I wish it were that easy. My father once told me to find my night, but I’ve given up. All that’s left is a tattooed reminder and the distraction that smells of jasmine whirling around my kitchen. ~Nick
He’s quiet, serious and so hot. I want to shake his world, and his bed, like a snow globe. But he’s my boss, and so far out of my league that we’re not even playing the same sport. ~Bree
Far from star-crossed, Nick and Bree are thrown together when fate, a guy named Frank, recommends Bree for the job as Nick’s personal chef. Cue the insanity with kittens, a crumbling mansion, and the cream puff fiasco, on a sweetly hilarious romp with delicious bits of heat. Spoiler alert: you may need to toss this book in the freezer periodically.
A real job with the family business or goodbye trust fund…my parents have lost their minds. The icing on this craptastic cake is setting up headquarters in some backwater southern town, complete with a partner…a growly, handsome, confusing, deliciously enticing partner. –Veronica
Her parents aren’t paying me enough. I’ve got a farm to run and a kid to raise, I thought they’d send someone that actually understood farming when they contracted me. Instead I get a city girl…a spoiled, smart, sassy, gorgeously tempting city girl. -Shane
Things are heating up in the country…