Cassie-Ann L. Miller

Keeland Masters... Growing up, he was the boy next door, my older brother's best friend, the guy who asked me to the prom...and then stood me up. He just vanished into thin air.Now that he's back in town, he wants to come over to play. And I'm not talking hopscotch. But he's hurt me once, so I'm sticking to my side of the fence no matter how good he looks pushing that lawnmower in all his tanned, toned shirtless glory.Samantha Trotten... I should have been her first kiss. I should have been her "first time". Instead, I ended up being the first jerk to break her heart. But a lot of things were outside of my control back then. I've been to hell and back over the past few years. She doesn't even know the half of it.Now, I'm back in town and I know I should keep my distance. But now that I've laid eyes on Sammie, all I want is a do-over...And I won't quit until I get it."Dirty Neighbor" is book one in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.

Dirty Neighbor

He's the hot single dad next door. My brother's best friend...And I want him to be my lover.From the first time I meet Leo Montgomery, I know that I'm in trouble. His dark, heated gaze skittering down my body sets my skin on fire. A rare sighting of his elusive, heart-stopping smile and--dear lord--I think I just ovulated. But then, he hires me to babysit his adorable little troublemaker after school and now my maternal instincts are working overtime.It was never supposed to be more than a harmless crush on my older brother's best friend. But (accidentally) showing him my enormous, red granny panties was probably my first mistake. (Apparently, he's into that sort of thing.) That slow, sensual kiss on the back porch didn't help matters, either.We need an outlet for the combustible sexual tension between us. There's no denying it. But he says he can't be my boyfriend. He won't let me into his closely guarded heart.I tell him that's okay. After all, we don't need a title. We don't need to be together. We can just be lovers. Can't we?Well, as it turns out, the road to hell is paved with good intentions...and enormous, red granny panties.Lover Boy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, single-dad-next-door romance set in small town Illinois. It is book 1 in the Blue Collar Bachelors series.Lover Boy is a full-length (60 000-word) romantic comedy standalone. No cheating. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

A Military Single Dad Next Door Romance

Lover Boy

Playing House

Mister Billions

Faith MonroeI've been catfished. My fairytale Internet romance has quickly turned into a nightmare. Now, I'm stranded 2000 miles from home with no ID, no money and nowhere to lay my head on this hellish California night...He was supposed to be my valiant white knight, a friend-of-a-friend sent to save me from my poor life choices. But, Maxwell Masters likes to play dirty...he wants something in return. (No, not THAT. Get your mind out of the gutter).Maxwell MastersI'm the ultimate pro football bad boy. And after a string of bar brawls, a bit of bad behavior on social media and a drunken game of naked truth-or-dare on a public beach, my career is on the line. My only hope of saving my very lucrative contract is to prove to the team's management that I'm a changed man in a committed relationship and that my player moves are now reserved exclusively for the football field. So, when the gorgeous friend-of-a-friend happens to stumble into my life, desperate vulnerable and in need of rescuing, I see the perfect opportunity. Faith Monroe will be my fake fianc�e. Unless she'd rather hitchhike her fine ass all the way back to Reyfield, Illinois."Dirty Player" is book two in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.

Dirty Player

The Wild Side

Mister Baller

He was the handsome stranger at the bar. I was the jilted bride sobbing into the train of my wedding dress. It was supposed to be one night...Fate had other plans."Come up to my room with me..."The invitation came in a deep, husky voice as I was sobbing into my floral arrangement and consuming all the alcohol during the lowest night of my life. I should have said 'no'. It was wrong to accept the handsome soldier's offer. But I was hurting. I wanted those rough hands and those soft lips and that sculpted body on me. To ease the pain. Just for one night.I was never supposed to see him again. But two years later, he's here--in Copper Heights, Illinois--just as tall, rugged and charming as the night we met. Meanwhile, I've got green pea puree in my hair, dark circles around my eyes and I can't remember the last time I changed out of these yoga pants.Yup--things are different now. I'm different now. I'm a mother. Overworked, sleep deprived and running on an empty tank. Plus, I have a business to run and I'm determined to prove that I can do it on my own.But he's a distraction. He's staring at me, his dark, compelling eyes raking my rumpled figure like I just stepped off a runway. I must be dreaming because there's no way he's attracted to me. Agreeing to let him work at my daycare is a terrible idea. I'm his boss in the day. But at night, he's in my bed and he's calling all the shots.The charming tower of a man has his secrets and I've got mine. I should really keep my distance.This is going to be a nightmare...so why is he watching me like I'm his dream come true?Dream Boy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, secret baby second chance romance set in small town Illinois. It is the much-anticipated conclusion to the Blue Collar Bachelors series.

