Annika Martin

I'm secretly moonlighting as my boss's wake-up-call service... and things are getting spicy. OMG I can't let him find out it's me When my manager tells me to find a new service for our grumpy CEO, I think-how hard can it be? Answer: impossible. Every company has blacklisted him. So I start making the calls myself. Yes, me. At 4:30 in the freaking morning. Let's just say I'm not exactly polite. But weirdly... he likes my snarky, get-your-ass-out-of-bed tone. Now our calls are getting steamy, secrets are spilling, and he's desperate to meet the voice behind it all. Too bad the woman he's obsessed with is his one of his tired, overworked admins. How long can I keep this up?

He's hot. Arrogant. A jerk of a CEO. And my tiny rescue dog just inherited his company. I'm minding my own business running my Etsy store when I get the shock of a lifetime: my little floofball has inherited a billion-dollar empire. According to the will, I'm now the official spokesperson for my pup-which means facing off with grumpy, gorgeous CEO Henry Locke. Henry wants me gone. He tries intimidation. Then charm. Then seduction. Too bad I'm not the type to back down. Especially not for some infuriatingly gorgeous control freak in a tailored suit.

My guys and I are stunned when our worst enemy, Agent Denko, comes to us for help. Agent Denko, the man whose fondest wish is to destroy us in the most disturbing way possible, needs our help. Wuuuuuut? Are pigs flying? Has hell frozen over? Has Odin's way of removing his glasses stopped being sexy? Never At first, we're sure it's a trick. My guys' protective instincts are on full alert as they turn their sights on the man who's had us in his sights for too long. It's foolish to trust Agent Denko...right? But what if he really needs our help? How can we push him away when he holds the key everything we've always wanted?

Three hot bank robbers all to herself: checkA fabulous Italian holiday: checkEnemies long gone: checkAmazing food, clothes, and sex: check, check, and f&*king check The gang is in full vacation mode, and Isis has never been happier...until tragedy strikes the farm she had to leave behind. People are dying and her sister might be sent to prison for something she didn't do. Isis is desperate to help, but how can she? It's too dangerous for her sisters to find out she's still alive, too dangerous for the gang to return to the scene of that crime. At least that's what Thor and Zeus think. But Odin's got other ideas...and those ideas might be more dangerous than anything.

Some faceless international billionaire owns the company where I work. They say he's a notorious rake. A jet-set bad boy. And...oops I may have imitated him after a company wide conference call...which he heard, thanks to an unfortunate butt-dial. Eep Apparently he's been asking about the identity of the jokester, but I'm not worried; my co-workers will never tell-we're a loyal family. The furor dies down after a few weeks. Thank goodness, because I have my hands full with this lazy, arrogant new office gopher. He has the worst work ethic I've ever seen-how did he even get hired? He's nosy about the butt-dial, and he has the office skills of a rabbit. It's as if he's never held a job in his life. He's also wickedly sexy, but there's no way I'm ever kissing him again. I like respectable men with a work ethic, thank you very much. Also, I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something.

Isis is in for the shock of her life when the gang's mortal enemy, ruthless Agent Denko, calls the guys by their real names and spills their deepest, darkest secrets-including few things they didn't know about each other. (And even a few things they barely realized about themselves )Luckily, the guys have Denko tied up at the time, and Odin is able to slap some duct tape over his mouth, but is the damage done? Can the gang pull back together in the face of emotional chaos? Are their enemies closing in?" If I could I would give 10 more stars. I thought this was such a fantastic and thrilling book. Oh and let us not forget THAT scene." Lorrie, Amazon reviewer The Bank Robbers (read in order)1. The Hostage Bargain2. The Wrong Idea3. The Deeper Game4. The Most Wanted5. The Hard Way6. The Best Trick

Mes fr res pensent que je suis obs d , que j'imagine des fant mes, mais je te reconna trai toujours. ViktorQUI EST CETTE NONNE QUI NE MONTRE JAMAIS SON VISAGE ? Depuis qu'il a tu l'amour de sa vie, la belle et farouche Tanechka, assassin au service de la mafiya, Viktor vit dans le tourment. pr sent, des ann es plus tard, Il rencontre une nonne qui refuse de montrer son visage. Viktor est convaincu que c'est Tanechka en personne - qu'elle a surv cu, aussi improbable et invraisemblable que ce soit. Est-ce de l'obsession ? Le fruit d'une conscience coupable ? Ou est-ce leur seconde chance ?

O est Kiro ? C'est le fr re Dragusha disparu, h ritier d'un vaste empire mafieux brillant, violent et d'une f rocit barbare. Il n'a pas donn signe de vie depuis des ann es. ANN: Je suis cens e effectuer une recherche simple, sous couverture, l'Institut Fancher pour les malades mentaux dangereux, mais le patient 34 occupe toutes mes pens es. Il est tonnement jeune et beau, mais il y a autre chose. Il me semble ligot trop s v rement sur ce lit. Et il n'y a ni nom ni historique judiciaire dans son dossier. Que cachent ces gens ? Mes instincts de journaliste sont sur le qui-vive. Ce n'est pas tout. Le personnel de l'institut est persuad que les s datifs engourdissent ses moindres pens es, mais je le surprends me regarder quand il n'y a personne. Notre connexion est palpable chaque fois que j'entre dans sa chambre. Quand nos regards se croisent, je sais qu'il me comprend comme personne. Je suis cens e suivre les ordres de mon r dacteur en chef - j'ai des secrets, moi aussi -, mais tout me semble suspicieux chez le patient 34. Comment ne pas mener l'enqu te ?

"My heart is overflowing with happy and blissful feels. My top romcom read of the year " PP's Bookshelf I may be a shy letter carrier, but when my beloved apartment building is threatened by a mysterious and reclusive billionaire, I'm willing to push the envelope. I'm going to march right up to Malcolm Blackberg's fortress of fierceness and deliver a cease-and-desist notice he can't refuse. Except as soon as I get inside his gilded doors, things go sideways-I'm mistaken for Malcolm's court-ordered emotional intelligence coach, as if I'm acting out a wacky postal carrier cosplay. They drag me in, a sacrificial lamb for the big bad. Make that big, smolderingly sexy bad. So I make up a lesson involving a story about our building. He doesn't seem happy. Can he tell that I have no idea what I'm doing? Before I know it, I'm flying around the country, up close and personality testing the most devilishly exasperating man I've ever met. He's scary for sure...but the way he sometimes looks at me turns my knees to jelly, and has me writing love letters to his gorgeous eyes, his mouthwatering smile, his impressive...package. Our coaching sessions are getting hot-hot-hot, but I can't let my guard down. If he ever finds out I'm a first-class fake, I'll lose everything I've ever loved in this world

OMG - the cute little dog I adopted turns out to be a billionaire Maltese That's right, my tiny dog just inherited giant corporation ...and the jerky CEO? Not amused. I'm Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that's what my elderly neighbor says whenever I walk her dog, Smuckers.)When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to Smuckers...and she leaves Smuckers to me. Suddenly I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor's son, Henry Locke, aka New York's most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me. Rumor has it Henry's a business genius who's as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Sure, he's gorgeous. Sex-in-a-seven-thousand dollar suit. But... He's arrogant and infuriating. He refuses to listen to me when I insist I didn't con his mother. He thinks he can bully me, buy me off, control me, even seduce me. Henry may have the women of Manhattan eating out of the palm of his hand, but I'm so over entitled rich guys who think they own the world. No way will his wicked smile be charming ME out of my panties. His wicked...devastating...impossible-to-resist smile. Oh well, who needs panties anyway?