Cassie-Ann L. Miller

He proposed! Okay, that statement may be a bit misleading. My best friend's handsome, charming brother didn't really propose marriage to me. It was more of a proposition than a proposal, actually. Y'see, Prescott needs to close a business deal for his law firm and to do that, he needs a fiancee. That's how I got dragged into this mess. I should just say 'no', but he isn't the only one in need of a favor. He promises that he can help me land the internship I need to launch my career. So, I made a deal with the tall, broad-shouldered devil in the custom-tailored suit, and now I'm wearing this enormous rock on my finger. But, it's strictly business...until he looks at me with those bedroom eyes and he flashes me that panty-melting smile. What the hell have I gotten myself into? "Dirty Favor" is a novella in the "Dirty Suburbs" series of stand-alone romantic comedies set in small town Illinois. It was first released in large part as "Dirty, Little Proposition" in the “White Ribbon Collection” charity anthology in November 2016. It has since been re-edited and extended.

I only showed up to crash my best friend's sister's wedding. So how did I become the groom?! Oops! When I charged up those courthouse steps to stop Sera's wedding, I didn't exactly have a plan. But there's no way I was letting my best friend's little sister marry some no-good tool who doesn't deserve her. Let's just say things got out of control. Fast. Now, the wedding is off. And Sera is crushed. And I'm just trying to be a good friend. "Come stay at my place. Until you're back on your feet." "Have some tequila. It'll ease the pain." "And what's a few much-needed orgasms between friends?" Well, maybe I crossed the line with that last one. Oh, but it gets worse... Because we just woke up naked and hungover. And Sera's wearing a big, ugly diamond ring. On second thought, "oops!" might be an understatement. I mean--I'm Jason Bellino. Confirmed bachelor. Pro football's ultimate playboy...I don't do relationships. And she's my complete opposite. A good girl. A rule-follower. The Sweetheart of Sin Valley...She doesn't do no-strings-attached flings. Talk about 'opposites attract'. Now, we've got this whole accidental marriage situation going on. Hot damn. I'm completely in over my head. But married life isn't half-bad, I guess. I could get used to the wall-shaking orgasms, the laughing and bantering together over our breakfast cereal, her cheering me on at my football games. I should be trying to get rid of her. But more and more, I just want her to stay. So how do I convince my oopsie-wife to play house with me...forever? Playing House is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, best friend's sister, accidental marriage small town romance. It is set in small town Iowa and is book one in the Playboys of Sin Valley series.

When I came back to Sin Valley, the mission was simple—avoid the ex-girlfriend who broke my heart. At all costs. Too bad I just (accidentally) moved in next door to her. And her battery-operated boyfriend(s). Plural. Crap! No matter how hard I try to steer clear of Desiree Grant, fate keeps tossing us together. And, so far? It’s not going too well for me. When our eyes lock across the crowded bar, I get all tongue-tied and make a damn fool of myself. Next, we end up trapped in an elevator alone and my protector instincts switch on at the speed of light. Then, a pink, glittery, vibrating package with her name on it shows up in my mailbox and—poof!— there goes my master plan to resist her. Okay. Change of plans. Now, I've got a new mission in mind—reminding my gorgeous ex-girlfriend that her battery-operated playthings could never compare to me. Y'see, the truth is, I never stopped thinking about her. Never stopped wanting her. Never stopped loving her. But things are different now. She's a single mother with a demanding career and a little boy she's raising on her own. I'm a former military man, struggling to find my place in the civilian world. The life I'm trying to build is a threat to the life she's fighting to protect. But I’d go to war for a second chance with the girl who was always supposed to be mine. This time, I'm determined to give her the happy-ever-after she deserves. Now, the only question is, how do I get her to play along? Pfft...And I thought this would be simple. Playing Along is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, single mom and grumpy protector-next-door, small town second chance romance. (Wow—that was a mouthful!) It is set in Sin Valley, Iowa and is book 3 in the Playboys of Sin Valley Series. It is a standalone.

He's the hot single dad next door. My brother's best friend... And I want him to be my lover. From the first time I meet Leo Montgomery, I know that I'm in trouble. His dark, heated gaze skittering down my body sets my skin on fire. A rare sighting of his elusive, heart-stopping smile and—dear lord—I think I just ovulated. But then, he hires me to babysit his adorable little troublemaker after school and now my maternal instincts are working overtime. It was never supposed to be more than a harmless crush on my older brother's best friend. But (accidentally) showing him my enormous, red granny panties was probably my first mistake. (Apparently, he's into that sort of thing.) That slow, sensual kiss on the back porch didn't help matters, either. We need an outlet for the combustible sexual tension between us. There's no denying it. But he says he can't be my boyfriend. He won't let me into his closely guarded heart. I tell him that's okay. After all, we don't need a title. We don't need to be together. We can just be lovers. Can't we? Well, as it turns out, the road to hell is paved with good intentions... and enormous, red granny panties.

