capital. But at night? He has more exciting plans for me. And that’s not the only fringe benefit of this job. The billionaire wants to share me with his two friends. Adam Sizemore: the lean, boyishly-handsome personal assistant with a sharp mind and even sharper tongue.