A Secret Baby Second Chance Romance

Dream Boy

He's my best friend. He's a player...And now, he wants me in his bed. Charlie Hartley is the thing that addictions are made of. At least that's what I've heard from the parade of desperate women who've gone through his bedroom's revolving door.Brash and unapologetic, tattooed and insanely handsome. I'm sure there's a Charlie Addicts Anonymous meeting taking place somewhere in the great state of Illinois as we speak.I've become really good at keeping him at arm's length and keeping my silly crush under control. After all, it's a skill I've been perfecting since the first time he stood up to a bully for me back in the 8th grade.But when he offers to escort me to my 83-year-old grandmother's wedding, I start seeing him in a new light. Maybe there's more to him than that smoking hot body and those playful, flirtatious eyes.Now, we're growing closer, crossing lines, shattering boundaries. I've strutted out of the friend zone and straight into his bed.But that's perfectly fine because I'm a tough girl. I can manage a juvenile, little crush. And there's no chance that a guy like Charlie will start catching feelings for me.One drunken night of hot sex won't change our friendship...Will it?Play Boy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, friends-to-lovers romance set in small town Illinois. It is book 2 in the Blue Collar Bachelors series.Play Boy is a full-length (60 000-word) romantic comedy standalone. No cheating. No cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed.

A Bad Boy Friends-To-Lovers Romance

Play Boy

My best friend's handsome, charming brother needs to close a business deal for his law firm and to do that, he needs a fiancee. I should just say 'no', but he isn't the only one in need of a favor. He promises that he can help me land the internship I need to launch my career.It's strictly business...until he looks at me with those bedroom eyes and he flashes me that panty-melting smile.What the hell have I gotten myself into?"Dirty Favor" is a novella in the "Dirty Suburbs" series of stand-alone romantic comedies set in small town Illinois. It was first released in large part as "Dirty, Little Proposition" in the "White Ribbon Collection" charity anthology in November 2016. It has since been re-edited and extended.

Dirty Favor

IslaI'm paying alimony to my idiot ex-husband, my business hardly makes enough to keep the lights on and I'm literally holding my car together with duct tape. Scratch that, I'm holding my life together with duct tape. So I won't go on a date with the mysterious, new-in-town barista who makes my morning soy hazelnut latte just the way I like it.He'd better stop trying to hypnotize me with those honey eyes and those bulging shoulders that stretch the jersey of his coffee shop uniform, because I have enough on my plate and the last thing I need is yet another liability.ReubenThe cinnamon-haired yoga chick who orders the soy hazelnut latte every morning won't give me a shot. She thinks I'm just some college boy with student loans trying to get in her pants. Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions...Well, she's right about one thing. From the moment she first sauntered into this coffee shop with her long legs and her sad eyes, I've wanted to toss her onto the polished wooden counter and show her just how much of a man I am. There's so much more to me than meets the eye. I'm just trying to make her fall for me before my secrets make it to town."Dirty Stranger" is book three in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.

Dirty Stranger

LilyI'm a little hormonal right now. Y'see, I found the ring at the bottom of his sock drawer, a modest diamond sitting on a thin, yellow gold band. But now 8 weeks later, it's gone. He returned it and my once-devoted boyfriend is having second thoughts. Did I mention that I'm pregnant? Anyway, I had to get out of the city and I had nowhere else to go. So, I jumped in my car and headed to Reyfield, Illinois. Now I'm working for a grumpy cowboy who sets my hormones into overdrive. Great. Just great.JakobI like to keep to myself. Just me and my farm. So when a chatty city girl shows up in search of work, I'm hesitant to hire. But with her adorable blond ringlets and her pretty pink lips, I can't bring myself to say 'no'. And did I mention that she's pregnant?Anyway, I've got to keep my head on straight and ignore the way she sends my libido into overdrive, all while keeping this farm from plunging into bankruptcy. Great. Just great."Dirty Lover" is book six in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.

Dirty Farmer

It was a heat-of-the-moment agreement scribbled onto the back of a crinkled gas station receipt nine years ago.
"If neither of us are married by age 30, we'll marry each other."

Haha! So funny!

Cash moved to a city 500 miles away. Building his billion-dollar empire. Making a name for himself.
Me? I stayed in our gossipy hometown. Working a simple job. Living a simple life.
And we never discussed the marriage pact again.

But I just turned the big three-oh.
And Cash showed up at my door, in the middle of a freaking rainstorm.
Tall, muscled and soaking wet.
With a birthday cake in his hand and a daring smirk that says he means business.

Holy plot twist! Didn't see that coming!

Now the small town rumor mill is in overdrive.
Cash is dissolving my defences with those sexy half-smiles he saves just for me.
And my brain is exploding with what ifs...

What if we give this a shot?
What if we're crazy enough to try?
What if we're good together?

We've always been 'just friends'. We're experts at playing it safe.
But his skin on my skin leaves me reeling. His oh-so-fiery kisses melt my excuses.
I know our decade-plus friendship is on the line. But I'm aching to see Cash's wild side.

When I went back to that dingy motel room with the tempting stranger from the bar, I had no idea that he was my older brother’s best friend. And my soon-to-be roommate.

I’m Karli Brighton, reigning Queen of Epic Screw-Ups.
With twelve med school rejection letters burning a hole in my back pocket, I’m back in my quirky hometown for the summer. Grumpy and shame-faced, I’m not exactly in the mood to make new friends.

