Billionaire. CEO. Single dad. And for the next seven days, this arrogant hunk is going to be my boss.
Easy, right? All I have to do is be a good nanny to Leif Sorensen's adorable, hell-raising, ballet-loving daughter. Keep my head down, my hands to myself, and forget about this silly crush I've been nursing for the past six years.
So he's big, and blond, and he stars in all my not-so-innocent 'Hot Viking Ravages Innocent Maiden' fantasies? Who cares? Certainly not me. Nope.
My week-long contract is my ticket out of trouble, and I'm not going to mess it up. This payday is about to solve a lot of my problems. Then I'll move on.
Except . . . Leif has other ideas. Like, for example, when he tugs me into a spare room and demonstrates how similar his fantasies are to mine. It's purely intellectual, of course. We're just comparing notes.
But when my contract is over, I realize that I might have gotten myself into trouble instead of out of it. See, I've gone and fallen head over heels for my billionaire boss. And I do it before I realize what he's hiding from me . . . Oh-then I find out I'm pregnant.
Contains mature themes.
Billionaire. CEO. Single dad. And, apparently, my date to Manhattan's most exclusive ball.
I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend. The dress, the limousine, the red carpet . . . I thought they were meant for me. That was mistake number one.
Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes, and a body honed to masculine precision. Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting. And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I'm crashing? Don't mind if I do.
Listen, don't judge me. It's my birthday, remember? Nothing that happens tonight counts in real life. Ha. Right. That's mistake number two.
Because the next morning, I start my new job as the nanny for a high-profile client. And my new boss, the owner of this swanky Manhattan penthouse, and the father of these two adorable hellions? Yup. Mr. Hanky-Panky.
But the biggest mistake of all? Staying with him. Working for him. Letting my guard down, falling for him . . . And crashing. Splat. Oh-then I find out I'm pregnant.
Contains mature themes.
Jennifer Newbank knows success. She's a talented baker with a celebrated new book. She's forty-seven, self-assured, and finally hitting her stride. Opportunities abound, like the upcoming televised baking competition that could rocket her career into the stratosphere.
Jen is going to win, open her own bakery, and live happily ever after...all by herself.
All she needs to do is follow the plan, win the trophy, and ride off into the sunset.
Easy. As. Pie.
…Until Jen discovers that her partner in the competition is the one man who turns her inside out.
She hasn't seen Fallon in six months, but he shows up looking burly and brawny and good enough to eat.
The problem?
Fallon and Jen have history. Tangled history. Complicated history.
History that does not need to be aired on national television.
But when the cameras turn off for the night, all those tangles and complications seem like distant memories.
One little kiss couldn't hurt...could it?
Sizzling-hot and seriously funny. Who said your forties couldn't be both? Katrina Viceroy is a recently divorced mother of two, and the proud new owner of a flat tire… until leather-clad motorcycle hottie, Mac Blair, arrives to save the day. Mac is the exact opposite of Trina's ex-husband. He's got bad boy etched into every line of his muscular body, for one. Not to mention that gravelly, deep voice he uses to order her around. Things like, “Swing that pretty leg over my bike,” and, “Hold on tight,” and, “Here's my number; call me.” When he's got her frazzled and panting, Mac just...rides off. Honestly, the nerve! Apropos nothing, does anyone have a phone she can borrow? The old Trina would have ignored the phone number burning a hole in her pocket, but the new and improved (read: divorced) Trina? She's calling. Even if it ends up being a total disaster. Spoiler alert: it most certainly does
Holy heat! Dirty Little Midlife Mistake is packed full of the best kind of bad decisions.
Candice Viceroy-widow, mother, business owner-isn't supposed to kiss anyone. Especially not Hollywood heartthrob and hunky silver fox, Blake Harding. Not in front of half a dozen cameras and a whole movie set's worth of lights. And not when, for the first time in nearly a decade, she gets certain special tingles in a certain special place. So, Candice does what any normal, rational person would do: She runs away. Literally. One thing she doesn't expect? For Blake Harding-actor, Adonis, ladykiller-to lay chase. That's when Candice finds out she has a very, very big problem on her hand...because when Blake catches her, he isn't planning on letting her go.
Laugh-out-loud funny, with cover-to-cover banter and red-hot heat. Dirty Little Midlife Mess is not your typical fake relationship romance. It's better.
Simone owes handsome, broody Wesley Byron a favor, and he's calling it in. He needs a maid. Yes, like the type that cleans a house. Black and white uniform not included (she asked). Except on Simone's first day, she finds herself wrapped up in Wes's muscular arms as he introduces her to his family using the word "girlfriend" instead of "maid". Then he ducks his head and whispers two words against her ear: Play along. For a woman who dealt with a difficult man for eleven years (and divorced him), those words are like throwing a lit match into a box of fireworks. She'll play along. She might even have fun with it. And when the explosions start, everyone will enjoy the show...
