He’s a movie star. I’m just a girl from a small town. He lives in L.A when he’s not traveling the world. I live in Utah, and the furthest I’ve been is a few states away. He’s beautiful. I’m . . . just me. Talbot Green is the man who has everything—fame, money, adoring fans—and I’m just a girl from a small town, childhood friends with his publicist, and looking forward to spending a few days in warm and sunny California. Then I saved his life. In front of the paparazzi. And suddenly, my face is everywhere—on social media, on TV, on magazine covers. Suddenly, I’m not just a girl from a small town, who’s living a small life. Suddenly . . . I belong to Talbot Green, at least in the eyes of the media. And also . . . perhaps in the eyes of Talbot himself. But maybe, just maybe, he belonged to me right back.

She was broken. I wanted to be the one to heal her. Only it wasn’t that simple. She was my superior. I was her second in command. Work got in the way, so remaining friends was smarter, especially for a woman like me who fell hard and often. But I couldn’t get Hannah out of my head. In fact . . . I loved her more than my next breath. But her heart was locked down in a way that no one would ever get close enough to win it. Especially now. We worked for KTS, an elite military group whose ranks were dangerously close to breaking. There were traitors in our midst, enemies behind trusted faces. I had Hannah’s back through all of it. I wouldn’t fail her. Not even when our mission seemed destined to put us in danger, to rattle the very foundations of everything we worked for.

Billionaire's Club, Book 14 Six overprotective older brothers. One hopelessly single younger sister. She loved her brothers, but, hell, they were ANNOYING. And good at scaring off every single man she’d ever dated. Cora just wanted the happy ending, the man would love her and her flaws. The one who wouldn’t be scared off by her six scary brothers. But that man didn’t appear to exist. Until one day there was a knock at the door. And Rafe showed up, moved in, and— Proved that her brothers’ best friend was the only man on the planet who wasn’t scared.

Billionaire's Club, Book 17 I was a single dad. I didn’t have time for love. When I found out I had a son, my life changed for the better. My kid was great. My heart, though, was not. It had been trampled, kicked around, and shredded just for good measure. Obviously, after all that, I wasn’t looking for love. But then…came Maddie. She was an integral part of my brother’s company—it would be bad business to start something with her. Only, she was smart and funny and capable and…my heart didn’t feel like it was in pieces when I was with her. It felt whole. It felt like it had always been hers. It felt like…I needed to keep her forever.

Billionaire's Club, Book 5 Bec Darden was a high-powered attorney, who had spent her entire adult life building a fearsome reputation both in the courtroom and the boardroom. But once upon a time, she was also a naïve and romantic - aka idiotic - soul who’d married her college sweetheart on a whim, just before graduating. She and Luke were young and in love, and no surprise, her marriage had been short-lived. Explosive. Miserable. And incredibly, incredibly short-lived. But now, Luke Pearson was back in her life and with the worst possible news. Her marriage - the one she’d almost immediately regretted - and the subsequent divorce she’d paid through the teeth for by working insane hours and basically not sleeping for several years hadn’t happened. As in, she was still freaking married. Luke had been sexy in high school, gorgeous in college, but he was even hotter as a grown man, and his reappearance in her life hadn’t done anything to dampen the attraction she felt for him. But Bec had already learned that sex wasn’t everything. One broken heart was enough, and she wasn’t in the market to give Luke another chance at shattering her all over again. He needed to sign the divorce papers she drafted and leave her to her life. Except, what did they say about best-laid plans? Because, Luke wouldn’t sign.

Billionaire's Club, Book 12 Stef blamed the dating app. She saw his picture—his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love with him. Idiot because no one ever really looked like their profile pic. Idiot also because if the man did look like his profile pic, then he certainly wasn’t going to be into a science geek who binged old sci-fi shows on the regular, and whose longest relationship was with her golden retriever named Fred. But in a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right on the picture she’d been drooling over for months. Then in a morning of hungover unpleasantness, she saw that he’d swiped right, too. And suddenly, she found herself on a date with the man of her dreams. The only question was whether or not he lived up to them.

Billionaire's Club, Book 11 It began with a bird. Of the rooster variety. It ended with a groomsman toppling into the wedding cake. Heidi hadn’t meant to be a bad bridesmaid. She loved her best friend and the man Kate was marrying. Who she didn’t love? The groom’s brother. The cocky - no pun intended - jerk had made Heidi aware of exactly what he thought of her. That being, she wasn’t worth anything more than a quick romp and a disappearing act before the sun rose. Fine. Whatever. She’d done her own version of the disappearing act on more than one occasion. It didn’t matter that she had thought they had shared something...well, something more. Clearly, she’d been wrong, and now he was dead to her. Of course, that was before she had to walk down the aisle with him. Because that’s when all hell broke loose.

