Fire at Will

William Warrick is pure evil, and also my husband. Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn't contractually binding. Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory. Let's just say, Liam's secret stuffed animal collection can attest to his obsession with cute things; according to him, I'm the cutest thing he's ever seen; and, now that the napkin terms are met, I'm his. All. His. For atleast one year. Unwillfully Wed to My Valentine is a closed-door romantic comedy with plenty of swoon and sizzle, but none of the spice. Welcome to the first novel in the EverStorm universe, featuring marriage pacts, he falls first, and forced proximity.

My brother's best friend is in love with me. Or so he says. Fortunately, even with only 15% of workable eyesight, I can see right through his irritating charms. He may have fooled our coworkers, family, and friends with his nonsense, but he can't fool me. Unfortunately, when our CEO condones the organization of a thirty-day mandatory Valentine event, I'm stuck with William Ivan Delimar Hart-a man who bedazzles walkie-talkies and calls our boss "twinsie." Somehow, this is the man who's going to help me keep my job. As much as I don't like it, the math is simple: either I rely on Will, or I face professional death. Let Operation Countdown to Valentine's Day begin. Unwillfully Tied to My Valentine is a closed-door romantic comedy with plenty of swoon and sizzle, but none of the spice. Welcome to the second novel in the EverStorm universe, featuring disability representation, office romance, and forced proximity.

He's the best mail lead around, and I'm just his childhood friend turned roommate... I've spent my life battling to manage my parents' impossible expectations and trying to catch the eye of Brian Single, a man whose head only turns for mail. Bemoaning my humanity shouldn't really be at the top of my priorities after I've just moved out of my parents' house and in with the mailman himself, but-haha-it is. When Brian launches a Christmas in July event where we both now work together, I'm thrilled to finally be a part of the morale-boosting fun. What I don't expect is for the entire thing to be an excuse to get closer to me. With love letters, mistletoe, and mischief abounding, it's really starting to look a lot like Christmas. Love Letters to Christmas is a closed-door romantic comedy with plenty of swoon and sizzle, but none of the spice. Welcome to another novel in the growing EverStorm universe, featuring workplace romance, childhood friends to roommates, and sunshine/sunshine leads.