Synergy

She's built a firewall around her heart. He's determined to crack the code. I walk into the most important meeting of my life, the one that's going to make or break my career, and he's here. The sexy charmer I met in the hailstorm outside. The guy so temptingly tasty I forgot myself, forgot I didn't do things like that, and asked him out. The worst part? He turned me down. And now he's here in my meeting. He's not charming. He's cranked off. Because of me. Well, guess what? It's not the first time I've made a tech bro cranky. Just because I wear skirts doesn't mean I'm going to let them think I'm any less of a programmer than they are. And no matter how smart he is, I'm going to show him who's the boss. It's me. And there's no way I'm going to fall for his player ways again. Not when he sends me hilarious apology gifts, not when I teach him to two-step, and certainly not when he kisses me under the stars. Oops.

Romance novels are my jam. And everyone knows the plucky assistant, that's me, always charms the billionaire in an office romance. Too bad Cooper Fallon has never read a romance novel. If he had, he'd know that if you take a fake date to a wedding, you're sure to fall for him. But I forget that when I take my work bestie, Tyler. In fact, after we dance, when he kisses me under the stars, I forget my own name. But there's no way I'm falling for my friend. Tyler is nerdy and gentle, lets me win at videogames, and gives magical foot rubs. He'd do anything for me. I won't risk losing my best friend. Besides, Cooper is who I want. Isn't he?

A farmboy and a techie meet up on tour. They couldn't be more different. But together, they're hotter than an overclocked computer chip. I didn't mean to bring my dog to my mother's stuffy fundraiser. Okay, I might have needed the excuse to get back to my artificial intelligence research, but I never meant for Bilbo Baggins to escape. And I really didn't count on a sexy lumberjack rescuing my lactose-intolerant dog from the Gorgonzola. Then one thing led to another, and Bilbo and I are on the lumberjack's-Niall's-book tour, pretending to have written the novel that my research project spat out by mistake. The only thing that's not pretend is how our clothes fly off every night. Nope, that's all too real. And even though I insisted on a no-strings fling, the smolder in those hazel eyes means he wants more. Now he's calling me his muse, and it's too late to tell him my secret. Because the whole world knows.