The Darling Campbell Sisters Series by J. S. Cooper

A Hilarious Grumpy Boss Steamy Romance Book from New York Times Bestselling Author J. S. Cooper...Dear Diary, I’m having the absolute worst week. I just got evicted from my apartment, my parents just announced their divorce, and to top it off, I was just fired from my job at the coffee shop because of some ridiculously grumpy hot wall-street-looking banker and a bad cup of coffee I made. But the story gets worse because the guy that got me fired, Finn Joseph. Well, he’s now my new boss... moreA Hilarious Grumpy Boss Steamy Romance Book from New York Times Bestselling Author J. S. Cooper...Dear Diary, I’m having the absolute worst week. I just got evicted from my apartment, my parents just announced their divorce, and to top it off, I was just fired from my job at the coffee shop because of some ridiculously grumpy hot wall-street-looking banker and a bad cup of coffee I made. But the story gets worse because the guy that got me fired, Finn Joseph. Well, he’s now my new boss. Yes, I, Harriet Campbell, am now a housekeeper for a billionaire. And the joke is on him because I can’t cook or clean. And get this, this morning, he walked into my bedroom at five a.m. demanding his breakfast, and I may have told him to make it himself, which led to him pulling the sheets off the bed and revealing that I slept in the nude. Yeah, FML… only somehow I made it even worse. But I’ll save the blindfolded quasi-lap-dance breakfast story for another entry. I’m too mortified to think of it right now. ❤️ Harriet P.S. If anyone is reading my diary, I will get revenge on you in a slow, tortuous way! less

Dear Diary, Nothing in my life is going as planned. I haven’t been discovered walking down the street in my $40 Old Navy skinny jeans and told I have “The Look,” my hopes for achieving a Guinness World Record for most chocolate bars eaten isn’t even close, and no one in my family takes my writing seriously. I suppose that is the curse of being the middle child. I’m never the center of attention. Maybe that’s why I told everyone I wanted to be an attorney... moreDear Diary, Nothing in my life is going as planned. I haven’t been discovered walking down the street in my $40 Old Navy skinny jeans and told I have “The Look,” my hopes for achieving a Guinness World Record for most chocolate bars eaten isn’t even close, and no one in my family takes my writing seriously. I suppose that is the curse of being the middle child. I’m never the center of attention. Maybe that’s why I told everyone I wanted to be an attorney. I certainly grabbed their focus when I mentioned going to law school. But now that I’m working at a law firm as an intern- I hate my life. And it’s not just because of the handsome and very annoying partner at the firm who insulted me before I even got the job. Max Whitlock is his name. I consider him my arch nemesis. Which may be a bit dramatic seeing as I only met him last week. But I consider him the bane of my existence. Which is why I was shocked when he chose me to accompany him on a work trip to California. Only I wasn’t so shocked when he started bossing me around. Well you can imagine I didn’t take kindly to all his wants. So I planned a little revenge. Only it totally backfired on me. But that’s a story for another entry. Smooches, Polly Campbell less

“You up? I had the steamiest dream about you.” “Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number, but please continue if you want to.” When I sent the steamy midnight text with a sensual photo, I knew exactly who I was sending it to. I’d taken the number from my older sister’s phone because I knew she didn’t want me flirting with her boyfriend’s best friend and business partner. So when he pretended he didn’t know who I was, I decided to go along with it... more“You up? I had the steamiest dream about you.” “Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number, but please continue if you want to.” When I sent the steamy midnight text with a sensual photo, I knew exactly who I was sending it to. I’d taken the number from my older sister’s phone because I knew she didn’t want me flirting with her boyfriend’s best friend and business partner. So when he pretended he didn’t know who I was, I decided to go along with it. Having an illicit text relationship with someone I’d been forbidden from flirting with was fun and exciting. My sisters think that because I’m the youngest, I should listen to everything they have to say, but I don’t agree. They think dating Travis Chandler would be a big mistake, but I find the lawyer utterly adorable. It is true, that in person, he seems a little boring, but when we chat at night, he knows how to steam up my screen. When he says he wants to stop texting and start calling, I’m all in. In fact, I’m ready to take our relationship to the next level. No matter what my sisters think. The odd thing is that Travis’s voice doesn’t sound the same on the phone as in person. And the questions he asks me leave me puzzled. The man on the phone definitely knows who I am, but he almost seems to know too much. When I go to the firm’s office party, I decided to ask him to come clean about our nightly chats, but Travis has no idea what I am talking about. That’s when I start to realize that maybe my sisters are right. Perhaps I do act before I think. Because now I’ve gone and got myself in a highly complex situation. Because now Mr. Wrong Number wants to take it offline, and I soon realize that he’s the last person I ever would have wanted to send NSFW texts to. I think I’ve made a big mistake. less