Firing my sassy, smart-mouthed assistant should have solved all my problems. Right? Wrong. Turns out we'll need a fake marriage for that. Oh boy! I should have fired Eliza Jenkins the night she overstepped her qualifications in a high-profile client meeting. Or the time she called me stuffy, uptight and grumpy to my face. But it's her luscious mouth, her chocolate eyes and her voluptuous curves that really drive me crazy. So I send her packing, pink-slip in hand. My company is better off without the mouthy firecracker anyway. At least that's what I've been trying to believe. Except now, a multi-million dollar deal is on the line and she's the only one who can help me save it. I've got a new assignment for Ms. Sassy. Be my fake wife. Or else. But if anyone is up to the task, it's her. I mean—Eliza Jenkins is an overachiever. Smart. Headstrong. Full of great ideas. Looks great leaned over the fax machine. Um...Forget I mentioned that last one. I'm Liam Kline. Focused. Ambitious. Master of self-control. I can resist Eliza. My sole focus is closing this deal. I'll work her hard, putting in long hours in the bedroom. Err, boardroom. I mean, boardroom. Eliza is the ultimate distraction. With her, I've met my match. So when she suddenly quits me for good, I'm not willing to let her go. If I don't get her back as my secretary? This whole deal will fall through... If I don't get her back as my wife? Psht. I'm not even willing to consider that. Playing Pretend is a steamy, witty, laugh-out-loud, grumpy boss, fake marriage romance. It is set in small town Iowa and is book two in the Playboys of Sin Valley series.

People assume that my marriage is over. They’re wrong. She kicked me out. She changed the locks. She had me served with those damn divorce papers. But if Grace Monroe-Trotten thinks she's getting rid of me that easy, she's mistaken. She doesn't know the lengths I'd go to for her. I'm not giving up on my wife, on my son, on my marriage. I've changed. And a real man isn't scared to jump through hoops (wearing ridiculous men's yoga pants) to prove it. I may not deserve a second chance but I'm gonna fight like hell to get back in her heart and in her bed. "Dirty Forever" is the much-anticipated conclusion to the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois. HEA guaranteed. No cliffhangers and no cheating, promise.

Evangeline I lied, okay? My family and friends think that I'm traipsing across Europe dominating one runway after the next and amassing a small fortune. But the truth is I'm in New York City, on stage at the auction, about to sell off my body to the highest bidder just to pay off the outrageous debt that I owe to my modeling agency. I’m only 22 but apparently, I’m already past my prime. I’m scared and I’m humiliated. Still, I know that one month with a wealthy stranger will solve all my problems. But the last person I expect to be placing bids on my (non-existent) virginity is Raphael Silver, my father's sexy and filthy rich best friend. Raphael I miss the good old days when closing a business deal meant cracking open a bottle of aged scotch with a rich old bastard in the VIP section of an upscale Manhattan strip club. But, this young, trust fund brat wants to take it up a notch. That's how I ended up at this ultra-exclusive sex club, watching idiot billionaires bid at a virginity auction. This place is sleazy, even for me. I'm not the type of man who gets off on ‘paying for play’. Still, I'll go along with it just to get this new client. But the last person I expect to see on that stage in a sparkly little outfit is Evangeline Brooks, my best friend’s way-too-young, way-too-tempting daughter. I can't help but notice that she's all grown up but I'll be damned if I let one of these scumbags get their hands on her. I’ll do anything to protect her, even if it means buying her for myself. Dirty Silver is book 7 in the Dirty Suburbs, a series of steamy romantic comedies set in small-town Illinois. Each story is a standalone.

LilyI'm a little hormonal right now.Y'see, I found the ring at the bottom of his sock drawer, a modest diamond sitting on a thin, yellow gold band. But now 8 weeks later, it's gone. He returned it and my once-devoted boyfriend is having second thoughts.Did I mention that I'm pregnant?Anyway, I had to get out of the city and I had nowhere else to go. So, I jumped in my car and headed to Reyfield, Illinois. Now I'm working for a grumpy cowboy who sets my hormones into overdrive.Great. Just great.JakobI like to keep to myself. Just me and my farm. So when a chatty city girl shows up in search of work, I'm hesitant to hire. But with her adorable blond ringlets and her pretty pink lips, I can't bring myself to say 'no'.And did I mention that she's pregnant?Anyway, I've got to keep my head on straight and ignore the way she sends my libido into overdrive, all while keeping this farm from plunging into bankruptcy.Great. Just great."Dirty Farmer" is book six in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.

