The Billionaire's Assistant

It started with a pizza.

Sort of.

The day my sleazy ex broke up with me, I got wasted on cheap wine and pineapple pizza. Except the pizza was never delivered. When a woman wants her pizza, by God, she gets her pizza!

So I called the pizza parlor. Only instead of an old Italian guy answering the phone, it's answered by a man with the smoothest, deepest, sexiest voice I've ever heard.

Thus begins weeks of hot, hot phone se—um, conversations with a man I've never met. The strange thing is, sometimes he sounds eerily similar to Byron Schaffer, my uptight, demanding boss who seeks to make my life as his personal assistant a living hell. It's a ridiculous thought, really. There's no way I've been exchanging filthy fantasies with my boss. That would be so wrong.

The days get longer, the texts get hotter, and I ask my mysterious caller the one question I'm dying to know.

Can we meet?

The Billionaire's Assistant is a standalone, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with tons of steam and a HEA.