Billionaire's Club, Book 4 Hookups weren’t for her. Rachel knew that. She was a good girl - sigh - she’d always been a good girl. Except when it came to him. She’d met the "him" in question in a bar, of all places. His lean strength, gorgeous face, and way-too-charming personality had combined to shatter her defenses. All of a sudden, she’d been doing all of those “dangerous, bad girl” things her grandmother had once warned her of. And just like her grandma had predicted, he’d vanished come morning. No note. No exchanged numbers. She hadn’t even known his name. Fine. Whatever. Rachel had chalked it up to a horrible - albeit, wholly pleasurable - mistake and moved on. She was the assistant to Heather O’Keith, a kick-ass, take-no-prisoners CEO of a billion dollar corporation. She didn’t have time to sit around and worry over a man. But then, Heather had gotten her happily ever after by marrying equally successful business entrepreneur Clay Steele, and Rachel discovered that she had to work in close, day-to-day contact with him. Sebastian Henley. The man from the bar. The sexy, gorgeous, irresistible disappearing man from the bar. And he still made her want to do bad, bad things.

Billionaire's Club, Book 3 Heather O’Keith is the biggest, baddest female CEO around. She’s known for being tough as nails, fair to a fault, and a shark when it comes to securing contracts for her business, RoboTech. She’s also lonely. Not that she would tell anyone else that...least of all one Clay Steele - sexy, smart, cold, and a man with a business acumen that both matches and sometimes surpasses her own. But then fate catches them both at a weak moment and Heather realizes that she may not be the only lonely one. The big lug who seems to enjoy tormenting her in the business world also has a soft side. And when that part of him is wholly directed at her, she gets stupid. Stupid finds her waking up hungover and naked in Clay’s bed. With a giant diamond ring. On her left hand. And a wedding license with their names on it. Oh lord, what has she done?

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.