Manhattan Billionaires

I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend. The dress, the limousine, the red carpet...I thought they were meant for me. That was mistake number one. Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes, and a body honed to masculine precision. Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting. And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I'm crashing? Don't mind if I do.

Billionaire. CEO. Single dad. And for the next seven days, this arrogant hunk is going to be my boss. Easy, right? All I have to do is be a good nanny to Leif Sorensen's adorable, hell-raising, ballet-loving daughter. Keep my head down, my hands to myself, and forget about this silly crush I've been nursing. So he's big, and blond, and he stars in all my not-so-innocent "Hot Viking Ravages Innocent Maiden" fantasies? Who cares? Certainly not me. Nope. My week-long contract is my ticket out of trouble, and I'm not going to mess it up. Except . . . Leif has other ideas.

Being a dog walker isn't as glamorous as you might imagine. Unless, of course, you're walking a tech billionaire's German shepherd mix. And when your grumpy, gorgeous billionaire boss asks you to spend the evenings at his place to babysit his teenage niece, who are you to refuse? You think, what could possibly go wrong? I'll tell you what can go wrong: Your business implodes, your heart shatters, and you find out you're carrying his baby.

He’s her billionaire boss. The arrogant grump who shouldn’t even know she exists. And the man who just gave her an offer I can’t refuse. Nikki Jordan needed a job. Rome Blakely needed a date—someone polished, convincing, and willing to keep his overbearing family off his back at every stuffy event on his calendar. It's a business transaction. Clean, professional, temporary. Except nothing about Rome Blakely is clean or simple, and Nikki has never been great at keeping things professional. She's supposed to smile on his arm, sell the story, and collect her paycheck.

Walking into his office as his newest employee, fainting at his feet, and then having him discover you've been hiding his child for seven years is probably not recommended by relationship experts. Yet here we are. Seven years ago, I met Cole at my cousin's wedding. I was a freshly dumped, slightly buzzed bridesmaid seeking refuge in the hotel bar. He was brooding, mysterious, and saved me from a would-be thief who was clearly making poor life choices. (Kind of like me, as it turned out.)

Vaughn is the rugged, single dad CEO who’s ready to get down and dirty to get what he wants. And what he wants… is her. I used to live a life of leisure, with caviar, champagne, and a closet full of designer clothes. Now I’m working two minimum-wage jobs, wondering if I’ll make rent next month. And it’s my own fault. The last thing I need? Some self-important patron at the restaurant where I work to look me up and down with those ice-blue eyes, lift an arrogant eyebrow, and tell me to run along and fetch him his sandwich.

Callum Frost is a billionaire CEO with a Manhattan penthouse, a venture capital empire, and a staff turnover rate that should come with a warning label. He's demanding, exacting, and so controlled that even his hair looks like it's been given instructions. I walked into his office, fixed a travel crisis his entire team couldn't solve, and walked out. He's been chasing me ever since. Late-night texts. Doubled fees I set specifically to scare him off. His number blocked and his messages still somehow landing in my inbox.