Emma Blake

Finding out last night’s one-night stand is today’s new boss is troublesome. Realizing that he is your daddy’s best friend is scandalous. You're not supposed to spend your first day on the job being hoisted onto bathroom sinks. Or let Mr. Tall, Dark and Sexy claim every inch of your soul. No fraternizing with the boss huh? Well, I tried calling it off. Until I saw the way he held his beautiful daughter. My heart melted. My guard crumbled. No way I’m letting go of Mr. Perfect now. But what happens when my daddy finds out I love his best friend?

Agree to play fake fiance for a work retreat? Sure. With your new boss who also happens to be your ex from high school? Why not. I took a wrong turn on my first day of work into the men’s locker room and BAM. There he is. Jenson Sharpe may be half-naked, damp, and delicious, but that doesn’t give him the right to be rude. Even if he is the CEO of the company I just started working for. The instant, familiar chemistry is there. He asks me to fake an engagement to impress the owner of the company. And he’s going to pay me to do it. I ignore everything in me screaming NO, and end up screaming YES on a company retreat. As the pretend kisses become all too real, our old flame flickers back to life. Now I'm caught between the past and the present. Fake and real.. This was meant to be just an act. A stepping stone. I tell myself he’s changed into a cold, hard CEO focused on profits. That will make it easy to walk away when this is over. Right?

He's a silver fox with an adorable kid and a luxury car that costs more than my entire life savings. He just saved my life - and became my boss. Losing my job was a disaster. But stumbling into Wesley’s world might save me. I need the money. His daughter needs a nanny. It's a win-win, right? Wrong. The first spark of attraction between us was as instant as it was forbidden. I can’t get how safe I felt in his arms out of my head. I can’t help but imagine what his perfect lips would feel like sliding across my mouth, down my neck, onto my… STOP. This can’t happen. The gap between our worlds is colossal. But a positive pregnancy test means our worlds are about to crash together.

The plan: Fake date my hunky star QB ex and lose my virginity before college graduation. Personal foul! I was so in love with him. He shattered my heart freshman year and I wrote him out of my life. This 6 ft. hunk of pure quarterback muscle dives to save me from being run over by a car and he's back in my life with a proposition. This deal will benefit both of us, no strings attached. Until we get, well...attached. I can't stop roughing the passer and he can't stop entering the end zone. I have to keep my feelings in check. Run defense for my heart. We can't be together. What happens when faking the play leads to real feelings?

My ex’s brother is back in town and this tatted chef is heating up something I never expected. Me. I thought I would help him get his new restaurant all set up. It was the perfect distraction I needed in my boring home town. But it became more of a distraction as we spent days working together. I can’t be falling for my ex’s troublemaking older brother. His resume includes a number one fine dining restaurant in Chicago. And every woman in the tri-state area. His talented hands craft the most delicious food I’ve ever tasted. And all he seems to want to taste is me. I’m not objecting… But his brother might.

He was a hot fling I thought I'd never see again… Now he's my next door neighbor. Seven years ago we shared a passionate weekend. Then he left without a word and it destroyed me. I was gutted. How could he move right next door of all places? I see him working in his woodshop through my kitchen window every day. I ignore his eyes on me from the front porch as I leave for my morning run. The sight of him sends flames of rage through my core. But I can’t help but notice how his biceps look through his tight white tee. And the way his jaw tightens as he runs his big, strong hands along the smooth wood. I feel my body aching for him to touch me like that. Again…and again. I’m doing everything to ensure our paths never cross. But he has something different in mind and seems determined to claim me again. I finally give in, hoping one last night together will get it out of our system so we can move on as just neighbors. But these two pink lines are telling me that might be easier said than done…

Keeping things professional with my grumpy, hot AF single dad boss is proving to be VERY hard… Tattoos. Tight jeans. Fat bank account. Arrogant prick attitude. My new boss truly has it all. I know I shouldn’t let myself get too close, but it might be too late. He hired me as a nanny to care for his adorable boys.. But our scorching nights on the couch together after the kids go to sleep tell me he wants me to be much, much more. I needed this job as a fresh start. Running away from my past and starting a new life is not easy. Especially now that my dangerous past is back to haunt me. Like a hero, my DILF boss swoops in to protect me when no one else could. It drives me wild and I’m falling for him hard… I want him to claim me as his own. I want to be free from my past. But most of all, I want to make sure his boys are safe. Too bad I can’t have it all…or can I?

Moaning on my boss’s desk with my legs falling open isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I took this high-paying contract. I felt like I had finally “made it” as an artist. When I’m commissioned by the hottest, most desirable DILF bachelor in town, he challenges my self-control. He’s secretly using me to keep his match-making brother off his back – sharing photos to make it look like we’re dating. And when we accidentally brush up against each other in his office, it’s goodbye professionalism. Now I’m shamelessly begging for more on his fancy desk and I’m not sure where this is heading. I still have to complete these projects and it’s not like this relationship can actually go anywhere. He’s way older. And rich. AND he has an amazing daughter to think of. There’s no way someone like him would be interested in a starving artist like me. Right?

Rules single dads should never break… I hired Gen to be my live-in chef, not my future baby mama. She’s supposed to be baking me a cake. Now I’m the one putting a bun in her oven. Between business deals and bedtime stories with my 9 year old baby girl, my plate is full. Definitely, don’t have time to be playing patty cake with the chef. It’s only for three months. I got this. But somehow, late nights in the kitchen have me lifting her onto the island and tasting what she has to offer. If the appetizer is this good I can't wait for the main course. So when an ex shows up to threaten her life, he’ll find just how far this Daddy Warbucks will go to protect what’s his. Nobody messes with daddy’s girls… Not when a second helping of fatherhood is on the way.