She was never supposed to be his story.

Paige
I have one goal: ace my college communications assignment by interviewing my father’s best friend about his years in the Marines.
Ryder Levine is disciplined, honorable, and twice my age—the last man I should ever be distracted by.
But one unexpected, embarrassing moment changes everything.
As my carefully planned future begins to unravel, Ryder is the one person who catches me before I fall.
But the feelings I never expected could cost me everything.

Ryder
I have faced combat, loss, and the kind of battles that leave permanent scars.
As a former Marine, I’ve built my life on discipline and self-control.
But nothing prepares me for the moment I come face-to-face with Paige—the daughter of my best friend.
She’s breathtakingly beautiful, and far too young for me.
One look is all it takes to shatter every boundary I’ve spent years living by.
Every time I try to look away, Paige is the only woman I can think about.
Protecting her is easy. Keeping my hands—and my heart—off her is another story entirely.

The Runaway Hearts Series proves that sometimes the best love stories begin with the worst decisions. If you want a dad’s best friend romance with a runaway bride and a ex-military groom, then you’ll love Paige and Ryder’s story!

Emil Van der Berg didn’t sign up to fall in love.

He signed up to raise two kids alone, run his father’s empire, and trust no one—a lesson his marriage taught him the hard way. He’s fired thirty-two nannies. He hasn’t touched a woman in three years. He’s fine.

Then a stranger in a silver gown crashes the Summer Ball on his arm, trades barbs with the richest woman on the continent, eats the untouched food like it’s a dare…and Emil does something he never does. He loses control.

She vanishes without a name. He tells himself it was one night.

Then he walks into his own kitchen and finds her baking cookies with his daughter.

Dani is everything the penthouse isn’t: warm, stubborn, completely unimpressed by his money. His kids claim her by lunchtime. His housekeeper adores her. His mother—his mother— approves. She’s also hiding something, and Emil can smell a secret across a boardroom.

He should fire her.

Instead he buys her shoes. Bends his own iron rules, one by one. Stands in the park watching her disappear under a pile of laughing children and realizes the fortress he built around his family has one fatal flaw.

He let the nanny move in.

A standalone he falls first, billionaire single dad romance. Tropes: grumpy widower, forbidden boss, live-in nanny, forced proximity, kids pick her first. Guaranteed HEA.

I knew exactly what I was signing up for.
A “full-service” executive assistant position.
I just wasn’t prepared for him.

Oliver Heath is ruthless, controlled, and completely untouchable—
a billionaire lawyer with more walls than a maximum-security prison.

I said yes to the job.
Because my son is sick.
And I need an enormous sum of money ASAP.

The deal is simple:
I do as he says. No questions asked.

This is all supposed to be temporary.
Just until I can pay for my son’s surgery.

But Oliver isn’t what I expected.
He doesn’t take from me like other men have.
He watches. He waits. He makes me want to give in.

And the more I do…
The harder it is to remember this is just a job.
Somehow, he makes me want to give up every ounce of control.

He can never know the truth—
about my son…
about my past…
about the man who would rather destroy me than let me go.

Because the second he finds out those things?
He’ll walk away.
And my heart will never be the same.

Liam McLaren: London’s most ruthless financial hotshot and the big boss at Ashbury Thornton Equity Group. Just whisper his name and even the city’s toughest traders break out in a cold sweat.

And lucky me, Gemma Jones, as the head of HR at his company, I’ve got a front-row seat to the McLaren Show. Brooding intensity, perfectionist demands, and a glare that could stop your heart mid-beat. Every. Damn. Day.

I’ve spent years perfecting my professional mask. It’s the only way to survive in this cutthroat corporate shark tank. Never let them see you sweat. Or cry. Or show any human emotion, really.

But now, I’ve gone and committed the ultimate HR no-no: I’ve accidentally shared my diary with him. Yes, him. And when I say shared, I mean all of it. Every scathing thought about him and the company. Including some, ahem, personal musings that were never meant for public consumption. And certainly not for Liam’s piercing dark eyes.

And the look on his face?

Oh, I’ve seen Liam angry—I’ve watched him verbally eviscerate boardrooms and turn grown men into blubbering wrecks.
But this? This is pure, unfiltered fury that would make the devil himself cower.
God help me.

Love to Loathe Him is a standalone office romance featuring a grumpy, arrogant billionaire boss, enemies to lovers, forbidden boss/employee tension, grumpy x sunshine, hate to love, and slow burn chemistry.

I’m the only bridesmaid without a date.
So I hook up with a hot older stranger I should never EVER see again.

I’m at my best friend’s wedding, feeling like a wallflower… and having one too many pink martinis.

Then I start arguing with an infuriatingly sexy silver fox who follows me into the secluded garden.
Shameless. Persuasive. And devastatingly talented with that sinful mouth.

I hope never to see him again.

He makes millions from failed marriages.
And I provide free couples counseling.

Then he tracks me down with a shocking offer I can’t refuse.

He’ll save my nonprofit… if I’ll fake being his girlfriend for four more weddings.

Just one rule.
Absolutely no falling for each other.

As if that could ever happen.

Until he’s kissing me like it’s forever.
We’re forced to share a bed like it’s our own honeymoon.
And somewhere between the champagne toasts and the slow dances… we’ve got everyone fooled we’re in love.

It was supposed to be pretend. We were supposed to walk away.

But the way Reid is looking at me… makes me wonder if he’s finally starting to believe in “I do.”

This is a full-length standalone, age gap, fake dating romance with delicious forbidden spice. HEA guaranteed!

I finally told my mafia husband I was pregnant.
He told me he loved me.
Two weeks later, another woman appeared at my door with a little boy holding her hand.
And my husband had known about them for weeks.

For weeks, Cillian Brennan looked me in the eye and lied.

While I dreamed about our future.
While I carried his baby.
While I fell hopelessly in love with the man I was forced to marry.

Now another woman is claiming my husband.
A little boy is calling him father.
And my marriage is hanging by a thread.

But in the world of the mafia, secrets are weapons.

And when I uncover the truth behind the woman from Cillian’s past, I realize someone isn’t trying to steal my husband.

They’re trying to destroy us both.

Ruthless Claim is a dark mafia romance featuring forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers, secret pregnancy, possessive hero, betrayal, obsession, family drama, and a dangerous conspiracy designed to tear two powerful families apart.
Standalone. HEA

The scale never lies… but husbands do.

CALISTA
My husband always said I was too curvy for his liking.
But long hours running your own business and raising two kids will do that to you.
So when our ten-year anniversary is coming up,
I decide to get in the best shape of my life.
That means tracking everything like a hawk:
My calories, my water, my weight.

So imagine my face when I’m out of town at a work conference, and I get a strange notification from my smart scale at 1 A.M:
“Congrats on your goal weight—You lost 40 lbs!”

I begin to wonder who my husband had in our bedroom.

So I start digging.
What I find is so much worse than just cheating.
My husband is trying to steal my business, our house, AND custody of MY kids!

That’s it. Plan decided.
I’m going to gather the receipts and ruin Todd’s life.
And then I’m swearing off men forever.

RONAN
Men like Todd Bradshaw disgust me.
Lying, scheming, backstabbing cowards.
He’s hired my law firm to take everything from his unsuspecting wife.
Right down to her KIDS.

But before I can tear him to pieces,
She storms in and does it for me.

Just like that, I’m mesmerized.
Todd called her “too curvy,” but he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Every inch of Calista Bradshaw is exactly to my liking.

She’s smart. Ferocious. Fights for what’s hers.
Unfortunately, she says she’s done with men for good.
But I know better.

She just hasn’t met me.