Note to self: If you accept a job offer from your brother’s best friend, Don’t sleep with him. And definitely DON'T get pregnant. Eli Whiss is the big bad boss ready to huff, puff, and blow my little panties down. I’m the little sister that comes equipped with a “DO NOT TOUCH” sign from big bro. Our relationship starts with me spilling coffee on his junk and trying to rub it clean. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe my red face. In front of everyone, he treats me like the clumsy little sister. But when the meetings end… his stare claims every inch of my 5’-4” soul...

Seeing your ex again after six years is one thing, But hiding his secret daughter is a whole new level of complicated… My bestie hooked it up with an all-inclusive vacation, so naturally I said YES. But I should have peeked at the guest list beforehand. Now I’m stuck in paradise for two weeks with the guy who knocked me up and broke my heart. And despite the massive time gap he’s only gotten hotter with age. Annoying. I’m still holding onto my grudge like a lifeline. But Mr. Heartbreaker is giving me all kinds of mixed feelings. Soon sparks are flying, as are our clothes. And he’s...

Booze, boys, and backstage passes. What could go wrong? Turns out, a lot. Jackson Whiss is the living embodiment of a true rock ‘n’ roll bad boy. An alpha who takes what he wants. Demanding. Savage. And spoiler alert: he wants me. But not for the reason that you think. This jerk only needs a fake relationship to leverage my good-girl image. But in exchange, he’ll erase my student loan debt. What starts as a straightforward business deal, Ends backstage with tangled limbs, urgent strokes, and a low growl, “You’re mine.” We’re fire and ice, a match made in chaos. And toying with...

One reckless decision. One scorching night. One perfect stranger who turns out to be my brother’s best friend—and the ruthless CEO of everything I stand against. Alex Blackwood isn’t just dripping in wealth—he’s untouchable, with a piercing gaze that shatters any ounce of my self-control. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. I’m an ocean activist fighting the polluting yacht industry. His empire builds luxury superyachts for the elite. We’re polar opposites, until we end up tangled in the dark where clothes are optional. And his devastatingly lethal smirk unravels me over, and...

He was supposed to break my bed, not my heart. Mr. Hottie-with-a-Body ghosted me a year ago, and now he's my new boss. Still cocky. Still hot AF. Still thinks he can take whatever he wants. And he wants me to be his fake wife. He'll get his promotion and I'll get my debt erased. At first, he drives me crazy pushing all my buttons. But the way he stares at me gives me goosebumps, And soon his rock-hard body is all that fills my thoughts. Now, I love pretending to be husband and wife. Except we pretend a little too perfectly, Because I'm staring at a big, fat plus sign. He's promoted, And ...