Bad Billionaire Bosses Series by Kyra Parsi

Vengeance (noun): Punishment served by an arrogant, insufferable billionaire who’s hellbent on making you suffer over a teeny, tiny, seven-hundred-million-dollar oopsie. I regret nothing. …. Okay, maybe I regret some things. In my defense, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t get caught. Also in my defense, I had no way of knowing that “The Incident” would go viral... moreVengeance (noun): Punishment served by an arrogant, insufferable billionaire who’s hellbent on making you suffer over a teeny, tiny, seven-hundred-million-dollar oopsie. I regret nothing. …. Okay, maybe I regret some things. In my defense, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t get caught. Also in my defense, I had no way of knowing that “The Incident” would go viral. But Toronto’s most notorious billionaire isn’t exactly known for his generous or understanding spirit, and he doesn’t want to hear my excuses. Not when my little public stunt cost him the biggest investment deal of his career. What he does want is cold, hard revenge. And that’s how I find myself backed into a corner, forced to strike a deal with the snarly, green-eyed devil. I have no choice but to be at his beck and call 24 hours a day, succumbing to his every bossy whim. But as his demands—and the blistering tension—become increasingly unbearable, I can’t help but start to bite back. Adrien Cloutier isn’t a man to be messed with, though. And as the old saying goes, bad girls deserve to be punished. This is a full-length enemies-to-lovers romance with loads of spicy banter and laugh-out-loud moments, featuring a dimpled bosshole devil in a suit and the smart-mouthed woman who brings him to his knees. (Literally. ). ✓ Enemies to lovers. ✓ Forced proximity. ✓ Fake relationship. ✓ Only one bed. ✓ Three slow-burn peppers. ✓ Good girl. less

He’s the arrogant, grumpy billionaire bane of my existence. .. and now I’m his full-time, live-in dating coach. I’ve never failed to match a client—until him. Jackson Sinclair has dragged me through eight months of matchmaking hell, and I have the carnage of broken hearts to prove it. But I refuse to get fired from my dream job because of some infuriatingly gorgeous billionaire and his absurd criteria for a wife. The plan is simple... moreHe’s the arrogant, grumpy billionaire bane of my existence. .. and now I’m his full-time, live-in dating coach. I’ve never failed to match a client—until him. Jackson Sinclair has dragged me through eight months of matchmaking hell, and I have the carnage of broken hearts to prove it. But I refuse to get fired from my dream job because of some infuriatingly gorgeous billionaire and his absurd criteria for a wife. The plan is simple. All I have to do is infiltrate his penthouse, pretend to be his blind date, and figure out what the actual f*ck his actual f*cking problem is. It’ll be fine. He doesn’t know what I look like. Except I nearly drown in Satan-clair’s massive pool, he figures out who I am, and now I’m forcibly glued to his side for the next 30 days. It’s a nightmare, until it’s not. I hate him, until I discover everything he’s been hiding. We fight, until the tension boils over into sizzling temptation. Jackson Sinclair may not believe in soulmates, and he may not believe in love, but little does he know, he’s finally met his match…. ✓ Enemies to lovers. ✓ Spicy banter. ✓ Matchmaker. ✓ Forced proximity. ✓ Opposites attract. ✓ Three slow-burn peppers. ✓ Man obsessed. ✓ Good girl. less

He’s the undisputed loathe of my life. My blood-sworn nemesis. And the man whose toilets I have to scrub for the next thirty days. How’s your week going? It’s inspiring, really—the son of a single mother from humble beginnings rises to become one of the most successful men on the planet, then goes off to exact revenge on the spoiled, bratty heiress he’s been dying to strangle since preschool. The wicked little witch that—allegedly—had his mother fired just to get rid of him... moreHe’s the undisputed loathe of my life. My blood-sworn nemesis. And the man whose toilets I have to scrub for the next thirty days. How’s your week going? It’s inspiring, really—the son of a single mother from humble beginnings rises to become one of the most successful men on the planet, then goes off to exact revenge on the spoiled, bratty heiress he’s been dying to strangle since preschool. The wicked little witch that—allegedly—had his mother fired just to get rid of him. The self-centered, ungrateful hellion who—allegedly—has never touched a kitchen glove in her life. It’s so satisfying, such delicious due justice, watching him corner her into striking a deal to be his maid for a month. Too bad he’s so full of sh*t. “Hatred” barely scratches the surface. “Enemy” is too mild a term. It’s twenty years of pent-up frustration, rivalry, taunting, and resentment coming to a head. Thirteen years of quiet heartbreaks, stolen glances, and unrequited butterflies getting buried deeper. And thirty days of playing with fire… until we finally push each other just a little too far, our flame starts to burn just a little too bright, and all the secrets we tried so hard to hide come spilling into the light. Dominic Crawford has always been the villain in my story, and I’m the fool who fell head over heels in love with him anyway. ✓ Enemies to Lovers. ✓ Childhood nemesis. ✓ Forced proximity. ✓ MMC obsessed. ✓ Boss x employee. ✓ Banter. ✓ Spice games 🔥🔥🔥. less