I’ve spent my life putting others first. So when my father runs for New York City mayor—on a promise to take down the city’s most notorious crime family—I do what I always do: push my own dreams aside to help him win. Until I wind up at the wrong party. Trapped in a bedroom with Romolo Ferraro—the dangerous, merciless youngest son of the man my father has sworn to destroy. He terrifies me. He fascinates me. Six foot four and covered in tattoos, he’s everything I should avoid.

Hockey Rule #1: Keep your stick on the ice… and out of the coach’s daughter. On the ice, I’m a weapon. Hard muscle. Brutal checks. A temper that’s earned me too much time in the box. And I do it all for the coach who pulled me out of a dark life and put me in the game. But life hit back harder. Because the girl I want more than my next breath… is his daughter. Big heart. Dangerous curves. Too sweet for the things I want to do to her. She’s the team’s new PTA, here to keep us healthy for playoffs. And an injured hip lands me flat on her exam table, stripped bare and fighting ...

Mr. Tattooed, Dark, and Grumpy was supposed to be a one night stand. So how the hell did I end up becoming the nanny… Dressed to kill in all black, Dropping bills like he owns the place. I'm glad I didn't wear panties because they would be destroyed. A bit of fun was all I expected that night. End of story. Until I show up to the nanny interview, and it's him. We clash like oil and water during the day. And ruin the sheets at night. He's already got two sweet daughters of his own and would never settle down. So where does that leave me and MY baby bump… Buckle up for a ride with a foul-...

After the stunt my ex pulled, no one would blame me if I swore off men forever, especially one like Mr Jay Anderson, Hollywood’s sexiest heartthrob. Maybe undressing me with his striking blue eyes as I perform the safety demonstration on a flight to LA is normal behaviour for him. Maybe not. But I know one thing for sure, he should come with a warning label. Because once you meet a man like Jay Anderson, there is no going back.

Being a single dad while managing one of the biggest businesses in New Orleans keeps me very busy. I spend my free time with my daughter, Bella—reading to her, styling her hair, or choosing nail polishes appropriate for an eight-year-old. But I’m okay with that, because she is my whole world. After my divorce, I made myself a promise: I wouldn’t date until Bella was older. Then, all my good intentions go up in smoke when I hire our newest chef for the flagship restaurant in the French Quarter.