A hot shot billionaire playboy can be quite intimidating, especially for a plain Jane virgin like me. When the elevator doors open to my new boss glaring down at my disastrous coffee mishap on my first day at James Enterprises, the look of disgust on his handsomely chiseled face is menacing, knocking any hope for leaving him impressed right out the window. Or so I thought… Later that night when I’m coerced by my newfound office friend to have a few drinks at the local jazz club, I catch Anthony James’ attention from across the room and sparks fly. I try to resist the temptation—why ...

Fake dating and sleeping with the new boss isn’t part of my job description. But an unexpected perk since he’s also my best friend. I moved away from my hometown, found an amazing apartment, and landed my dream job. Little did I know that the new CEO is also my childhood best friend and secret crush. I hear the dread in his voice when he tells me he is being set up on yet another awful date. A ploy orchestrated by his mother who insists he should be married, like, now. As a favor, I went along with his secret plan to relieve him - at least, temporarily. Fake date… which leads to a ...

Not only is Ethan my professional enemy, he’s also my baby daddy. Chicago’s legal battlefield just got hotter. His billionaire arrogance is infuriating, but his dominance awakens a hunger deep within me. I just can’t figure him out. He’s like a puzzle I can’t solve. Now that we have been assigned the same divorce case, sparks fly hotter than the courtroom. I try to resist his charm, but I just can’t seem to get him out of my head. Just when I thought I had Ethan figured out, a careless night alone together leaves us with a shocking surprise that neither of us expected. He’s no...

I can’t believe I gave my v-card to a hot billionaire old enough to be my dad. I was only going out to celebrate my friend’s birthday. Next thing I know, I’m sweaty and tangled up in the sheets - happily giving my v-card to this gorgeous grump of a man. To make matters worse, I had to sneak past his adorable little girl on my walk of shame the morning after. But he never asked for my number, so I thought for sure I would never see him again. Until the nausea started. Now I have nine months to figure this out. That is until he showed up at my doorstep with an offer I couldn’t refuse.

In any other world, I’d be wildly attracted to him. His stacked muscles contoured his shirts, And his electric blue eyes were definitely swoon-worthy. But every time Charlie opened his mouth, I was reminded why I hated him. Cheeky Frat-Boy. Pompous A$$hole. Cocky Billionaire. He promised all he wanted was two hours of conversation. No touching whatsoever. So, I caved when a familiar look of desperation crossed his face. I had been the weird fat girl with braces at Peachland High School, Never even kissed a guy. Why was I so naïve to go along with this older playboy? Well, it was the ...