Meet three princes unlike any you've met before... They're big, bad, and oh-so-good.Book 1: Bad Prince
What if Cinderella went to the ball...and got pregnant?
The invitation is meant for someone else.
The dress is borrowed.
The clock is ticking.
What Elle should do is sneak right back out of the Royal Ball and make her way home.
Unfortunately, what she does is sneak into the castle.
A chance encounter leads her right into the Crown Prince’s arms…
...and things heat up, fast.
But when the clock strikes midnight, Elle remembers her curfew—one that, if broken, will get her kicked off the rowing team for good. No team, no scholarship, no future.
So, she runs.
The problem?
Prince Charlie isn’t done with Elle.
Not for a minute.
Not even when he finds out she's carrying his heir.
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Included in this collection are the three Princes of Farcliff Kingdom:
- Book 1: Bad Prince
- Book 2: Heartless Prince
- Book 3: Cruel Prince
Royally Unexpected is an accidental pregnancy collection featuring three brooding, possessive princes and the women who make them melt. Grab a cold glass of water… these modern fairytale retellings are about to get hot!
Hilarious, hot, and seriously refreshing. Dirty Little Midlife Crisis is the book you didn't know you needed.
Forty-five, recently divorced, and a certified hot mess. The last thing Fiona needs to start her vacation is a flooded hotel room and a broken-down car... Alas, that's what she gets. She's ready to pack it all in and go home-wherever that is-when her knight in a wet T-shirt strides in to save the day. Jaw-dropping, panty-melting Grant Greene takes the "mess" out of "certified hot mess" when he walks up to Fiona and offers her a room to stay. No strings attached. Great, right? It would be, apart from the sparks that immediately start to fly. Sparks are bad. Sparks are dangerous. Sparks can cause a fire. And for a divorcee trying to start over, a fire is Really Bad News. But bad decisions can be fun...right? Just as long as you don't get burned...
The Prince is an animal, and everyone knows it.
All I need to do is stay out of his way.
Easy… Right?
Wrong.
So, so wrong.
When I take my father’s place at Westhill Castle, everyone warns me about Prince Gabriel.
They tell me to stay away.
The Prince is dangerous. Wild. Angry.
One thing they don’t warn me about?
Prince Gabriel is panty-dropping hot.
Knee-knocking gorgeous.
Arrogant. As. Hell.
So, I hike my panties way, way up.
But the Prince has other ideas, and who am I to resist royalty?
Especially when he shows me just how wild he really is.
I know it’s a terrible idea. I know I’m going to get hurt.
The only thing I don’t know is how he’ll react when I tell him I’m pregnant.
Cruel Prince is Book 3 of the Royally Unexpected series. Brooding, brutish Gabriel gets his story in this contemporary Beauty and the Beast retelling. This is a stand-alone romance with no cliffhanger and a HEA.
One date with the Prince.
A favor.
What could possibly go wrong?
A whole lot can go wrong, apparently.
For one, I'm not exactly in the royal family's good graces.
Thanks for dinner, guys. Nice to see you all after being banished from the Kingdom as a baby!
Prince Damon doesn't seem to mind the death glares coming from across the table.
The way he looks at me makes my thighs clench.
When his hand brushes mine, my whole body burns.
Why am I staring at his lips right now? Why is my body begging me to kiss him?
Anyway, yadda yadda yadda...aaand I'm pregnant.
I'm the wrong girl in the wrong kingdom with the wrong prince.
But a small voice in my head-or my heart-whispers that Prince Damon might feel the same way I do.
Maybe this could work.
Maybe we have a chance.
Maybe this baby will have a family, and we'll get our happily ever after.
Family feuds run deep, though, and Damon has demons of his own.
When I tell him about the baby, will he choose me-or turn his back on the both of us and leave me out in the cold?
I’m pregnant.
The problem?
The father is going to be king, and I’m not exactly meant to be a queen…
I’m only pretending to be someone else for one, measly little royal ball.
Just sneaking into the biggest event in the kingdom for a few hours.
How did my best friend talk me into this again?
I could probably get arrested for trespassing on royal property, but as long as I don’t get caught, I’ll be fine.
...Until the Crown Prince himself finds me wandering around the castle unsupervised.
He’s tall, broad, and he slays me with one look.
The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life.
The second his eyes meet mine, I know I’m in trouble.
Big, prince-shaped Trouble with a capital ‘T’.
But Trouble feels too good to resist.
Trouble makes my cheeks burn when it whispers dirty things in my ear.
Trouble makes me feel like a woman for the first time in a long, long time.
And what happens at the castle stays at the castle…right?
Wrong.
As it turns out, Trouble has consequences. Those consequences have ten little fingers and ten little toes, and a mother who is completely unprepared.
Lucky for me, Trouble comes knocking down my door, demanding to know why I lied about my name...
Bad Prince is a royal accidental pregnancy romance featuring a brooding, possessive hero and his feisty heroine. Grab a cold glass of water… this contemporary Cinderella retelling is about to get hot!