BlakelyMy roommate found her happily-ever-after in the middle of our lease. Don't get me wrong - I'm glad that she found her prince and they're shacking up. I swear I am. But I've got rent to pay.So when my cousin offers to hook me up with a nerdy Silicon Valley programmer who spends his days writing code and watching Japanese anime cartoons, it seems like the perfect arrangement, especially for a timid, socially-awkward girl like me. But nobody warned me that said geeky programmer would be performing said boring activities while shirtless and dripping his libido-igniting pheromones all over my new sofa.A girl like me can't handle all that charm and charisma in such a small space. Every time he smiles, it feels like I'm on the verge of a medical emergency and these heart palpitations are really starting to worry me.He can't stay here. His effortlessly seductive energy is cutting minutes off of my life expectancy.This living arrangement definitely isn't going to work.NicholasI've got angel investors lined up around the block to fund my next project. Too bad I'm burnt out and lacking inspiration. I spent years working 18-hour days to build technology that will make a mark on the world. But it's taken a toll on me. I'm desperate for a change of pace.So when a buddy mentions a low-key opportunity in a lazy little Illinois suburb, I jump on the offer. Now, I'm rooming with sweet, innocent Blakely. She's got tempting curves, red curls and freckled skin that blushes every time I smile at her.But the girl is full of secrets... and she's got dirty, dirty mind.And now I've got a new project; corrupting that shy girl's curvy little body.

Isla I'm paying alimony to my idiot ex-husband, my business hardly makes enough to keep the lights on and I'm literally holding my car together with duct tape. Scratch that, I'm holding my life together with duct tape. So I won't go on a date with the mysterious, new-in-town barista who makes my morning soy hazelnut lattee just the way I like it...He'd better stop trying to hypnotize me with those honey eyes and those bulging shoulders that stretch the jersey of his coffee shop uniform, because I have enough on my plate and the last thing I need is yet another liability. Reuben The cinnamon-haired yoga chick who orders the soy hazelnut lattee every morning won't give me a shot. She thinks I'm just some college boy with student loans trying to get in her pants. Well, she's right about one thing. From the moment she first sauntered into this coffee shop with her long legs and her sad eyes, I've wanted to toss her onto the polished wooden counter and show her just how much of a man I am. There's so much more to me than meets the eye. I'm just trying to make her fall for me before my secrets make it to town. "Dirty Stranger" is book three in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.

Faith Monroe I’ve been catfished. My fairytale Internet romance has quickly turned into a nightmare. Now, I’m stranded 2000 miles from home with no ID, no money and nowhere to lay my head on this hellish California night… He was supposed to be my valiant white knight, a friend-of-a-friend sent to save me from my poor life choices. But, Maxwell Masters likes to play dirty…he wants something in return. (No, not THAT. Get your mind out of the gutter). Maxwell Masters I’m the ultimate NFL bad boy. And after a string of bar brawls, a bit of bad behavior on social media and a drunken game of naked truth-or-dare on a public beach, my career is on the line. My only hope of saving my very lucrative contract is to prove to the team's management that I’m a changed man in a committed relationship and that my player moves are now reserved exclusively for the football field. So, when the gorgeous friend-of-a-friend happens to stumble into my life, desperate vulnerable and in need of rescuing, I see the perfect opportunity. Faith Monroe will be my fake fiancée. Unless she'd rather hitchhike her fine ass all the way back to Reyfield, Illinois. "Dirty Stranger" is book two in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.

Keeland Masters... Growing up, he was the boy next door, my older brother’s best friend, the guy who asked me to the prom...and then stood me up. He just vanished into thin air. Now that he’s back in town, he wants to come over to play. And I’m not talking hopscotch. But he’s hurt me once, so I’m sticking to my side of the fence no matter how good he looks pushing that lawnmower in all his tanned, toned shirtless glory. Samantha Trotten... I should have been her first kiss. I should have been her "first time". Instead, I ended up being the first a**hole to break her heart. But a lot of things were outside of my control back then. I've been to hell and back over the past few years. She doesn't even know the half of it. But now, I'm back in town. And though I know I should keep my distance, all I want is a do-over...And I won't quit till I get it. Dirty Neighbor is book one in the Dirty Suburbs, a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies set in small town Illinois.Note: Dirty Neighbor is a full-length story. No cheating. No cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed.

