Kensington Square book 2

To whom it may concern: I quit. Preston Michael Shaw. PMS, as I like to call him. I don't need his job. I don't need his fancy designer suits or his arrogance or his claims that I put a hex on him, because of course a strong, empowered woman needs to put a spell on a man. As if I want him. Pfft. He should be so lucky. I definitely don't need his irritating demands for caramel-coconut coffee or his fixation on being on time. Spoiler-I'm not, ever. I certainly don't appreciate how his touch singes my skin. Literally. I need to stop obsessing about him. It's just hormones. One roll in the silk sheets and I'll be over him. But we can't sleep together until my best friend-his real assistant-comes back from vacation. Damn his admirable morals and my flaming panties. And now I've been cursed, because I can't resist the hottest, most annoying man I've ever known... Author's note: His Temporary Assistant is a standalone office romantic comedy set in our small town Kensington Square, which is near Crescent Cove. It has a happily-ever-after ending and no cliffhanger.

"There's something sexy about a woman with a man's name..." Stevie Maddox was the last person I would have hired. Or kissed. Or slept with. Somehow, I managed to do all three despite her being all wrong for me. But she's funny. Sweet. Sexy as hell. And I can't stop thinking about her... I just have to convince her this is more than just an office romance. He was another rich pr*ck doctor, at least that's what I thought. Keeping Dr. Scott in his box would keep everybody safe. It would keep things uncomplicated. Simple. But nothing about the former football player was simple. He was a gentle giant, a dominating gentleman. He wasn't anything like I thought he would be. But we're all wrong for each other, no matter what Scott thinks. I just have to convince him of it too. Before one of us gets hurt.

From Sunday Times and #1 New York Times bestselling author of Things We Never Got Over Dominic: I got her fired. Okay, so I'd had a bad day, but there's nothing innocent about Ally Morales. Maybe her colourful, 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 her brown eyes and sharp tongue. She's working herself to death at half a dozen dead-end jobs for some secret reason. 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. Ally: Ha. Hold my beer, Grumpy Grump Face.

I’ve spent my whole life guarding the family’s biggest secrets. Too bad this one won’t leave my guest room. Let’s blame that inconvenient distraction for the questionable choices I make at my brother’s wedding. Thank God for Lily Archer, who saves my rep and melts my heart in one fell swoop. It’s damn humbling for a controlling jerk like me accustomed to being in charge of everything. But something about Lily has me unraveling like the cuffs on a cheap suit. She’s sexy and smart as hell, and makes no secret she wants me for a no-strings fling. What guy in his right mind would say no? I’m clearly not in my right mind because I suddenly can’t stop thinking about long-term with Lily. It’s not ideal, since the family’s worst skeleton is ready to tumble from the closet in a big, dusty heap. Who the hell is in charge around here? It’s me. And before this is over, I’ll have some explaining to do.

Have you ever made a decision you thought was for the best, then you realized you were wrong? Like maybe it was the worst choice you'd ever made, and now you had to clean it up?FeliciaYeah. That was what my life looked like less than a year after picking up and moving away from my hometown.I'd lied. To everyone I loved. My family. My best friends. My baby-daddy.Yep. I, Felicia Stone, had run from my hometown of Milestone with my tail between my legs and a bun in the oven without telling a soul I'd gotten myself knocked up during a one night stand. Now, I was back, trying to fix my mistakes.I thought coping with a secret pregnancy far from home was hard, but I quickly realized resisting Marshall Parker was much harder.MarshallWhen I found out what Felicia had been hiding from me, I panicked and said some things I regretted. But one look into my son's blue eyes, and I was in love.I made a lot of mistakes with her, but now that she was back in my life, I wanted to fix them all. She thought keeping our relationship strictly platonic and professional was the right choice, but I had other ideas. I wanted her. And I was pretty sure that despite her fears, she secretly wanted me, too. Our one night together had been incredible until I went and messed it all up, and I wanted a do-over.And I intended to get it. Snubbing My Billionaire Boss is book #5 in the Milestone Mischief Series. It is a sweet & steamy standalone with no cliffhanger.

"Will you do me the greatest honor of all time and be my bridegroom?” she asks, hope in her eyes...How did I get here? My assistant, bent on one knee, holding my hand, her expectant face waiting for an answer. Just . . . how? How did I go from being insulted by Charlee Cox to hiring her to be my assistant? How is it that she’s chaos in color - making me crazy and my life better at the same time? I never thought I would be staring down at her bright blue eyes begging me to go along with this ridiculous scheme I suggested. Yes, I suggested. Like the idiot I am, I thought hey, why not start an HR nightmare and have my assistant ask me to marry her? Confused? Don’t worry, so am I. But try to follow along, because this is how I became Boss Man Bridegroom. --