When I'm late for a job interview and get stuck on an elevator with an annoyingly sexy, ancient-Rome-obsessed grump, the last thing I expect is for him to be the billionaire owner of the building. I also don't expect to almost kill him...accidentally, of course.

Dear diary, I’m having the absolute worst week. I’m having the absolute worst week. I was fired from my job at the coffee shop because of some ridiculously grumpy hot Wall Street-looking banker and a bad cup of coffee I made. But the story gets worse because the guy that got me fired is now my new boss. I, Harriet Campbell, am now a housekeeper for a billionaire. And get this, this morning, he walked into my bedroom at 5:00 a.m. demanding his breakfast, and I may have told him to make it himself, which led to him pulling the sheets off the bed and revealing that I slept in the nude....

What's the actual last thing you'd ever want your executive assistant to see you doing the morning after you had hot, drunk, angry sex with her in a terrible hotel room? Dancing around your terrible hotel room to "Come and Get Your Love" like Star-Lord in Guardians of the Galaxy - naked? Yeah. Me too. And yet, here we are.

I'm out of my depth participating in a blind-date photo shoot. Not only am I meant to act like I'm open for dating, but I'm meant to be sexy and get up close and personal with a complete stranger.

I have a confession. I hate bachelorette parties. A night of awkward dancing, penis-shaped straws and being told “you're next, Kaitlyn!” Even worse: It's hosted at a super swanky Miami club where I stick out like a sore thumb. Couldn’t get any worse, right?

He is absolutely, completely, and undoubtedly the one man I shouldn't fantasize about. Other than being my boss, he's too rigid, a workaholic with a checkered past when it comes to women. Knowing all that, I shouldn't think about how his hands would feel on my body, or how his voice would sound when he whispered my name in the dark. But I can resist him. Mainly because he can't stand me, and he's the kind of boss who makes me think about murder on a daily basis. That's until he shows me his softer side and ignoring my need for him becomes impossible.

The last time I saw my new colleague, she was on top of me. Literally. She’s my best friend’s sister. It might have been a hot onetime fling at his wedding. Maybe....

At 35, Marcus Carelli has it all: wealth, power, and the kind of looks that leave women breathless. A self-made billionaire, he heads one of the largest hedge funds on Wall Street and can take down major corporations with a single word. The only thing he’s missing? A wife who’d be as big of an achievement as the billions in his bank account.

I’m not an easy guy to get along with. Or so I’ve been told. Thanks to my success, I need a new secretary. Or rather, I’m being forced to take on a new admin, and the conditions are clear - I’m not allowed to fire her for a year. So, I hire a single mom with a pretty smile. Everyone likes her. And then...she leaves. Quits without warning. Seems she has a secret. One an orphan like me can’t swallow without choking. My baby. Every good girl deserves a bad boy.

Aiden Stone is a six-foot-two former Marine with a permanent scowl, dark hair, and dreamy blue eyes. He’s the oldest of the Stone brothers, and his “by the book” family has battled mine for control of our small town for generations. The last thing I should do is sleep with him. Or nearly run him down with my truck. Especially since he's sort-of my new boss.

Stephen Hastings is a control freak. All I saw were his clear blue eyes, tight butt, and ripped torso. I gladly handed him my V-card that night, 10 years ago. I was so stupid. I swore I'd never be that stupid again...Emmy Barton works for a dry cleaner? She says she hates me, but when we fight, it's all heat and lust. I won't leave her this way. She will let me help her and her son. She will stay...It's a thin line between love and hate, and this line is on fire.

Three days ago, I didn’t even know Simon Cambridge existed. If it wasn’t for one drunken night out with my friends, I would never have met Mr. Cocky Pants. I certainly never would have entered into a bet with him if I’d known then what I know now. And if I hadn’t lost the bet I wouldn’t have to work for him for the next month. Today is only day one and he’s already driving me crazy.

When romance novelist Kate Smith suddenly gets writer's block as she's beginning the final installment of her international best-selling erotic Bed 'n Breakfast series, she'll do pretty much anything to get her groove back. Like sneak into a Tire Depot waiting room because her words flow there just like complimentary coffee - smooth, sweet, and scorchingly hot. She manages to fly under the radar until the rugged and charming mechanic, Miles Hudson, notices the quirky redhead slinking in and out of the employees-only entrance. But she's way too intriguing to blow the whistle on.

This bundle includes three books in the Slayers Hockey series. In the first book of the series, Dirty Secret, an NHL player has to keep his head down to avoid being benched for the season. But when he discovers he’s fallen for the captain's little sister, trouble gets hard to avoid. In the second book, Dirty Hookup, a rough-around-the-edges hockey player finds himself falling for a feisty redhead. Can he convince her that he's boyfriend material before it's too late? In the third book, Dirty Rebound, Cammy Wesley’s hockey-player best friend becomes her fake boyfriend.  

Single and jobless again, I return to Boston, needing old friends to comfort me from bad decisions, like dating my boss, moving in with him, and being dumped, fired, and homeless all in one night. Note to self, never ask a man “Where is this going?” when you have no place to go! So when my bestie tells me an old friend from high school happens to be looking for a roommate, I jump at the chance. What she didn’t tell me was that this "old friend" was Carson Hill, Mass High School’s center hockey player and the guy who didn’t know I existed while I knew every detail about him.