That marriage pact I made with my grumpy, off-limits best friend. That was totally a joke...Right? It was a heat-of-the-moment agreement scribbled onto the back of a crinkled gas station receipt nine years ago. "If neither of us are married by age 30, we'll marry each other." Haha! So funny! Cash moved to a city 500 miles away. Building his billion-dollar empire. Making a name for himself. Me? I stayed in our gossipy hometown. Working a simple job. Living a simple life. And we never discussed the marriage pact again. But I just turned the big three-oh. And Cash showed up at my door, in the middle of a freaking rainstorm. Tall, muscled and soaking wet. With a birthday cake in his hand and a daring smirk that says he means business. Holy plot twist! Didn't see that coming! Now the small town rumor mill is in overdrive. Cash is dissolving my defences with those sexy half-smiles he saves just for me. And my brain is exploding with what ifs... What if we give this a shot? What if we're crazy enough to try? What if we're good together? We've always been 'just friends'. We're experts at playing it safe. But his skin on my skin leaves me reeling. His oh-so-fiery kisses melt my excuses. I know our decade-plus friendship is on the line. But I'm aching to see Cash's wild side. The Wild Side is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, friends-to-lovers small town romance. It is set in small town Iowa and is book one in the Wild Westbrooks Series.

How it started: It was a hot and heavy secret hookup with my best friend’s little sister. How it’s going: That is definitely not a giant beach ball under her shirt. Oh, crap. I’m about to be a dad. Life was going great for me. I was Sin Valley’s biggest playboy. My career was on the rise. And the best part? I was having a hot and heavy secret fling with my best friend’s little sister. Things were supposed to be just casual. Because Minka and I can’t even stand each other for more than five seconds when we’re not busy, playing rough between the sheets. It was all about sex. But with zero warning, Minka changed her phone number and skipped town, disappearing into thin air. Wait. What?! I’m Declan Harris. Rockstar. Nobody ghosts me. Except she did. And suddenly, nothing feels right without this sassy woman in my life. But when she reappears in Sin Valley seven months later, that sure as hell is not a giant beach ball under her shirt. Holy hell. I’m going to be a father? Me? Looks like it’s time to give up my playboy ways. Because there’s no way I’m letting my kid grow up without a father. And now that Minka’s back in my life, there’s no way I’m letting her stubborn ass get away again.

He's too suave. He has too much swagger. And an ego of royal proportions. I probably didn’t make a great first impression. Rushing through his apartment door--practically naked aside from the plastic shower cap on my head--and charging for his bathroom as if my skin was on fire. What was I supposed to do? Wait around for a white knight to swoop through my bathroom window with a wrench and a toilet plunger to save me from my faulty plumbing situation? Insert eye roll here. Anyway, that's the story of how I met my new landlord… But Xavier George Andrew Henry Cambridge is more than just the guy who swings by on the 1st of the month to collect the rent. He's a real-life prince. Second in line to the throne of a country no one's ever heard of. Hiding out in this middle-of-nowhere small town to avoid his princely duties. He's a charming bastard with an intoxicating accent, a potent smile and muscles. Many, many muscles. He’s also the perfect gentleman when he needs to be. He makes me laugh despite myself. And he sees right through the tough facade I show the world. I’m falling. I can't help myself. And I know he wants me, too. But something's holding him back. He won’t give in and it's driving me crazy. I've never been one to shy away from a challenge...but getting past the armour around this man's heart will be my biggest challenge yet. Rich Boy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud royal landlord romantic comedy set in small town Illinois. It is book 5 in the Blue Collar Bachelors series.

Save a fire truck. Ride a firefighter. Isn't that what they say? Ben Riggs says he loves me. He says he hasn't stopped thinking about me since he broke my heart and chased me out of town all those years ago... I say liar liar pants on fire. And boy, do those bright yellow, flame-resistant fireman pants look good on him. I'm aching to feel those big, rough hands clenching on my hips and to collect on the illicit promises burning in his dark blue eyes. Self-control goes up in flames every time he flashes that arrogant smile. So I give in—because a woman has needs. (Am I right, ladies?) He can have my body but my heart is off-limits. I've worked hard over the past few years to prove to myself that I can be successful without him in my life. But Ben says he won't stop until he wins me back—mind, body and heart. He says I'd better stop trying to resist him. He may be a fireman but I'm the one fighting like hell against the inferno of lust and nostalgia closing in on us. And it's a fight I can't afford to lose... Hot Boy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud second chance, firefighter romance set in small town Illinois. It is book 4 in the Blue Collar Bachelors series.