Sharp words. Luscious curves. Killer sniper skills. I had been in lust with Ava from the moment she’d taken my ass to the mat in a training session. I had been in love with her since she single-handedly saved a mission that had gone FUBAR, getting herself and her team out unscathed. She, meanwhile, had been in hate with me the entire time I’d known her. All the sharp words. All the dark glares. All the— Hot, secret kisses. But KTS, the secret military agency I worked for, the group that existed by oftentimes walking the line of legality, was in utter disarray. We had a traitor in our midst. One that put our mission in jeopardy. One made us forget all about that mission . . . Because suddenly we were in a fight for our lives.

Everyone thought I had it together. That I was tough and powerful and a take-no-prisoners woman at the top of my industry. And I was. At work. I always sealed the deal, nabbed the contract, and I never failed to get someone to sign on the dotted line. At work, I was the best. My personal life, however, was a wreck. A giant, lonely wreck. Until, Cole. Cole was about as far away from my city girl polish as one could get. A retired hockey player, he wore jeans to my power suits, cowboy boots to my heels, ate simple food to my gourmet. Hell, he even lived on a ranch half the year. And yet . . . he also challenged my mind. Never gave me an inch. Not to mention, he was gorgeous, kind, incredibly insightful and always, always, called me on my B.S. He’d done it when I’d been his agent, and continued to do it every time we talked. He was everything I’d dreamed of . . . and also, everything I was terrified to have.

"I brought my hands together as nerves and excitement filled me. This was it. Time to tell him the best news of my life. “I’m going to have a baby,” I squealed. He gasped, eyes turning to saucers, and brought his hands up to his mouth. “What! God, you’re pregnant?” he asked a little too loud, and the people at the nearby tables glanced over at us". I saved him. Well, maybe he saved me. Or perhaps we saved each other. All I knew was that one second, I was bickering with the man I pretended to despise—a man I secretly wanted more than my next meal—and the next the world was exploding around us. KTS, the secret military agency I worked for, was under attack by a former agent turned traitor and everything we thought we knew about being the good guys was getting more complicated by the minute. As was my relationship with Linc. I’d asked him out once, bared my feelings for him, and . . . he’d turned me down. Not gently, either. But now we were fighting for our lives, and I discovered that perhaps his rejection wasn’t quite so simple. Maybe he’d pushed me away because once I was in his heart, there was no letting me go. Ever.

First came the director yelling, “Action! Next came the actual acting. Last came . . . the end scene. Or at least, that was what I liked to call my job as a publicist to Hollywood’s elite. If my client hit it big, I was the one who’d made that possible. And while being on call twenty-four seven meant I was chronically single, I was fine with that. I’d been in a serious relationship once and had ultimately discovered that I wasn’t cut out for commitment or being tied down or living in a small town. I needed lights and excitement, paparazzi and enough traffic that the air always smelled faintly of exhaust. I definitely didn’t need one Aaron Weaver—my ex-boyfriend and current occupant of my former home and very, very small town in Utah—tying me down or making me feel like the world’s biggest jerk, just because I wanted my life to be something more than open fields and cow patties. But then I had to leave L.A. and go home to my father, to my small town . . . to Aaron. And I discovered there might be much more to him than I’d ever expected. In fact, I discovered that I might have missed out on the best end scene of my life by letting him go at all.

Billionaire's Club, Book 15 She was gorgeous…and infuriating. And he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Jeremy was used to taking care of people. His brothers, his sister, his mom. Hell, he’d been the “man” of his family for so long that the need to care of others was burned onto his soul. But Teresa didn’t want to be taken care of, and worse, she didn’t need it. Until…she did. Until she needed him. Jer knew that his chance with her wasn’t going to come more than once, so he had to be smart. She needed to fall for him. Irrevocably. Because he couldn’t end up a bad rebound.

I’d fallen for him the first time he smiled at me. My heart was his the moment he’d complimented me on my explosives skills. As members of KTS, a secret military group who was tasked with saving the world from the biggest and baddest of the criminal underworld, we went the places other people couldn’t, put our lives on the line when others wouldn’t. But being a KTS agent was hell on a woman’s love life, especially when they looked like me—not petite and slender or wonderfully curved. For women like me, broad-shouldered, normal-looking, love seemed to always pass us by. Knowing that, I put my unrequited crush of Leo aside, switched teams, and got on with my life, content in my part in taking out the bad guys. But then Leo came back. Then he saw me. And I wondered if perhaps love for a “woman like me” might not be a fantasy after all.