My Grumpy Billionaire (The Lasker Brothers #2)

by Nadia Lee

I do not need Mom finishing three bottles of vodka and executing a naked cannonball into the pool.

maybe romance novelists have their own Midnight Gods in their bedrooms, and they’re just writing from life experience.

Is that his wife? If so, he has my condolences.

You can’t get mad at somebody who smells like the first apple of the season.