Romance Books

A billionaire with more swagger than I'd like to admit, a mansion I absolutely don't belong in, and a fortune that isn't as clean as it seems on the surface... Yeah, I should probably leave that last bit out of his biography. My life's not bad, but it could definitely be better. I'm stuck in the tiniest of bungalows with my two sisters, and I work a job in journalism that barely keeps the lights on. Between work, bills, and hardly any space to breathe, I've been positively yearning for a way out. When I land a gig to write the biography of a certain Dawson Lancaster, one of the richest-and most jaw-clenchingly frustrating-billionaires around, I think that maybe this is the big break I've been waiting for. All I've got to do is move into his sprawling mansion, schedule a couple of interviews, and write the book. Simple, right? Wrong. Dawson is everything I hate-stuck up, controlling, and way too good-looking for his own good. Sure, he's got me feeling things I shouldn't be, but that's beside the point. But here's the real wrench in the gears-Dawson's life is a facade. The deeper I dig, the more skeletons I stumble upon. Gorgeous or not, this man has far more to his past than I could have ever guessed. At this point, I should be packing my suitcase and making a beeline back to my own paltry life... But I just can't turn my back on all this. Not with my biggest payday ever on the line-and, more importantly, not with the flame between us burning as bright as it is. But I just can't pretend Dawson's the innocent man I once thought he was. Am I strong enough to face the truth once I've dug it all up... Or is this billionaire about to ruin more than just my story?

I never planned to fall for a man whose job meant always leaving-but then again, nothing about Lance Hawthorne fit into my plan. Kansas moving out marked the end of an era. Mindy embraced the change, but I dreaded it. Living alone wasn't freedom-it was terrifying. I didn't want empty rooms or silent nights. Then came Lance. Cocky, gorgeous, and absolutely the type I swore off, he walked into my gym and my carefully guarded world. I tried to keep him at arm's length, but Lance didn't play by my rules. Flirting turned into friendship, friendship blurred into steamy attraction, and before I knew it, his jet-setting life collided with mine. I fought the pull, scared of what loving someone like him would mean. Every departure chipped at my trust. Every return made me fall harder. But when jealousy and misunderstanding shattered everything, walking away seemed safer than risking my heart. Now he's back, ready to fight for forever-but am I brave enough to believe that love doesn't fly away?