Off the Books Series
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She wanted to write a bestseller. She wasn't ready for the plot twist.
Being an indie romance author was supposed to be a dream come true. But after publishing umpteen books, I still haven’t “made it” and now I’m just waiting for the dark cloak of insignificance to completely snuff out my career.
I decide to roll the dice on a marketing guru who swears he can yank me out of obscurity. But after a frantic search for “book boyfriend material” and an unexpected bar encounter, I accidentally blow my entire budget on an escort.
Forrest is a charming single dad by day and hotter-than-sin escort by night. But before I can fire him and ask for a refund, he reminds me how I got here in the first place… I’m in desperate need of inspiration.
He might be a walking red flag, but Forrest is ready to be my muse, which means spending the next three months helping me “research” my next bestseller. (Hey, I’m manifesting here.) Our game plan? Act out all the romance novel tropes that make a bingeable love story: brooding billionaires, masked men, cowboys in small towns, and even swoon-worthy green flags.
Forrest plays all the book boyfriend parts perfectly. So perfectly I’m starting to wonder if his feelings for me might be real, or if he’s just earning his paycheck. I’m not sure if I’m trying to write a love story or live one out.
After all, there is no such thing as happily ever after with a professional escort…right?
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Amidst paparazzi and public lies, a starlet navigates fake relationships and real feelings in a quest to reclaim her music and her heart.
A pop princess with her career in ruins is forced into a fake PR relationship with Hollywood actor, Grayson, to save her image. Except her new fake boyfriend is less than charming, and she seeks companionship elsewhere. She ends up hiring an escort, convinced losing her virginity is the way to elicit a sexy spark into her music, which the industry desperately wants from her. Except the escort, Taio, isn't interested in rushing her first time. Instead, they build a friendship and strike up a bedroom lessons arrangement. When they are caught by the paparazzi spending time together after hours, she's forced to feed out a lie to the tabloids that Taio is her bodyguard. With a new male threat prevalent, Grayson begins to show Charlie attention (out of competitiveness), and Taio, who has been hurt before and is convinced he'll never settle down and leave escorting. Now Charlie is caught in a bizarre fake love-triangle while trying to revive her dwindling music career, doing her best to figure out what an actual happily ever after looks like and whether that might be off-stage.
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Experience a sizzling, age-gap romance where passion knows no boundaries and second chances are just the beginning.
An almost-forty, major fashion designer and mogul, is newly divorced and debating starting over with a new company that doesn't involve her controlling billionaire-ex who owns (and funded the start up of) her prior company. She suddenly finds out that her estranged childhood best friend was going through a pregnancy via surrogate, but passed away, leaving her as the guardian of her unborn child. Distraught, Celeste hires an escort to accompany her to the funeral, so she doesn't have to face her guilt and panic alone. Fully convinced she's going to find an alternate solution for the baby, Saylor urges her to entertain the idea, claiming that Celeste's life is just getting started. They engage in a steamy relationship that's supposed to be temporary, but with a "maybe baby" on the way, playing house is suddenly feeling all too real despite their major age gap, and Celeste is starting to wonder if forty might actually be her second chance at the life she forfeited decades ago.
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The first time I fell in love, I was sixteen. For two blissful years I smelled like nothing but buttercream and stolen moments.
Dalton was the boy next door who had nothing but flour on his hands and big dreams. But somehow that felt like more than enough. He baked me pastries in secret, kissed me on rooftops, and promised me a life that tasted better than anything I could wish for.
But the night we were supposed to vanish together, he disappeared first and took all our plans of forever with him.
Instead, I married the man who was supposed to be straight from a fairytale. Except the castle he whisked me off to is a gilded cage, and it turns out glass slippers are shockingly painful. No wonder our marriage fell apart—it was all just fiction.
So when yet another lonely birthday rolls around, I do something admittedly reckless—I hire an escort. Just a secret stranger to get me through the night.
Except it’s not a stranger standing in my doorway. It’s Dalton—older, a little rougher around the edges, and still looking at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted but couldn’t afford.
He thinks he’ll never be worthy of my world. I’m desperate to escape it.
What if the sweetest ending is the one you almost lost?