Kingcaid Billionaires

Girl meets a handsome stranger, gets swept off her feet, and has the best night of her life. Sounds like a dream, right? If only... When I wake up the next morning in a stunning penthouse overlooking the Seattle waterfront to a note saying, "have a safe flight back to Chicago," his message is loud and clear: One and done. Famous last words. Guess who's waiting to greet me on the first day at my new job? It turns out the mega-rich Asher Kingcaid is far from one and done. But surrendering to his charms is a bad idea. When you've been burned once, it makes sense to stay away from the fire. Except Asher is determined to drag me into the flames.

The bride is stunning. The groom is delightful. Shame the best man is a class-A jerk. When my BFF asks me to be her maid of honor, I'm, well, honored. Until she introduces me to the best man and I realize we've already met, just this morning when…wait for it…I accidentally spilled a cup of OJ all over his pristine designer suit. Not my finest hour, but he didn't have to be a dick about it, either. And now-God help me-I'm forced to spend five days on a paradise island with a guy who's the complete opposite of me. He's bossy, a clean freak, and hates tardiness. I'm sassy, messy, and will turn up late to my own funeral. But if I dig real deep, there are some similarities. I loathe him, and he despises me. He loves to win. I hate to lose. He's a playboy…and I'm a playgirl. Which is why it shouldn't surprise me that we're dynamite between the sheets. Not that it matters. Life is too short to commit to one guy-especially when that guy is Mr. Billionaire Penn Kingcaid.

Will my broody, tormented billionaire boss wreck me-or save me? Six months ago, I escaped from a monster in the dead of night, our five-year-old daughter asleep in my arms. Desperate and rapidly running out of cash, my luck finally turns when I land a bartending job at a swanky Los Angeles nightclub. The owner is difficult, moody, and relentless in his crusade for perfection. But it's not hard work that scares me. It's the burgeoning swell of desire that consumes me every time our eyes meet across the crowded dance floor. But if I'm damaged, he's wrecked. The truth is, we can't run from our pasts. The demons shadowing our steps always catch us in the end. When mine comes knocking, and the truth spills out, will he come to my rescue? Or is he so broken by his own experiences that I'll have to face my nemesis alone?