He's a powerful billionaire CEO who built the family business into an empire. The money doesn't matter to him, but the company is his life. And then his eccentric mother wills it all to her tiny dog.**I'm Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that's what my elderly neighbor always says.) When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to her dog, Smuckers. With me as his spokesperson. Suddenly I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor's son, Henry Locke, aka New York's most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me. Rumor has it Henry's a business genius who's as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Sure, he's gorgeous. Sex-in-a-seven-thousand dollar suit. But...He's arrogant and infuriating. He refuses to listen to me when I insist I didn't con his mother. He thinks he can bully me, buy me off, control me, even seduce me. Henry may have the women of Manhattan eating out of the palm of his hand, but I'm so over entitled rich guys who think they own the world. No way will his wicked smile be charming ME out of my panties. His wicked...devastating...impossible-to-resist smile. Oh well, who needs panties anyway?~a romantic comedy standalone; formerly titled Most Eligible Bastard~

He's a powerful billionaire CEO who built the family business into an empire. The money doesn't matter to him, but the company is his life. And then his eccentric mother wills it all to her tiny dog. ** I'm Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that's what my elderly neighbor always says.) When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to her dog, Smuckers. With me as his spokesperson. Suddenly I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor's son, Henry Locke, aka New York's most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me. Rumor has it Henry's a business genius who's as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Sure, he's gorgeous. Sex-in-a-seven-thousand dollar suit. But... He's arrogant and infuriating. He refuses to listen to me when I insist I didn't con his mother. He thinks he can bully me, buy me off, control me, even seduce me. Henry may have the women of Manhattan eating out of the palm of his hand, but I'm so over entitled rich guys who think they own the world. No way will his wicked smile be charming ME out of my panties. His wicked...devastating...impossible-to-resist smile. Oh well, who needs panties anyway? a romantic comedy standalone; formerly titled Most Eligible Bastard

A one-night-stand with a billionaire bachelor leaves a happily single writer wanting more... Magazine columnist, Chantelle Sah doesn't celebrate Valentine's Day-not since her fianceì's betrayal four years ago. She's thrown herself into her career, but after a botched assignment as a feature writer, she will do everything for a scoop this Valentine's Day. Even if it means breaking her rule and going on a date with gorgeous construction Tycoon, Lord McKenzie... opening herself to an onslaught of all things love. When Lord-his given name, not a title-sets his sights on Chantelle, he has more than work on his mind. Yet, even the infamous playboy couldn't have predicted the magnetic attraction from the moment they met, nor the evening ending with more than just an interview. But now he has to convince Chantelle that their one-night stand wasn't a mistake... and that not all bachelors are heartbreakers.

Never beg. Never grovel. Nice guys wind up in the friend zone. I wrote the book on scoring with hot women - literally. I'm the patron saint of players, the Tony Robbins to loveless nerds. My rules are rock-solid like my abs, and my men's style empire spans the globe. Then she walks in. My high school nemesis. The one who inspired the most important rule of all--Love ruins a man. Just walk away. Were all my rules made to be broken or is she about to break me?

When our tyrannical CEO fires every wake-up-call service on the planet, what's a lowly admin to do? I secretly start making the calls myself. Luckily he doesn't seem to mind my get-your-ass-out-of-bed attitude. But now the calls are turning hot, like pay-by-the-minute hot, and he wants to take me out on a date. He's scouring Manhattan to find the sexy vixen who wakes him up every morning. No way can I let him know it's me!

Billionaire Brothers . . . The Complete Collection! THE BILLIONAIRE'S BACKUP WIFE Most eligible billionaire bachelor is looking for a wife . . . When my father locked down my trust fund until I found a wife, my brother thought it would be funny to add my profile to a new matchmaking app that caused me nothing but headaches and frustration. Romance gave me hives and I had every reason NOT to believe in love, but as a billionaire, and the city’s most eligible bachelor that every woman wanted, I’d now become the face of ForeverLuv. Yes, a frenzy ensued, and I had no time or patience for the insanity. Deleting my profile proved impossible, so I paid a visit to the woman who owned the business and demanded she remove me. I didn’t expect her to stand up to me and flat-out refuse . . . I was a man used to snapping his fingers and people jumping to obey, but this vixen didn’t budge—because I was the reason why her waning business was now thriving, and it wasn’t her fault that my idiot brother pulled the prank. So that’s when I struck a deal with the curvy, sexy matchmaker . . . find me a suitable, compatible wife in one week’s time so I could recover my trust fund, and I’d invest in her barely surviving software company. Fail to find me a bride to meet my standards, and she’d have to stand in as my back-up wife. I swore I’d never fall in love . . . but then again, I’d never met a woman like Felicity Wright. It only took me a string of disastrous dates to figure it out. THE BILLIONAIRE'S WEDDING HOOKUP It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a hot wedding hook-up. Having a one-night fling with your best friend’s sister is never a good idea, but I've lusted after Kat McCarthy for years. She's always been off-limits, but now that she’s newly divorced and looking to let loose, I’m her man. I’ve earned the nickname “Good Time Goodman” for a reason, after all. Even my father cutting off my trust fund to force me to settle down and get married hasn’t changed that carefree attitude. But somewhere along the way, Kat does . . .except after living with her ex’s lies and deceit, she’s insistent that she’s not looking for anything serious. When our steamy night together results in a plus one, everything changes, including my desire to put a ring on this woman’s finger and marry her. Until she discovers that in order to get access to my trust fund again, I needed a wife. Now, she thinks my feelings for her are all a ruse to get ahold of that money, but what she’s about to learn is that I’m willing to give up everything to make her mine. . . but will she trust me enough to believe the truth?