I’d rather work for Satan on designing hell than work for billionaire property tycoon Jack Knight. The arrogant playboy treats London like it’s his Monopoly board.
I wake up in the hospital with no memory of the past year. The last thing I remember? JP Wolfe, my brooding billionaire boss, threatening to fire me in front of the entire tech team.
Never borrow pants from your brother. Especially if he’s a size smaller than you are, because all that pressure in the junk will short-circuit your bra…
Grant Wood. Even his name is sharp and unforgiving. I’ve disliked him since the first time we met, all those years ago. He took one look at me and dismissed me as vapid and ignorant. The spoiled youn…
House-sitting a mansion for the summer sounds easy, right? Until my rich, single dad neighbor catches me in a compromising position. I’d just taken off my bikini top. He’s billionaire Ethan Carter, a…