He was the handsome stranger at the bar. I was the jilted bride sobbing into the train of my wedding dress. It was supposed to be one night... Fate had other plans. "Come up to my room with me..." The invitation came in a deep, husky voice as I was sobbing into my floral arrangement and consuming all the alcohol during the lowest night of my life. I should have said 'no'. It was wrong to accept the handsome soldier's offer. But I was hurting. I wanted those rough hands and those soft lips and that sculpted body on me. To ease the pain. Just for one night. I was never supposed to see him again. But two years later, he's here—in Copper Heights, Illinois—just as tall, rugged and charming as the night we met. Meanwhile, I've got green pea puree in my hair, dark circles around my eyes and I can't remember the last time I changed out of these yoga pants. Yup—things are different now. I'm different now. I'm a mother. Overworked, sleep deprived and running on an empty tank. Plus, I have a business to run and I'm determined to prove that I can do it on my own. But he's a distraction. He's staring at me, his dark, compelling eyes raking my rumpled figure like I just stepped off a runway. I must be dreaming because there's no way he's attracted to me. Agreeing to let him work at my daycare is a terrible idea. I'm his boss in the day. But at night, he's in my bed and he's calling all the shots. The charming tower of a man has his secrets and I've got mine. I should really keep my distance. This is going to be a nightmare...so why is he watching me like I'm his dream come true?

He's my best friend. He's a player... And now, he wants me in his bed. Charlie Hartley is the thing that addictions are made of. At least that's what I've heard from the parade of desperate women who've gone through his bedroom's revolving door. Brash and unapologetic, tattooed and insanely handsome. I'm sure there's a Charlie Addicts Anonymous meeting taking place somewhere in the great state of Illinois as we speak. I've become really good at keeping him at arm’s length and keeping my silly crush under control. After all, it's a skill I've been perfecting since the first time he stood up to a bully for me back in the 8th grade. But when he offers to escort me to my 83-year-old grandmother's wedding, I start seeing him in a new light. Maybe there's more to him than that smoking hot body and those playful, flirtatious eyes. Now, we're growing closer, crossing lines, shattering boundaries. I've strutted out of the friend zone and straight into his bed. But that's perfectly fine because I'm a tough girl. I can manage a juvenile, little crush. And there's no chance that a guy like Charlie will start catching feelings for me. One drunken night of hot sex won't change our friendship... Will it?

A good girl. A bad boy. Business and pleasure collide. I can't stand Clinton Alvarez. My life was meticulously organized, painstakingly structured and impeccably sanitary... until he rolled into town with his bad manners, his short temper and his cocky smirk. Now, he's opened up his grungy barber shop right next door to my pristine cupcake shop, bringing along his clientele of shady, leather-loving motorcycle guys with broken noses. He's infuriating. Having him around brings out the worst in me. All of a sudden, I'm acting on impulse. First, I'm flinging a handful of over-ripe raspberries at his back. Then, I'm screwing him on the countertop between the cash register and the cakepop display. Waking up with a blanked-out memory on his threadbare sheets is unquestionably the low-point of my life. Except now, the only thing I hate more than Clinton himself is the fact that I'm starting to fall head over heels for him. He has a secret that will rock the foundation of all the things I believe in. But it's foolish to jump to conclusions because, in some stories, it's not easy figuring out exactly who the bad guy is.

Jasper Westbrook. Code name: Swoon Machine. My best friend's older brother. Melter of ovaries. Destroyer of panties. And suddenly...a single dad. Guys like Jasper—I bet you know the type? The chiseled arms. The wavy hair. The melt-your-brain-cells smile. Good thing I'm a smart girl—Honey Hill's former child prodigy, to be precise—I should know better than to fall for this playboy's charm. Here's the thing, though. The man is an expert at solving my problems. And he always knows how to make me laugh. And those hands...Those big, rough mechanic hands... Oh, damn. What's that I just said about resisting his charm? Never mind. Right as our clothes are about to go flying, Jasper's playboy ways catch up to him. And his life goes to hell in a picnic basket. Welp. Should have seen that coming. What I didn't expect was that Jasper would turn to me for help. And that I would accept. And I definitely didn't expect to discover the 'paternal side' he's had hidden all along. When he rocks his sweet baby girl to sleep in those big, tattooed arms, 'come to daddy' takes on a whole new meaning. Now, I just want to crawl between his sheets and keep him up past his bed time...if you know what I mean. But we both know we shouldn't cross that line. Because Jasper is the sudden single dad. And I'm the reluctant nanny. There's way too much at stake. Yet, each stolen kiss ignites a wildfire. And each whispered confession leaves me craving his heart. Fine. I should know better. But I just want to tame this wild one. Once and for all. The Wild One is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, best friend's brother, single dad and nanny small town romance. It is set in small town Iowa and is book two in the Wild Westbrooks series.

