I have my reasons for walking into Chelsea Singer's cupcake shop with an axe. Too bad I've forgotten what they are.
Hell, I forgot my own name the second she flashed those blue eyes and offered up a double-fudge cupcake with Irish cream frosting. I may look like a grumpy lumberjack, but I'm a sof...
He’s the boss. She’s the assistant who will bring him to his knees.
Roman Bliss is used to being in charge. Everything at the Bliss Resort is under his firm control until a brunette bombshell in a red bikini sashays into his office, claiming to be his new assistant.
He can’t believe the ...