Man Cave

I just wanted an easy summer job… That didn't happen. Now, I'm in a living nightmare as I work alongside this monster of a man with mesmerizing emerald eyes that look at me inappropriately every time I see him. To add insult to injury, he has a tan I just want to lick, and a butt worth drooling over every time he purposefully walks by me. But, he's an asshat, and looks are everything. I mean, aren't. LOOKS. ARE. NOT. EVERYTHING. Why do I have to keep reminding myself of this? His job is to clean, cook, and tend to the house we work in. That's why I call him the manservant. Oh, and because it drives him nuts. That's what he gets for torturing me. *A divine comedy filled with humorous satire and sexy moments that lead to a love that lasts-a perfect beach read if you enjoy romance.*

I was trying to live every woman's dream, except my reality has been nothing but a nightmare job and a divorce at the age of thirty-two. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, my ex-husband, Rick, moved in next door with his life-size Barbie doll. So, that's been fun. Then, life pitched me a curve-ball in the form of a retired major-league baseball player, Logan Grier. With his panty-dropping smile, he's like an expertly photoshopped version of David Beckham, and he's single. Could life be perfect after all? Of course not. As always, there had to be a catch. Logan had a secret, and I couldn't help feeling like the truth was dangling right in front of my face. With Rick's daily agenda of torturing me, Logan has been an enticing distraction, despite the little fact that he's my temporary employee. Plus, I didn't exactly care that his flirty behavior may have been a plan to get in good with the boss. In any case, I was willing to toss a few balls with him, seeing as my playing field hadn't had any action in over a year. That's when it happened…my two worlds collided. Hot temp met the ex, and a full-on bromance was born, but that's only the beginning. The "man flu" has come out of nowhere and hit both Logan and Rick with a virus they're claiming to be worse than childbirth. In fact, they're pretty sure their end is near. Will the "man flu" be the kiss of death, or will it be my window for an opportunistic change?

I’m a Boston girl through and through, but when I was given an ultimatum that would determine whether I’d have income or not, I opted for the option with a roof over my head. The only problem was, I had to move down to a small town in South Carolina, leaving behind the only place I’ve ever called home.

I got out of the Marine Corps to give my daughter a better life. I'm a strong and capable single dad. I got this, right? Not so much. The one thing my daughter wants is the hardest to find--a mom. It's not like they're selling hot intelligent women at Walmart these days, and with the amount of baggage I'm carrying around, I might be out of luck. Yeah, so. We moved from Oahu to Maui. I needed a job, a place to live, and to get us settled. I thought it would be simple, but let's just say . . . mistakes have been made. · Mistake #1: I took the first job I was offered. (Should've probably asked a couple more questions about the required uniform.) · Mistake #2: I flirted with Kai, the first attractive woman who crossed my path. (So far out of my league she might as well be a Hawaiian princess.) · Mistake #3: I fell head over heels for that woman. (See Mistake #2.) Now I'm standing here showing my butt--no, literally. It's the required uniform at Man Buns, the restaurant I'm working at. (See Mistake #1). In any case, I can tell you one thing--it's damn near impossible to convince the woman I can't live without to take me seriously when I'm serving up burgers, half-naked, and women are constantly ogling my assets. I've gotta try, though. Because Kai is the woman for me, and she's perfect with Aya. I've just gotta get these man buns in gear and figure out how to win her over.

**A Standalone Romantic Comedy ** Everything in life was going perfectly, but then my luck expired. It all started when I got a new job, which came with a new guy. That's when I managed to cause an unforeseeable disaster, which took down an entire company in less than a week. The new job, the new guy and a big mouth led to another giant mistake. Then, one more for good measure. Flash forward a couple of weeks, and ... I've got milk ... because I'm dating the milkman, and yes, milk did his body good. Not only do milkmen still exist, but I've come to learn that some women hire a milkman to deliver more than just milk. I'm not the sharing type, but I also don't like to cry over spilled-you get my point. So, I can either have a cow or search for greener pastures. Depending on my decision, though, I need to ask myself if I'm prepared to tell my future children that their father is, in fact, the milkman.