All my life, I've been in love with my best friend. All my life I've waited for him to notice. I'm done waiting. I'm moving on with my life...I'm having a baby. I really need to get over Walker Kingston. My lifelong infatuation with my best friend is sort of embarrassing. The tall, broody hunk of farmer has always been my fierce protector, my constant hero, my knight in flanneled armor. But to him, I've never been more than a friend, the girl he saves from trouble in the middle of the night. This whole damsel-in-distress thing is getting kind of old. I'm tired of being a burden on Walker. I'm ready to stand on my own feet. I may never win his love but I'm ready to focus on the other things I want in my life. And what I want most? A baby. I've practically got one foot inside the sperm bank when the overprotective farmer intercepts my plan. Now he says he will father my child. Nope. Nuh-uh. Absolutely not. I'm trying to get over the guy. So letting him be my baby daddy is low-key dysfunctional. But Walker insists it won't affect our friendship. Plus, he has all these amazing qualities that make his offer super hard to resist. He's strong and charming and fine as hell. And he's the only person I really trust. Okay. Fine. Grab the specimen cup. Off to the fertility clinic we go. Except nothing ever goes to plan. Now I need rescuing--again. And Walker has made it his mission to take care of my every need--again. And when the ever-grumpy cowboy introduces me to his soft, nurturing side, I'm a goner. Well, damn. How the hell am I supposed to get over the man now? Mister Baby Daddy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, arranged pregnancy, small town romance featuring a growly farmer with a huge savior complex and a strong distaste for turtlenecks. It is set in small town Illinois and is book 3 in the Bad Boys in Love series. A full-length standalone. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

My college rival. My ex-husband's best friend. My new roommate? Oh, boy. The last thing I want is to rent my spare bedroom to my ex-husband's best friend. His six-foot-three, dimple-faced, alphahole best friend. His injured-professional-football-player best friend. But desperate times, desperate measures, y'know? I can't afford to hold grudges. These heaping bills of mine won't pay themselves. Keeping my distance from my new roommate should be simple enough. I mean, I can't stand Jude Kingston. Plus, as my ex's friend, he's so off-limits he's virtually radioactive. In any case, Jude promises to stay out of my way. He's just a broken football hero in need of a quiet place to focus on healing his injured knee and saving his lifelong dream. Harmless, right? Um, not so much... The man is infuriating. He spends his days parading that shirtless, muscle-bound body all around my house. He insists on involving himself in my private business. He has zero concept of personal space. But he also has this boyish, unintentional charm. And this inconvenient way of repeatedly coming to my rescue. Suddenly, lust is throbbing in every room of this house. Lingering gazes over the dinner table... Sweaty workout sessions on the living room floor... Stolen kisses in the moonlit hallways... I can't fight these soft feelings growing roots in my belly. Jude is a vine, slowly wrapping himself around my heart. But when a piece of my past threatens his entire future, will our love even stand a chance? Mister Baller is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, enemy roommates-to-lovers small town romance featuring a stubborn footballer with a sinful eight-pack, an insufferable ego and the food preferences of a toddler. It is set in small town Illinois and is book 2 in the Bad Boys in Love series. A full-length (85 000-word) standalone. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

Fake-dating my best friend’s brother should be easy.He’s grumpy. He’s guarded. He’s older. And he’d never fall for a complicated single mother like me.Or that’s what I need to tell myself…so I don’t fall in love with him.Archer Brighton needs a girlfriend.If the broody lumberjack shows up at his younger brother’s wedding without a date, his meddling family will drive him insane.With his stormy eyes, his towering body and his gorgeous beard, there’s a line-up of women eager for the spot on his arm.But Archer isn’t looking for love. He just wants to be left alone.I shouldn’t have gone and stuck my nose in his business.I shouldn’t have blurted out—right in the middle of family dinner—that Archer asked me to be his wedding date.Yikes! What was I thinking?!The man is my boss and my neighbor and my best friend’s brother, after all!I'm more than willing to apologize to his family and clean up this mess I’ve made.But Archer won’t let me backtrack.He insists that a fake relationship is exactly what we both need.So here’s our deal—Three months of pretend-dating while my toddler and I stay at his house, rent-free.Archer will protect me from my dirtbag ex.And I’ll save him from the prying townsfolk who keep trying to set him up on dates.It’s a win-win solution.Except, I’m not so sure Archer’s pretending.Not when he’s reading bedtime stories to my son.Not when he’s cooking us breakfast, lunch and dinner.And definitely not when he’s kissing me.All. Night. Long.He makes me feel beautiful. In a way I’ve never felt before.Soon, I don’t want to sleep in that cold guestroom.Not when I could be sleeping in his strong, tatted arms instead.With every forbidden kiss, we dig our hole deeper.Are we creating a monster? Or are we building something beautiful together? Beautiful Thing is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, small town, single mom and grumpy lumberjack romance. It is set in small town Iowa and is the conclusion to the Brighton Family series.

