Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Five Years Earlier: Henry Dunne knows three things: that agreeing to host this raucous house party was a terrible idea, that he absolutely cannot show up to his nursing shift tomorrow with a hangover, and that the beautiful redhead in the corner will be sleeping in his bed tonight.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

My boss’s daughter is off limits. For now. Wanting her wasn’t in the cards. Tell that to the need pumping through my veins. When we’re thrown together at work, resisting temptation goes out the window. So does my shot at the job I’ve had my eye on for years. Her father chooses her to take the role instead of me. Talk about unqualified. She’s everything I want in bed and everything I don’t want at the office. And she gets to call all the shots. I’m honestly not sure how much I can put up with. Especially because I don’t have to. But she needs me. The coworker in me wants to ...

I should have known I’d run into him eventually. But at our friend’s wedding with nowhere to hide? Ugh. I wish he didn’t look so good in a suit. Or board shorts. And come on. Nobody looks good in board shorts. But he does. Double ugh. And triple trouble. We had our shot when we were young and in love, and what did he do? He chose my ex best friend instead. The kicker? She’s at the wedding too, and like always, she has ulterior motives. He’s also a single dad. Guess who his baby momma is? You got it. The ex best friend. After all that you’d think I’d know when to turn tail and ...

You can’t just use a girl and ghost her. But this guy did. My roommate has some hot jerk lead her on and break her heart, but what he doesn’t count on is me. I’m tired of seeing her hurt, so it’s my turn to play ball with his heart. This guy is going to fall in love with me and then poof—I’ll leave him dizzy in love and wondering how he’ll survive without me. The jerk needs a taste of his own medicine. The only problem? Holy hell is he fine. Like drool and stare fine. Of course he’s not just any regular dude. He’s gotta be rich, talented, and swoony. I’m in trouble. I ...

I usually follow the rules, but with this girl in the office, it’s too easy to slip. The first time I see her, all I notice is perfection. Curves poured into a silhouette that threatens to choke me. A smile that could melt my cold heart. I hire her on the spot. After that, I call the shots in the office—and the bedroom. And all this time? I thought we were on the same page. Turns out she had ulterior motives. My past has caught up to me in the worst way. You see, my girl has been keeping a very big secret from me. He has my eyes and my attitude, and I never knew he existed. Now that I ...

The ugly duckling from high school is all grown up, and she’s fiery hot now. She’s also the CEO of the company I’m trying to work for, and the only thing that stands between me and the next level of my career. Fortunately for me, most women fall at my feet. But this ice-hearted beauty from my past? She has me working my ass off to prove that I’m the right model for the GQ cover. You’ve got to be kidding me. This bone structure doesn’t get told no. Not in the boardroom and certainly not in the bedroom. She can play hard to get all she wants. She’s just delaying the inevitable. ...

What’s worse than planning your wedding? Glad you asked. Planning your parent’s wedding. Cue eye roll. The icing on the cake, no pun intended, is who I have to plan the wedding with. My soon-to-be stepmother’s daughter. Shoot me. She thinks I’m a piece of work? The girl needs to look in a mirror. Even if her reflection is spectacular. And sexy. And none of my business to admire. I couldn’t care less about seating charts, center pieces, or floral arrangements. I hate myself for knowing what half these things are. But this girl? She’s making the work tolerable. Okay. Fine. Maybe ...

They call me filthy rich. Both words are quite fitting. But my life is planned out for me. Get married to an heiress, have some kids who will barely know me, and come home to a wife who’s tolerable at best and loves only my bank account. It’s the way of our world, but fate decided to give me an out. My lovely bride-to-be never showed up at the altar. My attention moved quickly from heartache to aggravation when my little sister showed up. With a beautiful friend of hers in need. Of funding. Always money. This girl is wild and free. Beautiful and a mystery to me. She would never be ...

His mother hates me with a passion. No peasant for her perfect son. She made sure to boot me out of his life when we were in high school and falling quickly in love. So I did what any respectable girl would do—I broke his heart and let him leave. Now the handsome billionaire is all grown up and back in our hometown where I never left. Seems the military did some good with him. He’s a hotshot pilot with a playboy attitude to boot. Being the heir to the most revered aviation company in the world doesn’t hurt either. However, he’s very different when it comes to me. That same flame ...

The first time I saw her, I had to have her. So I did. Four years later, I don’t expect to see her again, let alone hire her to be my fake date. But here we are. She’s just as fiery and sexy as I remember. She hates my guts and I love making her see red. It’s too easy to push her buttons. What started as a ruse to get my family off my back is now something real. She’s my fake girlfriend. So why do I feel protective of her? She’s mine on our contract paperwork. I need to make her mine in her soul, too. But if I don’t change my bad boy ways? I’ll lose her forever. Every good ...

Romance is a waste of time and energy. I’m not going deep with anyone. Let’s keep things on the shallow end of the pool. Where it’s easy to get out when I’m ready. Besides, my focus is on bigger things. Things that actually matter. Like changing the world. Until I need a sexy fake date to round out my image. Ridiculous as it is, it’s my only option. Something about me being aloof and arrogant. What? Me? No… But my date is more than a role to fill. She’s everything I’ve avoided in life so I don’t settle down. And she’s trouble. She’s keeping a secret from me that could ...