#1 romance in the Skyfall Awards
#1 romance in the Hot Chocolate Awards
#2 romance in the Hidden Gems Awards
#2 romance in the Black Rose Awards
#2 chicklit in the Sweet and Spicy Awards
"Am I?" His voice lowered teasingly, and suddenly he was much closer, hands braced against the wall beside her, toned arms pinning her in.
Meredith felt her throat dry up instantly. "Which one?" She stammered, forcing courage that she clearly didn't feel. Her arms were trembling uncontrollably as he brought his face near. "Decent, or handsome?"
"Both." Jet prompted, minty breath caressing her lips, mere inches away.
Socially awkward Meredith Sparks struggles with anxiety. Nerdy to her core, she battled social ostracism in her adolescence, and interacting with people frightens her: especially members of the opposite sex. When her well-meaning, bubbly psychiatrist tells her to confront her fears, Meredith agrees, until the prescription becomes more nerve-wracking than she can handle. Enter Gentlemen Only, the prestigious night club that hosts the most elite, gentlemanly patrons. Now, stuck in a mental tug of war between two very territorial, gorgeous men, Meredith must somehow overcome her own mind in a fight to keep her sanity while she journeys toward healing and self-discovery.
Enemies to lovers-
Boss/employee-
Bickering and Bantering-
Billionaire romance
Second chance romance
HEA romance novel
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.
When I saw a job opportunity to work at a resort a few hours north of the cities, including a place to stay, rent-free, I jumped on it. But, unfortunately, what I didn't know was that the one who owned the resort was a man I owed a huge chunk of money to. All because of an accident I still believe he caused.
Ian Lockwood isn't like any other guy I've ever met. The man's devastatingly handsome, gorgeous to be exact, and his green eyes are so damn intoxicating and intense that they wretchedly became windows to my soul. But he had one ugly attitude that turned me off.
Calling Ian a jerk is an understatement. He's a straight-up asshole.
Every time we're around each other, he does and says whatever he can to get my blood to boil. And he enjoys every minute of it.
The problem I have with him is that he's an enemy. Yet whenever I'm near him, the irresistible fragrance that pours off him enhances my desires, and the area between my thighs intensively pulsates.
And if my attraction to the asshole increases, I'm afraid he'll catch on to those feelings and take advantage of it by using me to pay off my debt.
Even though Ian gets under my skin, I find myself falling for him the more bickering and bantering we do every time we're around each other. And if I can't get these uncontrollable desires of being with Ian under control, I'm afraid Ian and I will find ourselves underneath the sheets. That is if I don't see myself knocking him out of his misery before then.