Misha Bell

When I'm late for a job interview and get stuck on an elevator with an annoyingly sexy, ancient-Rome-obsessed grump, the last thing I expect is for him to be the billionaire owner of the building. I also don't expect to almost kill him...accidentally, of course....

My new assignment at work: Test out toys. Yup, that kind. Well, technically, it’s to test the app that controls the toys remotely. One problem? The showgirl who’s supposed to test the hardware (as in, the actual toys) joins a nunnery....

To win custody of his baby daughter, Adrian Westfield wants to make me his fake wife....

I slept with my trainer. And as it turns out, I’m not the only one. Apparently, he sleeps with all his clients. So I block him—the last thing I need is another a-hole in my life. Especially one as irresistibly charming and handsome as Ashton Vancroft. The catch?

A cactus-loving botanist, an Ancient Rome-obsessed grumpy billionaire, and a demonic Persian cat walk into an elevator... and almost don't make it out.

An opportunity to tell off the billionaire whose bank took my childhood home? Yes, please! The greedy, arrogant jerk thinks I’m here to interview for the job of his dog trainer (a.k.a. nanny), but he’s got a big storm coming....

Thanks to my needy pet rat, I’m banned from working at all Florida theme parks. So what’s a person to do? Get a job as a mascot for a local hockey team, of course. I didn’t expect to get pushed into a pool on my first day by the grouchiest, hottest player on the team.

A daredevil prince wants to pay me mega-bucks to train him to hold his breath underwater for 10 minutes? Sign me up. Except I’m a magician, not a stunt consultant....

Unexpectedly becoming an heiress should've made all my problems go away, but instead, I have three new, huge ones: two giant tortoises and a lean, mean two-hundred-pound hockey player named Mason.

So, my Chihuahua fell in love with a bear. Excuse me, a giant, bear-like dog. Now, the bear’s scorching hot owner is on my case, demanding an STD test...for my pet. Another problem with this doggy love affair? The bear’s mysterious owner may be the key to funding my new venture....

My grandparents’ grumpy neighbor is as hot as the lethal Florida sun. And like the sun, he’s bad for me. My taste in men is the worst - just ask my ex and his restraining order.....

My name is Blue - insert a mood-related joke here - and I’m a femme fatale in training. My goal is to join the CIA. Unfortunately, I have a tiny issue with birds, and the closest I’ve come to my dream is working for a government agency that’s disturbingly up-to-speed....

My name is Holly Hyman. I love order and prime numbers - and I’m in trouble. The company I work for is pivoting, and not in a way I like. Our new management? Alex Chortsky, a gorgeous, scruffy Russian devil. Our new direction? VR entertainment of the spicy kind....

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Or does it? Okay, let me explain. I broke into my crush’s dressing room to sniff his tights and got busted while, um... you get the idea. He then kind of, sort of blackmailed me into agreeing to a fake green card marriage with him....

Honey Hyman (do not call her "hon") is all leather, piercings, and tattoos. And yes, she may be just a tad deal-obsessed, but who isn't? It’s not like her using coupons is stealing from anyone....

An overworked single mom from New York City. A billionaire surfer from Florida. Can the turn of the tide bring these two together?

Der mürrische Nachbar meiner Großeltern ist so heiß wie die tödliche Sonne Floridas. Und wie die Sonne, ist er schlecht für mich. Mein Männergeschmack ist der schlechteste—fragen Sie nur meinen Ex und seine einstweilige Verfügung....

Mein Name ist Blue—fügen Sie hier einen Witz über Alkohol ein—und ich bin eine Femme fatale in Ausbildung. Mein Ziel ist es, der CIA beizutreten....

Ein spunkiger Prinz will mich dafür bezahlen, dass ich ihm beibringe, wie man unter Wasser zehn Minuten lang die Luft anhält? Zählen Sie mich dazu. Aber ich bin ein Zauberer, kein Stunt-Berater. Das kann ich meinem Kunden natürlich nicht antun....

Es ist allgemein bekannt, dass ein alleinstehender Mann, der Gesichtsbehaarung hat, sich rasieren will. Und Aufräumen. Und ein falsches Date braucht....