Bossy. Infuriating. Sexy as sin... I can't stand the man. And he's waiting for me at the altar. I'm up to my eyeballs in unpaid rent. So is half this town. Cannon Kingston is the devilish, arrogant billionaire with the power to save us all. But he wants something in return... My hand in marriage. The terms of our twisted contract are simple. A month or two of dirty, dirty matrimony and he'll drop the eviction threats. No biggie. I've got this... Until he switches up the rules on me halfway through the deal. First comes the bed-breaking orgasms. Then come the late nights, spilling secrets in the dark. Now, he's after my heart. But this is strictly business. Falling in love is a big, fat no-no. I'm not looking for a fairytale ending. I'm just trying to save myself and my town. Cannon Kingston is a man who always gets what he wants. And now, I'm at the top of his wishlist. I'm no spineless damsel, though. I can bring this king to his knees. ...Unless he steals my heart for ransom first. Mister Billions is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, marriage of convenience small town romance featuring a billionaire with a sinful body, a cocky grin and a serious attitude problem. A full-length standalone. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

Roast the chestnuts. Spike the eggnog. Break out the ugly Christmas sweaters...Shoot me now. I'll be home for Christmas. Whether I like it or not. Reyfield, Illinois is the last place I want to be for the Holidays. Yet, here I am, headed that way in a car with my brother-in-law's drop-dead gorgeous, certifiably insane secretary. One look at her luscious body in that sexy elf costume and I want to drag her behind the Christmas tree and have my way with her. One taste of that feisty mouth under the mistletoe and now I'm a goner. This was supposed to be a quick trip to my hometown to fulfill my family duty during the Holidays but I'll be damned because with this girl in my arms, it's starting to feel like a detour toward forever. Dirty Christmas is a 20,000-word holiday novella in the Dirty Suburbs, a series of steamy romantic comedies set in small-town Illinois. Each story is a standalone.

He wants me in his bed. He’s extended an open invitation but taking it will have consequences – I know this... Madison Moretti is a good girl. She's focused on finishing law school, earning a leadership role in her father's law firm and getting over the guy who keeps breaking her heart. She can list a dozen reasons why she should avoid becoming involved with sexy, tempting Domenic Gattusso. Aside from his troubled past, he’s her best friend’s brother and her ex-lover’s best friend. She’s always seen him as just a friend but all of a sudden, she’s discovering an alluring side of him that she never noticed before. Madison is used to playing by the rules but when Domenic offers her a tempting invitation to his bed, she’ll have to decide if he’s the titillating exception that she’s always been waiting for. This is part one of a STEAMY four-part series. The entire series is now available for sale on Amazon.

He’s a grumpy billionaire who’d crush any rival under his fancy designer shoe. I’m a barefoot free spirit who’d sacrifice anything to save the town I love.We couldn’t be more different.So how did I end up working as his assistant? And more importantly…how did he end up in my bed?!Darius Brighton stands for everything I despise.He’s rude. He’s impatient.And there’s not one loyal bone in that muscle-cut body of his. I learned that from experience.He can’t be trusted and everyone in Starlight Falls knows it. For the past sixteen years, I’ve done everything in my power to avoid him.I even left our quirky hometown just to put space between us. But when looming disaster brings me back to Starlight Falls, I quickly realize that Darius is the only one who can save our beloved town. So I make a deal with the handsome devil—I’ll work as his assistant and he’ll write a check to make all the town’s problems go away. Easy peasy. We agree to put our personal differences aside.After all, this is a professional agreement. Or at least, it’s supposed to be. The problem is—now I can’t escape him. Darius is everywhere.He’s even started barging into my dreams.See? Rude! Long days, working together at the office. Sweaty nights, working together between his sheets. He makes my heart flutter. He makes my toes curl.And I’m slowly starting to remember why Darius and I used to be friends. Way back before we became enemies. Soon he claims that he’s falling for me. He says he wants me no matter how different we are.That’s just ridiculous! …Isn’t it? Well, the crazy thing is—I’m starting to fall for him, too. But can I really trust his true intentions? The fate of our town is depending on me, after all. Crazy Thing is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, small town, opposites attract, billionaire romance. It is set in small town Iowa and is book five in the Brighton Family series.

