Blakely Stone

Wanting something you can't walk away from is bad for business. I close deals that other people can't. Show up. Charm the room. Walk out with the signature. Then I bought a stranger a drink at a bar in Manhattan. We exchanged first names and forgot the rest of the world existed.

My last name built an empire that controls half the Gulf. I built the part they don't put in the annual report. Enter Quinn Mercer. She's sharp, controlled, and completely off-limits. One look and I want her in my bed. One night and I can't get enough. What starts as heat turns into obsession fast.

The night my father dies, I don’t break. As the heir to a multibillion-dollar logistics empire, I take control. My father built Stone Intermodal from nothing. Now we control the Gulf. Everyone waits to see if I’ll falter with him gone. I don’t. Instead, I kidnap the daughter of the man responsible.

My family built a Gulf Coast empire. I ran as far as I could get from it. For six years, I chose danger over legacy. War over boardrooms. Anything that kept me moving. Now I’m back in New Orleans for my father’s memorial. I’m not staying. I never planned to. Until I see her.

An explosive one-night stand with years and miles dividing us. Only one thing keeps us connected…the son he knows nothing about. I rent an extravagant beach house on secluded Duck Island to regroup after my divorce.

One scorching summer seven years ago. One sizzling hot billionaire. I was graduating high school. He was a big-time oil exec. Thirteen years between us. We hid our love from the world, for fear of what people might say. On the edge of a scandal, it was never meant to be....

One night. No names. No numbers. Just the kind of reckless mistake that I swore would stay buried—until the agency places me as his half-brother's nanny. I never thought I'd see the man from that night again. Then I opened the door to my new job, and there he was—the ruthless billionaire who...

Six months. That's all I agreed to. A courthouse signature, a ring that doesn't mean a thing, and a contract fat enough to save my business. I told myself I could keep it simple. Keep him at arm's length. But nothing about Parker Matthews is simple. We met once before—one night I never...

Co-parenting with your ex is hard. Co-parenting with your ex in a small town who still looks like that in scrubs is cruel and unusual punishment. Woody Beamer and I haven’t been a “we” in seven years. Our son’s the only reason we still speak. And even that's through gritted teeth.