Second Time Around (Michaels)

I'm not a one-night stand kind of woman. I'm especially not the woman who has a few drinks at a concert and ends up in bed with my childhood celebrity crush, Eli Walsh.However, that's exactly where I find myself.What's a girl to do after a drunken mistake? Run. I grab my clothes and get away from the powerful, irresistible, and best-sex-of-my-life superstar as fast as I can. His gorgeous green eyes, rock-hard body, and cocky smile have no place in my world. My life is complicated enough.Someone forgot to tell him that.Eli is relentless. Pushing his way into my heart, wearing me down, proving he's nothing like I assumed, and everything I need. But when my world shatters to pieces, he holds the broken bits together. Unwillingly, I fall desperately in love with him.He made me think we'd have forever . . . I should've listened when he said we could only own tonight.

I'm getting really good at cutting my losses.First, the husband. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. But between single-parenting and job-hunting, I can't catch my breath. When a celebrity blogging position falls into my lap, I'm determined to succeed.That is, until I get my first assignment and actually see Noah Frazier for the first time… practically naked and dripping wet. My heart races and I forget how to form complete sentences. His chiseled abs, irresistible smirk, and crystal blue eyes are too perfect to be real. So, what do I do? Get drunk and humiliate myself, of course.I'm ready to forget the awkward night, yet Noah has no intention of allowing me to move on. Instead, he arranges for me to write a feature on him, ensuring a lot more time together. One embarrassing moment after another, one kiss after another, and before I can stop myself, I realize-I'm falling in love with him.But when the unthinkable happens, can I even blame him for cutting his losses?What I wouldn't give for just one last time…

I have two rules in life:1. No relationships, falling in love or attachments.2. No sleeping with clients of my interior design firm.Since the last guy turned out to be married, they've been easy to follow.Until him.Callum Huxley is a ridiculously sexy Brit, and the connection we have the moment our eyes lock scares the ever-loving hell out of me. Thank God I came to my senses before going back to his hotel where I would've ended up naked, panting, and unable to forget him.Thinking I walked away from that night unscathed was stupid. Sure enough, at the biggest meeting of my career waits the CEO of Dovetail Enterprises-him. It might be the most embarrassing moment of my professional life. And breaking my no-client rule might just be the hottest moment of my personal life.Learning to trust has never felt so good, but falling has never hurt so bad.

My life was perfect – until a shocking tragedy pulled the rug out from underneath me.My children were left without a father. I was without a husband and a provider. Instead of wallowing in my grief, I buried myself in my work at Dovetail Enterprises. Landing the promotion as the CEO's right hand was exactly what I needed.Getting saddled with Milo Huxley as an assistant is exactly the opposite.I can't stand him.He's arrogant, irresponsible, and out for my job. As if that's not bad enough, he has to be devastatingly sexy, and have a posh English accent that makes me squirm on top of it all. I've had enough unpredictability for one lifetime, thank you.But soon enough, we're fighting less and laughing more. He's there for me when no one else is. And those good looks aren't the only panty-dropping thing about him.If I only knew what to do about it…