Two weeks on the road with my boss? Business as usual. Two weeks on the road with my newer, hotter boss that I had a one-night stand with four years ago? A disaster waiting to happen. It was a one-time thing with a man I knew from work. His name was Oliver Black. The rich and handsome manager of the Botsford Plaza Hotel in Las Vegas. Dark hair. Icy blue eyes. A cocky smirk with dimples deep enough to trip on. No one has to know, he said. And no one did know... except maybe the guests trying to sleep in the suite next door. I didn't know he'd eventually get promoted to my department. I ...

I knocked up my one-night stand. Well, it started as a one-night stand. Veronica left the next morning with a promise: she'd knock on my hotel room door the next time she passed through Las Vegas. Color me shocked when she actually followed through. The year after that, too. And the year after that. Is a once-a-year fling a thing? Because we perfected it. Until last night—when she showed up with a baby. Our baby. I didn’t even know Veronica’s last name, and now we have a daughter together. One look into those big brown eyes and I was done for. Forget casual. I want the whole damn ...

I went home with the hottest guy at my high school reunion... and his best friend. Oops. One moment, I’m at my high school reunion and the next, they took me back to their place and my plus-sized undies were on the floor. Max Monahan and Thad Hemsley. The dynamic duo of our high school, Belle Academy. They never looked twice at me back then but now? They want me. Both of them. But they’re best friends. I should do the right thing and choose one. I’ll choose Max. I’ve had a crush on him my entire life. But Thad… He makes me feel more alive than I ever have. No matter what I do, I ...

Now a USA Today Bestseller! TOP 10 AMAZON BESTSELLER! #1 in Romantic Comedy #1 in Billionaire Romance I’ve been a lot of things. A brother. An athlete. A s-x god. A fake boyfriend? That’s a new one. I’ve never seen her before in my life. There I was, minding my own business at the hotel bar, when she walked up and asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend. She’d introduce me to her overbearing parents. I’d fawn over her for a few minutes, plant a goodbye kiss on her cheek, and walk away with an extra twenty dollars in my pocket. Seemed simple enough. But she had no idea the random ...

5 Goals for a Perfect Freshman Year 1. Learn a new life skill. 2. Get a tattoo. 3. Pay off my car. 4. Enter the Art Fest. Win. 5. Fall in love with a stranger. Yes, I know #5 isn’t technically a goal, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Little did I know, I’d cross it off my vision board two weeks into my first semester at Chicago North University. He was the model in my art class. Full lips, piercing eyes, and a jawline carved from solid rock. Who wouldn’t fall head over heels the moment they laid eyes on his face? But strangers like that don’t fall for awkward art school ...