Love sucks. Every time Beatrice Hammersmith falls for a guy, he breaks her heart and steals her appliances. It’s no fun sleeping alone and waking up without a coffeemaker. Fed up, Beatrice hatches a plan with two other women to find true love and marry billionaires. First on their agenda is to capture the heart of hottie billionaire Cole Stevens. Cole is handsome, brilliant, and he owns his own appliances. Operation Billionaire sends the three new friends (and one of their mothers and a passel of children) to Cole’s ranch to make him fall in love with Beatrice.

The Five Wishes Series is five hot and hilarious novellas about wishes that go terribly wrong…fortunately. Each novella is roughly 100 pages with NO cliffhanger. Five Wishes...A happy ending is just a coin toss away.

Journalist Millie Mossberg has four positive pregnancy tests in her purse. Four. The problem is that Cade Reed, her aggravating - and crazy hot - colleague is the father-to-be of this secret baby. She’s got to tell him about the bun in her oven, but she’s still wishing that the pregnancy tests were duds. While they cover a story about a deposed dictator, they’re trapped in a runaway hot air balloon. Will they plummet to their death? Will these friends turned lovers admit their love for each other? And most importantly, will they figure out how to have sex in a balloon basket?

An overworked single mom from New York City. A billionaire surfer from Florida. Can the turn of the tide bring these two together?

Lorelei Clay isn’t like other people. She isn’t even like other supernaturals. Her specialties are the nightmares of the living, communication with the dead, and cooking bacon until it’s golden brown and perfectly crispy—no magic required.

Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, a.k.a. Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex. Who also happens to be my blackmailer...gulp. Tall, dark, gazillionaire growly pants. The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls - don't ask! He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds. The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest. Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell! 

What’s worse than being left at the altar? Becoming a meme because one of your nearest and dearest took a video of you running—and falling—down the aisle and made it internet famous.

When I signed up for the nanny agency, I didn't expect a remote mansion on a windswept cliff. Or a brooding billionaire who resents his new role. His brother's death means he's now in charge of a moody seven-year-old girl. She's lashing out at the world, but I can handle her. I have to. I need the money to finish my college degree. As long as I can avoid the boss who alternately mocks me and coaxes me to reveal my darkest secrets.

Emmett Lasker is impossible to work for. He might be model handsome and stupidly wealthy, but he also has it out for me. He’s given me more last-minute and weekend requests than anyone else, ruining any plans I make. I should quit. And I will. Just as soon as I hit my two-year anniversary and earn out my signing bonus. But after a particularly awful day at work, a breakup (via text!), and my computer crashing, I’ve had enough! So at 11:59 Friday night, I barge into Emmett’s office to tell him what I really think of him. Only, that’s not what happens. AT ALL.

I’m thinking it’s finally got to be my turn. I've got no man and no money. Nothing but a personality and a smile. But maybe that's enough this time. The richest guy in New York is looking for a secretary, and lucky for me, he’s young and as hot as sin. Too bad he’s an alpha asshole rich boy who’s stuck on himself. Nothing I do is right. Throw in a crazy ex and a father that can’t stand anything that breathes in his personal space, and I. Am. Out. He can find someone else to take notes and get his coffee. I’m fine being broke and single. I’ve gotten good at it.