Molly Connors can talk her way out of almost every
situation. That is, unless she’s around her boss, Kyle
Ashton, a gorgeous computer tycoon with smoldering eyes
and a long, lean body that doesn’t quit. Every move he
makes promises sophisticated sex. What woman wouldn’t go
tongue-tied?
But she can’t risk getting too close to Kyle. No one can
know that her fabulous clothes aren’t hers, or that she’s
holding on by her manicured fingertips. But once she gets
that big promotion, she’ll make good on every one of her
white lies. Uh-oh. Did Kyle really just say those three
little words? You are... fired? He did. If she doesn’t
have a job any more—or an apartment—she’ll do whatever it
takes to survive, even if it means camping out in one of
Kyle’s rarely used homes. He’ll never know. Right?
Master Of The Game
Now that the sexy con artist has been pink-slipped out of
his company and his life, Kyle can relax. Not. Molly
doesn’t play by the rules. And the very important clients
he just brought to his weekend house think that she’s his
fiancée! If that’s her game, he fully intends to win. Even
if he has to kiss her senseless…and love her all night
long…