When Savannah Carter takes a job as a personal assistant in upstate New York, she never expects to be working for a man like Wade Hart. With his sparkling green eyes and devious smile, he is a man she both hates and adores. When their professional relationship becomes more intimate, Savannah is ecstatic ... until she hears a phone call that changes everything."I never should have hired her, she can ruin everything." Those words whispered by Wade on the phone shock her, but before she can confront him about what she's heard, he disappears, leaving only a cryptic note behind. Suddenly Savannah's "too good to be true" job seems to be exactly that. What are the secrets that Wade is hiding from her? How is she a threat to him? And just who is her mysterious new friend Gordon, and why is he so insistent on being in her life?While Savannah's heart is falling for Wade, her brain is telling her to run. Can the man who ignites her hidden passions be her...

To Marco (No I'm not going to add Polo), Last night was a mistake. A big mistake. Or rather should I say small? I don't want to hurt your ego. I should have listened to your sister. You're insufferable and rude and far too cocky. Don't worry, I won't be telling anyone what happened because as far as I'm concerned it never did. Please stop calling me. I do not need to come and collect my bra from you. Or the tshirt you lent me to sleep in when I got cold. No, that one act doesn't make you a gentleman. And no, I do not need to have your smell near me to fall asleep. In fact, it does the opposite and gives me nightmares. Millie P.S. No, I do not want a repeat in the office at work.P.P.S. The texts I sent you this morning were drunk texts. I was still hungover. Do not construe them as anything else.P.P.P.S. Could you have given me anymore love bites? There was no need to mark your territory because I am not yours!

I pretended to be the girlfriend of one of the richest men in New York City.
It was only meant to be the one time. I mean, it was the week before Christmas, I was shopping with my best friend and we were hungry and wanted to dine at the new swanky restaurant on the Upper West Side.
For some reason the hostess misheard me when I mentioned Max Parker's name. I'd been complaining that he was the reason why I'd lost my job. Who was I to correct her when it meant that "my relationship" had caused a table to suddenly open up? 
And then the next week I accidentally let it slip that Max Parker was my boyfriend to get into an exclusive club. And then there was the time when I saw that Chanel handbag and Prada shoes. I mean, it didn't really hurt anyone, did it? It was just a little white lie.
How was I to know that my fake boyfriend would find out that I'd been using his name? Now he's blackmailing me into playing his fake fiancé...

Dante Vanderbilt. 6”4. Muscular. Sexy hazel eyes. Dark silky hair. The sort of man that no woman wants to say no to. And he knows it. He’s cocky, arrogant, and the most handsome man I’ve ever met in my life. I’m not the sort of girl to have a one night stand. I’m not the sort of girl that hooks up in someone’s office, but when I met Dante, I no longer recognized the sort of girl that I was. I decided to let caution sail to the wind and go with the flow and submit everything to him. But then, Dante did something unexpected. Suddenly he turned the heat to up 100 and I’m left hanging on by confused angry threads. Now it’s my turn to tables on him. Now it’s my turn to play some secret games. NOTE: This novella is a free steamy prequel to the full-length standalone novel Dante, that will be released on December 27th. It will also be included in Dante when it is released, so you can read it first as a free download or you can read it as part of the novel on release day.

During the day, I work for Dylan McAllister, the hunky billionaire who became CEO of his own company at thirty. He may be one of the hottest men I've ever met in my life, but he's also the boss from hell. He has dazzling blue eyes that pierce your soul and freeze your heart. And he's a known womanizer. I call him AB to my friends—Asshole Boss. He's grumpy, demanding, and rude. And that's on a good day. He's definitely the worst boss ever. The only reason I'm still his secretary is because I have debt up to my eyeballs thanks to student loans and an ex that conned me into letting him use my credit cards. I'm counting down the days until I can quit and tell him to get his own coffee and lobster rolls. My calendar says that between both my jobs, I only need to work for him for three more months. You see, Mr. McAllister has no idea that his "mousey little secretary" has a night job just so I can quit as soon as possible.That...