Having a wild one-night stand with the charming pretty boy I meet at a local bar to feel better about myself? Probably not the smartest idea.
But in the morning when I crawl out of his sweaty motel sheets, I take comfort in knowing that I’ll never see the gorgeous stranger again.

Until he strolls into my family home one hour later.
Suitcases in hand. Shock painted on his perfect face.
Gasoline, meet Dumpster Fire. Ka-boom!!

The mystery man is my brother’s best friend. He just moved to town to help out with my family’s medical clinic.
Dr. Walks-Around-In-His-Bath-Towel is off-limits to me. But now, he's staying in the bedroom across the hallway.
Just my luck.

Mason and I are at a stalemate.
I need a place to lick my wounds while I figure out my next move.
He needs a roof over his head while he builds a new life for himself.
We each have so much to lose. Especially if my brother discovers our secret.

So we both promise to keep our hands to ourselves.
Lines are drawn in the sand. House rules are signed in ink.
The bathroom schedule is sealed with a handshake.

This won’t be so bad. Right…? Maybe…?
We’ll see.

But then our ‘snarky banter’ leads to 'heated kisses’ leads to ‘more’…Yikes. We’re headed for disaster.


Wild Thing

Bad Boy

He's too suave. He has too much swagger. And an ego of royal proportions.I probably didn't make a great first impression.Rushing through his apartment door--practically naked aside from the plastic shower cap on my head--and charging for his bathroom as if my skin was on fire.What was I supposed to do? Wait around for a white knight to swoop through my bathroom window with a wrench and a toilet plunger to save me from my faulty plumbing situation? Insert eye roll here.Anyway, that's the story of how I met my new landlord...But Xavier George Andrew Henry Cambridge is more than just the guy who swings by on the 1st of the month to collect the rent. He's a real-life prince. Second in line to the throne of a country no one's ever heard of. Hiding out in this middle-of-nowhere small town to avoid his princely duties.He's a charming bastard with an intoxicating accent, a potent smile and muscles. Many, many muscles. He's also the perfect gentleman when he needs to be. He makes me laugh despite myself. And he sees right through the tough facade I show the world.I'm falling. I can't help myself. And I know he wants me, too. But something's holding him back. He won't give in and it's driving me crazy.I've never been one to shy away from a challenge...but getting past the armour around this man's heart will be my biggest challenge yet.Rich Boy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud royal landlord romantic comedy set in small town Illinois. It is book 5 in the Blue Collar Bachelors series.

A Bad Boy Landlord Royal Romance

Rich Boy

People assume that my marriage is over. They're wrong.She kicked me out. She changed the locks. She had me served with those damn divorce papers.But if Grace Monroe-Trotten thinks she's getting rid of me that easy, she's mistaken. She doesn't know the lengths I'd go to for her. I'm not giving up on my wife, on my son, on my marriage.I've changed. And a real man isn't scared to jump through hoops (wearing ridiculous men's yoga pants) to prove it.I may not deserve a second chance but I'm gonna fight like hell to get back in her heart and in her bed. "Dirty Forever" is the much-anticipated conclusion to the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.HEA guaranteed. No cliffhangers and no cheating, promise.

Dirty Forever

Mistake #1: Thinking I could be ‘just friends’ with Dr. Heartbreak.
Mistake #2: Believing I could let him swipe my V-Card without falling in love.
But giving him my heart would be my biggest mistake of all.

I have no business getting involved with Felix Brighton.
I’ve seen the way he moves through our small town.
With his playful smiles, his hypnotic eyes and his easygoing charm, women are all over him with every step he takes.

Meanwhile, I’m just sweet, quiet Daphne Beaumont…
Just his younger sister’s best friend…
Just the girl he’s barely ever noticed…

Until I somehow end up in more trouble than I can handle.
And Felix makes it his duty to swoop in and save the day.

He should be focused on taking over his father’s medical practice. But all he seems to do is focus on me.
I should be busy preparing for the grand opening of my vintage clothing shop. But all I seem to think about is when I’ll run into him again.

Because I’ve noticed the way he’s been looking at me lately.
Now, I’m curious for a little taste.

But that one itty, bitty kiss explodes into a five-alarm fire that lands us both in loads of smokin’ hot trouble.
That’s how we end up fake-engaged and scrambling to save his dad's medical center.
That’s how we end up sleeping under the same roof.

Welp. We might as well make the most of a bad situation, right?
And what could be more fun than one toe-curling, cherry-popping, V-Card swiping night in Felix’s bed?

Of course, we can handle it. We’re ‘just friends’, after all.
Plus, I have a list of strict rules to make sure I don’t fall in love.

Except, Felix starts falling for me. Hard and fast.
And with every hot touch and every sweet kiss, he’s dragging me right along with him.

I won’t give him my heart, though.
I mean—I call him ‘Dr. Heartbreak’ for a reason.
Too bad he’s already got my heart in his back pocket. And it’s already shattered in two.

Cassie-Ann L. Miller

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