For Hire (Johnson)

I thought I was interviewing to be an escort ... The position I accidentally ended up getting might be even more dangerous. Me, Chelsea Bridges, working for a private military contractor. Crazy, right? Although I figure Navy SEALs and spies have to be preferable to the lowlifes I encountered at my former job at the "gentlemen's" club. If I had any doubts about my new employment, Mr. MI6 in the GQ suit with the British accent to swoon over was enough to sway my decision. Now my only concern is when I'll see him again, because one night with hot spy Tristan Fairchild was definitely not enough.

It was more than a one-night stand. Chelsea was there when I needed her. Now she's the one who needs help and I'm just the man for the job. MI6 and their orders be damned. She's worth going rogue for. Spy for Hire is novel-length with an HEA and NO cliffhanger.

Jamey I survived bouts with amateurs and pro fighters both in and out of the ring. I survived the sharks, the divas and the paparazzi in Hollywood. I survived the foster care system growing up in Chino. But there's a good chance I won't survive this month. What was I thinking signing a contract to play the lead in a western? A western! With horses! My sexy AF instructor could make the required riding lessons enjoyable, if she didn't hate me on sight. As it stands, the damn woman might actually be trying to kill me ... and yet here I am, back for another lesson. Maisie Men are trouble. Good looking bad boys are extra trouble. That goes for my ex, and definitely for my new student, self-centered movie star Jamey Garret. The man's messing with my head-I mean my herd. If I weren't a single mom with dreams of something better, Mr. Heartthrob would be out of here. But for the amount he's paying me to teach him to look as good on horseback as he does everywhere else, I can keep it professional for a month. The disruption he brings to my life is only temporary. I know as fast as he appeared, he will move on to the next woman in a long line, and good riddance. At least my head knows that. It's the rest of my body I'm having trouble convincing.