Dawson Houser makes sure everyone who comes into the office knows I'm "just his secretary." Heck, I've even said it to suppliers and CEOs when they smile knowingly at the two of us during business meetings. He scowls and grumps around the office afterward, as if the two of us dating is the most ridiculous thing on the planet. Dawson can handle them. I can handle them—and him too, once they leave. And he's no picnic, let me tell you.

My brother is an idiot - he’s getting married. And I’m in charge of getting things together since our folks are gone. Lucky me. The guy who thinks love is for the birds and worn-out '80s songs. I honestly don’t have time for this drama. I run a billion-dollar company, have women to entertain, and am working on my plans to rule the world. No, seriously.

I’m in need of a date. Granny wants to set me up with a peculiar character for her 77th celebration. My only escape? Find someone else—fast. The good news? I’ve got the perfect candidate: my hot new billionaire boss. The catch? He’s moody, bossy, and impatient. Never did I think he’d go along with my wacky scheme. Hi! I’m Zoe Jones, the self-proclaimed crazy cat lady.

You'll get the first FOUR full-length novels in Ivory Peaks Romance. This series is the perfect escape for anyone looking to feel loved, cherished, and like they belong.

After fleeing a shattered engagement, I wanted a fresh start in New York City, but instead all I got was a tiny apartment with a communal bathroom and a rat that steals my Oreos. Oh, and one hot night I won’t soon forget. What I didn't expect was the gorgeous man at the bar to want his two best friends to watch us together. How was I supposed to know they were about to be my new bosses?

My younger brother hates me…he’s getting married. And of course, my mother is going to have a field day with me still being a bachelor. But love is for the birds. I don’t have time for that madness. So, a fake date from an agency will work in a pinch. Hope this poor damsel in distress is up for having to meet my wretched family. Much to my surprise, she’s not at all what I thought she would be. Curvy, bold, hilarious—everything I want in my life. This isn’t good. Why in the world would a woman like her sell her time to a man like me? 

If the Upper East Side had an evil twin, it would be Tickled Pink, Wisconsin. This run-down, backwoods town isn’t worthy of the footprint of my Louboutins, never mind all of me. But when my grandmother has a near-death experience and realizes we Lightlys can’t buy our way into heaven, she relocates the family to Tickled Pink to work on improving our souls. And that’s how I trade my heiress existence for gigantic bugs, dishwater coffee, and a cranky single dad named Teague Miller.

When my husband ran off with our saloon’s hostess, I left Montana, joining my college-aged son in Oregon. Eugene’s a far cry from my little hometown, But I did my best to blend in with the locals, And tried heading out for a jog. I thought I saw a hippie gathering deep into the trail— Until they changed into a pack of wolves.

A woman in the business of love that’s never been in a real relationship. Check. That’s me. Nessa Night. Now I know what you’re thinking. That sounds like a stripper name. Hold up. Let me explain. It’s my radio talk-show name. My incognito way of helping the world love deeper and more often. Though my love life is like a 10-year-old fall leaf trapped between the pages of an old journal.

FBI Special Agent Emily Slate is no stranger to tragedy. After losing her husband three months ago, then botching the biggest case of her career, she’s barely escaped a full suspension. Determined to get her life back on track or die trying, she takes a seemingly impossible case in hopes she can turn her fortunes around.