He’s my boss. My grumpy, jaded, fresh-out-of-jail boss. Falling for him is not okay. Too bad I’m already up-to-my-eyeballs in love. I always imagined myself with my very own Prince Charming. The kind of man in those fairytales I grew up reading. And when Eli Kingston shows up in Crescent Harbor—grumpy, jaded and fresh out of jail—I know he's not the one for me. So what if I find myself living under his roof as nanny to his adorable daughter? I can resist his wide shoulders, his muscled forearms, the big d*ck energy pinging off him like electromagnetic waves. Like I said, he's not the one. But seeing him turn to goo for his daughter? That's my weak spot, right there. Watching him banter with his brothers? There goes another point in his favor. Seeing him fight like hell to rebuild the life he lost when he got tossed into jail? I'm Team Eli all the way. Soon, I discover that his kisses are magic. And when our bodies meet, it's almost too good to be true. Now, I've got capital-F 'feelings' for my boss. Our love is unfolding like the storybook romance I've always dreamed of. But here's the thing—Eli's not the only one with a secret. I've got a big, bad monster hiding out at the bottom of my panty drawer. (Not the battery-operated kind, unfortunately). When he discovers that I’m not as innocent as I seem, will the pages of our fairytale go up in flames? Mister Bossy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, single dad and nanny small town romance featuring a schmexy ex-convict daddy with a big, big heart under a big, big layer of concrete. It is set in small town Illinois and is the conclusion to the Bad Boys in Love series.

There’s a naked rockstar under the mistletoe… Ashton Phillips was that bad boy back in high school. The one with the sinful lips, the messy hair and the long fingers that knew how to make a guitar weep. All it took was one 30-second viral video of him singing "Happy Birthday" to propel him to rockstar status and plant him firmly out of my league. But now he's back home for the Holidays, smirking and flirting and ruining my panties with his world-famous gravelly rasp. He doesn't seem to care that I'm still the geeky girl I was all those years ago. All he wants for Christmas is a hot and heavy hookup, a chance to live out the grown-up version of the fantasies we were too scared to act on eleven years ago. From our first encounter, it's fireworks. From our first kiss, it's explosive. One slip of his hand between my thighs and suddenly, "Joy to the World" has a whole new meaning. What girl wouldn't want to get tangled up under the mistletoe in those strong, muscled arms? To trace that broad, tattooed chest with her tongue? To hear that gruff, melodic baritone singing "Silver Bells" into her ear? All rhetorical questions, by the way. I guess the real question is, will he change his tune when he finds out I'm still a virgin? HOLIDAY HOOKUP WITH THE ROCKSTAR is a quirky, flirty, hot holiday romance set in small-town Illinois. Other Holiday romances by Cassie-Ann L. Miller: Dirty Player
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He’s a playboy hockey captain who can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Totally not my type. So my new job as his live-in assistant should be a breeze. Right? Psht—please. Allow me to introduce Ronan Brighton. Messy golden brown hair. Cheekbones cut from stone. Lips that were genetically-engineered for making out all night. And let’s not get started on his muscled-up body. After a string of hockey losses and a bar brawl gone viral, I just got hired to be Ronan’s babysitter—erm, live-in assistant. I’m determined to get the job done right. Because I won’t let this devilish troublemaker tear down the hockey team my older brother just invested millions of dollars into. So I establish a firm professional boundary with Ronan. A boundary he’s determined to cross with each glittering smile and every flirty remark. Then he witnesses me getting brutally dumped on my birthday. And I’m forced to admit that the romance department is the one area of my life I’m struggling to figure out. Ronan says I just need practice. A ‘study buddy’, if you will. Practice makes perfect, after all. And of course, Mr. Trouble volunteers for the part. That’s how I become Ronan’s plaything and he becomes mine. But when the lines between ‘practice’ and ‘the real thing’ start to blur, my heart becomes involved. And I’m beginning to realize that this thing between Ronan and me is no game at all. Play Thing is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, small town, forced proximity, (reverse) grumpy x sunshine, hockey romance. He falls first and harder. It is set in small town Iowa and is book three in the Brighton Family series.