The first time I met Ronan Kennedy face-to-face, it was while he was screaming down a fresh-faced analyst for being less than perfect at his job. And what’s worse, he then tried to fire me for being in the way when said analyst turned away and fled-smashing my lucky cactus and ruining my knitting in the process, mind you.
Needless to say, I wasn’t impressed. But I also wasn’t ready for the unemployment queue. So, digging deep, I made sure Ronan had zero excuse to let me go, working myself to the bone-while squeezing in a little time for knitting every day-to make sure his previously chaotic team was now running like clockwork. I deserve a raise, but the annoyingly gorgeous boss-from-hell barely even uttered a thanks. Jerk.
That is, until I’m almost poached from his team and he’s forced to face the hard truth-treat me as an equal or lose me forever.
To his credit, that’s exactly what happens. And that’s when things get really interesting . . .
Contains mature themes.

There’s a certain percentage of women who’ve never experienced the big O. I happen to be one of them. When I confide that in my two best friends, they decide I can’t go a moment longer without experiencing it. Next thing I know, they’ve signed me up for a dating app that’s sure to get me all my jollies and then some.
I’m not so sure.
With a bar to run, a venture-capitalist partner telling me how to run it, and a past that makes my present difficult day to day, adding any kind of relationship-temporary or not-to that is a complication I just don’t need.
Or do I?
When I finally cave and agree to meet someone, fate must think I’m a joke, because it’s my business partner, Drew Miller, who walks in the door. I want to leave immediately, but when he convinces me to stay and talk it out, he makes me an offer I might actually take-he’ll help me search for my missing O if I stop fighting him on the direction he wants to take the bar expansion. If he can’t do it, I get control of my business back.
It’s an offer too good to refuse . . .
Contains mature themes.

The first time I spoke to Peter Greer, it was at my best friend’s engagement party. He was introduced to me as her brother then, but I knew of him even before that.
For the many years I’d worked in the admin department at Pierce Goodman, Peter Greer was one of the untouchables. A person so high up the chain of command that a lowly admin assistant like me had no reason to speak to him directly.
Of course, that changed when I became friends with his sister. We were acquainted. You know the drill-a polite conversation here and there at a gathering, maybe an acknowledgment if we run into each other at work. But beyond that, I expected nothing.
That was, until the next time I met Peter Greer. Blindfolded. Oh, and minus both our clothes . . .
Complicated? You have no idea.
Complicated is just the beginning of this story . . .
Contains mature themes.

This grumpy boss will make her pay . . . In the sweetest way.
I was trying to be a good friend. My bestie was dumped unceremoniously, and when I spotted his car, I felt the need to write him a quick note on the hood. You know, just a word or two about what I thought of his actions. No big deal.
Only, it wasn’t her ex’s car. And it was a big deal. A really big deal.
Because the car I’d inadvertently vandalized was none other than Tanner Wright’s.
Tanner Wright, the media mogul. Tanner Wright, the internet voted “hottest man on earth.” Tanner Wright, the biggest talk radio host the country has ever known. Tanner Wright . . . my new boss.
I think I might be in trouble.
Contains mature themes.

Staying in is my favorite thing to do.
So, if you relate, you’ll understand my reticence about leaving the quiet comfort of my home for a night out at a noisy drag club.
But it’s for a good cause. My big brother is in town, and this is a chance to get to know his new girlfriend. I can’t really say no without looking snotty like the rest of the Wright family comes across. My aim in life is to be everything my father is not.
Lucky for me, there’s another reason to attend tonight too. A tall, dark, and handsome piece of man candy going by the name of Banks Johnson. We met briefly this afternoon and let me tell you, the air sizzled. I’m likely to get burned if I get too close.
But while I swore off men when my last relationship went south, when I find myself in the wrong place and it’s just Banks and me who’ll know, I decide it’s the right time to throw caution to the wind.
One night can’t hurt, right? Unless I somehow lose my heart . . .
Contains mature themes.

I’m not the guy who gets the girl. Never have been. Never will be. So when I’m one part of a bridal party filled with a bunch of guys who look like they belong on the cover of Men’s Health-not to mention the groom is the current “sexiest man alive”-I feel like the before shot. I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb. I feel like the husky sidekick.
And I also can’t breathe from sucking my stomach in so hard.
But when the tiny red-headed maid of honor blushes every time we make eye contact, I have to wonder-after making sure she’s not looking at the guy behind me-does the big guy, the funny friend, the guy with a great personality actually have a chance?
Do I even have the courage to take that chance?
When our hotel room keys get swapped and she lets herself into my room, fate might just make that decision for me.
Maybe I’m not the sidekick in this story after all. Maybe I’m the Hero . . .
Contains mature themes.