Showing results by publisher "Mozaika Publications" in Romantic Comedy

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.

Yes, I know it's not the 1800s. I'm just a bit obsessed with historical romance, that's all. And books in general, which is why I'm on my way to interview for my dream job at the library when Adrian Westfield's sheep-like hound knocks me over and into the mud. So I'm late, dirty, and completely flub my interview—only to get the offer of my life.

I achieve everything I set my mind to. Escape my childhood circumstances and come out on top? Check. Become one of the most powerful billionaires on Wall Street? Check. Meet the picture-perfect woman and make her my wife? Well, I might've hit a snag on that one. When an angry, curvy redhead crashes my blind date, I should just forget her and move on. After all, she's the opposite of what I'm looking for: quirky, awkward, and completely uncharmed by my riches.

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.

My new assignment at work: test out toys. Yup, that kind. But when the testing goes south, and I mean that literally, I’m forced to recruit the help of my new boss, the infamously reclusive and devastatingly sexy Vlad Chortsky, a.k.a. the Impaler. Testing toys with your scorching hot boss is still professional...right?

Hedge fund titan Marcus Carelli knows how to get what he wants, and he’s never wanted anything as much as he does Emma. The cat-loving redhead may have walked out of his life, but he's not about to let her go. Bookstore clerk Emma Walsh has had her heart broken by the ruthless billionaire once, and she's not about to forget it. Marcus can chase her down all he likes, but winning her back is another story.

My new assignment at work: Test out toys. Yup, that kind. Well, technically, it’s to test the app that controls the toys remotely. One problem? The showgirl who’s supposed to test the hardware (as in, the actual toys) joins a nunnery. Another problem? This project is important to my Russian boss, the broody, mouthwateringly sexy Vlad, a.k.a. the Impaler. There’s only one solution: Test both the software and the hardware myself...with his help.

My name is Blue - insert a mood-related joke here - and I’m a femme fatale in training. My goal is to join the CIA. Unfortunately, I have a tiny issue with birds, and the closest I’ve come to my dream is working for a government agency that’s disturbingly up-to-speed on everyone’s sexts, rants in private Facebook groups, and secret family chocolate-chip cookie recipes.

My name is Holly Hyman. I love order and prime numbers - and I’m in trouble. The company I work for is pivoting, and not in a way I like. Our new management? Alex Chortsky, a gorgeous, scruffy Russian devil. Our new direction? VR entertainment of the spicy kind. Maybe I wouldn’t mind it so much if my life’s work wasn’t meant for children. Or if I hadn’t accidentally hooked up with a VR version of my wickedly handsome boss. The only way to save my dream project is to make a Faustian bargain. For one night, I pretend to be Alex Chortsky’s girlfriend.

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

An opportunity to tell off the billionaire whose bank took my childhood home? Yes, please! The greedy, arrogant jerk thinks I’m here to interview for the job of his dog trainer (a.k.a. nanny), but he’s got a big storm coming.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Or does it? Okay, let me explain. I broke into my crush’s dressing room to sniff his tights (not in a pervy way, I swear!) and got busted while, um... you get the idea. He then kind of, sort of blackmailed me into agreeing to a fake green card marriage with him. But hey, I’m not complaining. Next thing I know, we’re on a flight to Vegas to make our friends and family think we had a crazy drunken night and, in the spur of the moment, tied the knot. Except… that’s exactly what happens.

Honey Hyman (do not call her "hon") is all leather, piercings, and tattoos. And yes, she may be just a tad deal-obsessed, but who isn't? It’s not like her using coupons is stealing from anyone...unless, of course, those coupons are the fakes she created to help her elderly neighbors afford groceries from the Munch & Crunch, the uber-expensive supermarket that's replaced their local grocery store.

A daredevil prince wants to pay me mega-bucks to train him to hold his breath underwater for 10 minutes? Sign me up. Except I’m a magician, not a stunt consultant. My record-beating dive without air was a trick. Of course, I can’t tell that to my client, the royally hot Anatolio Cezaroff, a.k.a. Tigger. Not if I want to be able to pay my rent. Also, I’m not exactly comfortable around germs. All germs, including those lurking on uber-attractive men. So falling for my gorgeous client is out of the question, and I fully intend to keep my distance.

My grandparents’ grumpy neighbor is as hot as the lethal Florida sun. And like the sun, he’s bad for me. My taste in men is the worst - just ask my ex and his restraining order. What am I doing in Florida with my grandparents, you wonder? Well, my best friend is an octopus, and he needs a bigger tank. So, I took a job at an aquarium in the Sunshine State. I didn’t expect that sexy, long-haired grump to make out with me during a late-night swim at the beach. And the last thing I expected was to run into him on my first day, at my new job, where he’s my boss.

So, my Chihuahua fell in love with a bear. Excuse me, a giant, bear-like dog. Now, the bear’s scorching hot owner is on my case, demanding an STD test...for my pet. Another problem with this doggy love affair? The bear’s mysterious owner may be the key to funding my new venture and taking my toys company to the next level. And by “toys", I mean the fun kind, the kind every woman (and man) needs. If only I could figure out what he’s hiding - or get my libido to behave. Because mixing business and pleasure is a bad idea, and Dragomir Lamian may not be who he seems. 

LillyEine Gelegenheit, den Milliardär zur Rede zu stellen, dessen Bank mir das Haus meiner Kindheit weggenommen hat? Ja, bitte! Der gierige, arrogante Mistkerl denkt, ich sei hier, um mich für den Job als Hundetrainerin (alias Hundesitterin) zu bewerben, aber da kann er sich warm anziehen. Was macht es schon, dass Bruce Roxford groß, muskulös und gutaussehend ist?

Honey Hyman (nennen Sie sie NICHT „hon“) steht auf Leder, Piercings und Tattoos. Und ja, sie ist vielleicht ein bisschen besessen von Schnäppchen, aber wer ist das nicht? Es ist ja nicht so, dass sie mit ihren Coupons irgendjemanden bestiehlt … es sei denn, es handelt sich um gefälschte Coupons, mit denen sie ihren älteren Nachbarn helfen will, sich Lebensmittel aus dem Munch & Crunch zu leisten, dem überteuerten Supermarkt, der ihren örtlichen Lebensmittelladen ersetzt hat.

Ich erreiche alles, was ich mir vornehme. Der Umgebung meiner Kindheit entfliehen und ganz an die Spitze kommen? Check. Einer der mächtigsten Milliardäre an der Wall Street werden? Check. Die perfekte Frau treffen und sie zu meiner Frau machen? Tja, da bin ich wohl auf ein Hindernis gestoßen. Als eine wütende, kurvige Rothaarige mein Blind Date ruiniert, sollte ich sie einfach vergessen und weitermachen. Schließlich ist sie das Gegenteil von dem, wonach ich suche: schrullig, unbeholfen und völlig unbeeindruckt von meinem Reichtum.

Es ist allgemein bekannt, dass ein alleinstehender Mann, der Gesichtsbehaarung hat, sich rasieren will. Und Aufräumen. Und ein falsches Date braucht. Mein Name ist Holly Hyman. Ich liebe Ordnung und Primzahlen – und ich stecke in Schwierigkeiten. Die Firma, für die ich arbeite, ist im Umbruch, und zwar auf eine Weise, die mir nicht gefällt. Unser neues Management? Alex Chortsky, ein gutaussehender, ungepflegter russischer Teufel. Unsere neue Ausrichtung? VR-Unterhaltung der prickelnden Art.