Manhattan Billionaires Series by Lilian Monroe

Billionaire. CEO. Single dad. And, apparently, my date to Manhattan’s most exclusive ball. I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend. The dress, the limousine, the red carpet… I thought they were meant for me. That was mistake number one. Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes and a body honed to masculine precision. Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting. And melt, they do... moreBillionaire. CEO. Single dad. And, apparently, my date to Manhattan’s most exclusive ball. I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend. The dress, the limousine, the red carpet… I thought they were meant for me. That was mistake number one. Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes and a body honed to masculine precision. Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting. And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I’m crashing? Don’t mind if I do. Listen, don’t judge me. It’s my birthday, remember? Nothing that happens tonight counts in real life. Ha. Right. That’s mistake number two. Because the next morning, I start my new job as the nanny for a high-profile client. And my new boss, the owner of this swanky Manhattan penthouse, and the father of these two adorable hellions? Yup. Mr. Hanky-Panky. But the biggest mistake of all? Staying with him. Working for him. Letting my guard down, falling for him. .. And crashing. Splat. Oh—then I find out I’m pregnant. less

Billionaire. CEO. Single dad. And for the next seven days, this arrogant hunk is going to be my boss. Easy, right? All I have to do is be a good nanny to Leif Sorensen’s adorable, hell-raising, ballet-loving daughter. Keep my head down, my hands to myself, and forget about this silly crush I’ve been nursing for the past six years. So he’s big and blond and he stars in all my not-so-innocent “Hot Viking Ravages Innocent Maiden” fantasies? Who cares? Certainly not me. Nope... moreBillionaire. CEO. Single dad. And for the next seven days, this arrogant hunk is going to be my boss. Easy, right? All I have to do is be a good nanny to Leif Sorensen’s adorable, hell-raising, ballet-loving daughter. Keep my head down, my hands to myself, and forget about this silly crush I’ve been nursing for the past six years. So he’s big and blond and he stars in all my not-so-innocent “Hot Viking Ravages Innocent Maiden” fantasies? Who cares? Certainly not me. Nope. My week-long contract is my ticket out of trouble, and I’m not going to mess it up. This payday is about to solve a lot of my problems. Then I’ll move on. Except…Leif has other ideas. Like, for example, when he tugs me into a spare room and demonstrates how similar his fantasies are to mine. It’s purely intellectual, of course. We’re just comparing notes. But when my contract is over, I realize that I might have gotten myself into trouble instead of out of it. See, I’ve gone and fallen head over heels for my billionaire boss. And I do it before I realize what he’s hiding from me. .. Oh–then I find out I’m pregnant. less

Being a dog walker isn’t as glamorous as you might imagine. Unless, of course, you’re walking a tech billionaire’s German shepherd mix. And when your grumpy, gorgeous, billionaire boss asks you to spend the evenings at his place to babysit his teenage niece, who are you to refuse? You think, what could possibly go wrong? I’ll tell you what can go wrong: Your business implodes, your heart shatters, and you find out you’re carrying his baby. I’m speaking from experience here. Don’t do it... moreBeing a dog walker isn’t as glamorous as you might imagine. Unless, of course, you’re walking a tech billionaire’s German shepherd mix. And when your grumpy, gorgeous, billionaire boss asks you to spend the evenings at his place to babysit his teenage niece, who are you to refuse? You think, what could possibly go wrong? I’ll tell you what can go wrong: Your business implodes, your heart shatters, and you find out you’re carrying his baby. I’m speaking from experience here. Don’t do it. Be smarter than I was, and run. Grumpy vs. sunshine on steroids. This book is packed with banter, red-hot heat, and lots of dog-sized bow ties. less

Bonnie Delmar should be grateful for her new job. And she is! Being a nanny to a billionaire is a good gig. She’s more than grateful for the opportunity to work for Arlo Noble…until she meets him. That broad-chested, dark-haired, dark-eyed hunk? Yeah…she slept with him. Awkward. But the worst part? Judging by the blank look on his face, their mind-blowing night didn’t register as a blip on Arlo's radar. He doesn’t remember her at all... moreBonnie Delmar should be grateful for her new job. And she is! Being a nanny to a billionaire is a good gig. She’s more than grateful for the opportunity to work for Arlo Noble…until she meets him. That broad-chested, dark-haired, dark-eyed hunk? Yeah…she slept with him. Awkward. But the worst part? Judging by the blank look on his face, their mind-blowing night didn’t register as a blip on Arlo's radar. He doesn’t remember her at all. That’s okay! Bonnie needs this job more than she needs the last scraps of her pride. After all, it was three years ago. It was one anonymous night. It meant nothing. The best thing to do is never, ever, ever mention it to anyone. Especially not her new boss. But Arlo knows Bonnie’s hiding something. As his suspicions grow, he decides he’ll do anything to find out who she really is…including giving in to the urge to seduce her. Tangled pasts are no match for the sizzle of the present. When Bonnie’s secrets are revealed, Arlo must make a choice. Does he open his heart to hurt once more…or close himself off forever? …and what happens when he finds out Bonnie's carrying his child? less

All Nikki Jordan wants is to pay her bills. But when she suffers a minor injury at work, her billionaire boss Rome Blakely suspects she's going to sue. He has only one keep her close, keep her employed, and make sure she doesn't turn litigious. Close enough to bring to his next charity gala. Close enough that his biggest client thinks they're an item. One little fake date turns out to have big consequences. .. Especially when fake turns real, real turns hot, and Nikki discovers she's pregnant.

