Sisters From Hell

When your infuriating new boss turns out to be your hot new neighbor . . . Prim and proper Oakley Waldo seemed just fine riding solo at work and in her personal life. But when I walk in on her and discover we're neighbors, she'll have to work double time to keep the tension between us at a low simmer. My mission? To bring out the wild woman I know is hiding underneath that tightly wound bun and perfectly unruffled uniform. Only problem is, she seems dead set on discovering the past I vowed to keep hidden away. With stolen moments of heated passion in between calls, creative uses for those handcuffs, and four meddling sisters who won't butt out of Oakley's life, our rocky partnership is set to explode!

It was only supposed to be a one-night stand . . . You could say I was a successful twenty-four-year-old, if you looked at my house sitting on the edge of a cliff with killer views of the Pacific Ocean. Or my bank account with seven figures from my coaching business. But according to my frenemy, the girl who invited me to her bachelorette party at an exclusive resort in Lake Tahoe, I was just a sad, lonely girl without a man by my side. I'd show her who was living the dream by finding a tall, dark, and handsome man to rock my world for one night. I accomplish everything I set out to do in life, and that dark haired stranger was no exception. Unfortunately, I didn't plan on him standing on my doorstep three days later, calling me his wife. It was only supposed to be one hot and pleasurable night. He wasn't supposed to ruin my business with his risky proposition to save his own. And I definitely wasn't supposed to develop feelings for the cowboy who knows how to wear a pair of jeans. They say to bring your A-game to the negotiating table, but we may find out the hard way there's no winning in love . . . or one-night stands.

The first time I met her, she was running away from her own wedding. The second time I met her, she tried to get me fired from my job. The third time? I had to haul her drunk self off the bar before she completed her amateur-and hot as hell-striptease. She's messy, chaos in human form, and not at all who she claims to be. Everything I've worked so hard for depends on her not screwing things up for me. I should run, not walk, away from her, but all I want to do is strip her layers until I get to the . . . heart-yeah, that's what I was going to say-of who she really is. I may be smart, but love might be the most clever of us all.

First rule in the sister's handbook: don't date your sister's ex-boyfriend. Oops. If there's one man on the planet I shouldn't be looking at twice, it's Daire Beneventi. Sure, he's my sister's ex, but he's also the leather jacket to my quilt tote bag. He rides a Harley, frowns at everyone who makes the mistake of glancing at him, and closes real estate deals that have more zeroes than the number of dates I've been on recently. He's all wrong for me, but now I'm tasked with training him at the center we both volunteer at in our off hours. Except, maybe he's not the man I thought he was. He asks me to teach him how to be kind. I ask him to teach me how to have some adventure. The big question is if this unlikely pairing is worth the backlash from my family. Could we actually ride his motorcycle off into the sunset?