Rosa Lucas

Danny Walker, my big brother’s arrogant, powerful, handsome, and completely unobtainable best friend. He’s a ruthless tech tycoon, and I take calls from angry clients who can’t reset their passwords. He lives in a Grade II listed mansion with holiday homes worldwide, and I rent a room in a flat-share with my best friend and mice. Our worlds couldn’t be further apart. Falling for him is not an option. Eight years ago, I made the mistake of flirting with him only to be rejected…hard. To this day, he won’t acknowledge me as anything more than his best friend’s silly little sister. Which is fine because I can’t stand to be around that emotionless CEO. Regardless of him being the hottest man I’ve ever met. Now I find out he’s bought the company I work for, making him my boss’s boss’s boss. And he wants to get rid of me. Danny Walker is not a man to be messed with. But perhaps there’s more behind his cold, detached stares than I thought. Stone-faced ruthless CEOs don’t fall for scatty girls like me. Or do they?

I wake up in the hospital with no memory of the past year. The last thing I remember? JP Wolfe, my brooding billionaire boss, threatening to fire me in front of the entire tech team. But now, as I return to work, fumbling with amnesia, something’s changed. Wolfe’s intense gaze lingers on me, making my heart race and my cheeks flush. I’m just your average tech girl with a serious comic book addiction while he’s the infamously cold, ruthless co-founder of a hotel empire. And let’s not overlook that he’s the kind of smoldering hot that makes you forget your own name. There’s no way a man like him could be harboring secret feelings for someone like me… is there? As I scramble to rebuild my lost memories, I realize Wolfe is hiding secrets he doesn’t want me to uncover. What happened during my missing year? And why is Wolfe determined to stop me from finding out? Manhattan State of Mind is a dual-point-of-view, standalone, romantic comedy with spice, banter, and a happily ever after.

This gorgeous grump is now my boss…and my new ‘housemate.’ I need a visa – like, yesterday. I’m not ready to leave the bright lights of New York for my seaside hometown in Ireland. So, when the opportunity arises to become a live-in nanny maid for a billionaire single dad, I jump at the chance. How hard can it be, right? Harder than I thought. The first time I meet Killian Quinn, I get kicked out of his fancy hotel. The second time we cross paths, the guy looks ready to slam the door in my face. Yet, by some miracle (call it the luck of the Irish), he agrees to give me a chance. He’s desperate too. But when Killian makes it clear that I’m the worst nanny maid in all of Manhattan, I’m one wrong move away from being deported. So why is it when his eyes flash with anger, it feels like there’s something hotter than his temper under there? And more importantly — can I take the heat? Fifth Avenue Fling is a standalone romantic comedy with heat, banter, and a happy ending.

Coming soon.... Liam McLaren: London's most ruthless financial hotshot and the big boss at Ashbury Thornton Equity Group. Just whisper his name and even the city’s toughest traders break out in a cold sweat. And lucky me, Gemma Jones, as the head of HR at his company, I’ve got a front-row seat to the McLaren Show. Brooding intensity, perfectionist demands, and a glare that could stop your heart mid-beat. Every. Damn. Day. I’ve spent years perfecting my professional mask. It’s the only way to survive in this cutthroat corporate shark tank. Never let them see you sweat. Or cry. Or show any human emotion, really. But now, I've gone and committed the ultimate HR no-no: I've accidentally shared my diary with him. Yes, him. And when I say shared, I mean all of it. Every scathing thought about him and the company. Including some, ahem, personal musings that were never meant for public consumption. And certainly not for Liam’s piercing dark eyes. And the look on his face? Oh, I’ve seen Liam angry—I’ve watched him verbally eviscerate boardrooms and turn grown men into blubbering wrecks. But this? This is pure, unfiltered fury that would make the devil himself cower. God help me. Love to Loathe Him is a standalone office romance with a grumpy, arrogant, billionaire boss.

I’d rather work for Satan on designing hell than work for billionaire property tycoon Jack Knight. The arrogant playboy treats London like it’s his Monopoly board. To him, I’m just another architect in a small design firm bidding for his project. To me, he’s a ruthless businessman who plays people like pawns. I should know. Of course, my worst nightmare happens. I get to work for the man I hate. I hate that I have to see his signature cocky grin every day. I hate that when Jack Knight says jump, we grab our long poles. I especially hate the undeniable explosive heat growing between us. To survive this close proximity, I must remember my end goal: bricks, not dicks. Fighting Mr. Knight is a standalone, steamy, dual point-of-view office romance with a hot-as-hell, brooding CEO and a sassy, witty heroine.

Resisting Mr. Kane is a dual-POV, stand-alone, steamy, holiday-to-office age gap romantic comedy. A working holiday on the idyllic Greek island of Mykonos. Making money while backpacking sounds perfect, doesn't it? Except bartending is not my forte. I moved around the bar with the grace of a baboon, knocking over glasses and serving bad cocktails. How could I focus on work when the sexy stranger was staring at me with those arresting blue eyes? In my head, I have a sex life worthy of a porn channel. The reality is…different. So, of course I seized my opportunity. In Greece, I had no inhibitions. One final summer of fun before I moved to London to start my trainee contract at London's most elite law firm. I was too busy fluffing my CV and researching interview questions to check who was at the top of the hierarchy. Our CEO welcomes the new trainees. It’s not until he is halfway up the room that my blood runs cold. It can’t be. He can’t be… Nine million people live in London, one of them is bound to look like him. He’s closer now. No, it’s definitely f**king him. He might not recognise or remember me. He’s probably had a million one-night stands since then. Gone are the jeans and T-shirt and in their place, is an expensive tailored dark blue suit. When those intense blue-grey eyes collide with mine, my heart stops. Oh. He recognises me all right. There are three stand-alone books in the London Mister Series

Karma’s coming for me. I never meant to screw over New York’s most notorious billionaire playboy. I’m just your average good girl, really. I play by the rules. But when push comes to shove, and my back is against the wall, I make questionable choices. I thought I’d never lay eyes on him again after that night. Boy, was I wrong. Fate has a sick sense of humor. Now here he is—Connor Quinn, the brooding billionaire I betrayed—glaring at me as our newest PR client. There’s no way this is going to end well for me. Connor’s eyes burn with intense vengeance, promising he won’t stop until he gets his payback. And damn, he looks like he’s going to enjoy every minute of it. I’m so screwed. And not in the fun way. But here’s the thing: Connor Quinn may be sinfully hot when he’s angry but I’m not going down without a fight. Empire State Enemies is a dual-point-of-view, standalone, enemies-to-lovers romance with spice, banter, and a happily ever after.