There are many ways to reunite with a former flame. Walking into his office as his newest employee, fainting at his feet, and then having him discover you've been hiding his child for seven years is probably not recommended by relationship experts. Yet here we are. Seven years ago, I met Cole at my cousin's wedding. I was a freshly dumped, slightly buzzed bridesmaid seeking refuge in the hotel bar... moreThere are many ways to reunite with a former flame. Walking into his office as his newest employee, fainting at his feet, and then having him discover you've been hiding his child for seven years is probably not recommended by relationship experts. Yet here we are. Seven years ago, I met Cole at my cousin's wedding. I was a freshly dumped, slightly buzzed bridesmaid seeking refuge in the hotel bar. He was brooding, mysterious, and saved me from a would-be thief who was clearly making poor life choices. (Kind of like me, as it turned out. ). Now he's my boss—the demanding, terrifying Cole Christianson who doesn't know the meaning of work-life balance and definitely doesn't know that we made a baby together all those years ago. I'd planned to be professional, collected, and absolutely not attracted to him anymore. Instead, I've cried in the bathroom, been cradled in his arms (again), and discovered he's engaged to someone else. The executives' retreat is next week, and at this rate, I'll be unemployed, exposed, and possibly re-seduced by the time it's over. Some women never learn. Hi, I'm some women. The Wrong Boss features all your favorite tropes:Boss/Employee romanceSecret baby/accidental pregnancySecond chanceBillionaire heroSingle mom heroineOff-limits attractionDomineering hero and a reluctant damsel in distressRed-hot steam. less

Vaughn is the rugged, single dad CEO who’s ready to get down and dirty to get what he wants. And what he wants…is her. I used to live a life of leisure, with caviar, champagne, and a closet full of designer clothes. Now I’m working two minimum-wage jobs, wondering if I’ll make rent next month. And it’s my own fault... moreVaughn is the rugged, single dad CEO who’s ready to get down and dirty to get what he wants. And what he wants…is her. I used to live a life of leisure, with caviar, champagne, and a closet full of designer clothes. Now I’m working two minimum-wage jobs, wondering if I’ll make rent next month. And it’s my own fault. The last thing I need? Some self-important patron at the restaurant where I work to look me up and down with those ice-blue eyes, lift an arrogant eyebrow, and tell me to run along and fetch him his sandwich. Especially not when he’s wearing a terrible cheap suit and obviously got rejected by the investor he was courting. He’s oh-so-rough around the edges, impossibly handsome, and he has no idea what kind of world he’s trying to break into. I do. That world used to be my own—before I got thrown out of it. So when he hires me to coach him in the ways of the rich and privileged, I know I’m stepping onto a dangerous path. It’s the love affair I never wanted. The kind of man I never deserved. And the surprise pregnancy I never expected. Now I have to know…. Will Vaughn choose me and our unborn baby? Or will he turn his back on us for the chance to finally step into the glitzy, glamorous world of Manhattan’s elite? less

Callum Frost is a billionaire CEO with a Manhattan penthouse, a venture capital empire, and a staff turnover rate that should come with a warning label. He's demanding, exacting, and so controlled that even his hair looks like it's been given instructions. I walked into his office, fixed a travel crisis his entire team couldn't solve, and walked out. He's been chasing me ever since. Late-night texts. Doubled fees I set specifically to scare him off... moreCallum Frost is a billionaire CEO with a Manhattan penthouse, a venture capital empire, and a staff turnover rate that should come with a warning label. He's demanding, exacting, and so controlled that even his hair looks like it's been given instructions. I walked into his office, fixed a travel crisis his entire team couldn't solve, and walked out. He's been chasing me ever since. Late-night texts. Doubled fees I set specifically to scare him off. His number blocked and his messages still somehow landing in my inbox. When he asked me to be his executive assistant, I told him it would take a traumatic brain injury. But Callum Frost doesn't hear no. And when he showed up uninvited to my parents' anniversary party in North Carolina—played the devoted boyfriend, held my hand, kissed me like the whole room wasn't watching—I stopped saying it. I agreed to six months. A contract. The office next to his. Professional boundaries that lasted about as long as you'd expect when the man on the other side of the wall is nothing like the cold, controlling CEO I thought I knew. Now I'm fourteen weeks pregnant, and the six-month expiration date on this arrangement just became irrelevant. less