Isla Chiu

Office Hours

I'm Celia, a former pre-med student and bored waitress who's on the fast track to nowhere. In between shifts and staring at my almost empty fridge, I write cheesy fanfiction featuring my favorite K-pop group Afternoon 4 and hope for something to change my life. Little do I know that I would find that life-changing something during a shift and meet the members of Afternoon 4 in the freaking flesh. And imagine my absolute shock when I find out that one of them wants me. ***A sweet and sexy story with an alpha male idol, insta-love, and a happy ending!*** WORD COUNT: 6,000

A K-Pop Insta-Love Story

Call Me Oppa

Loving the Chase

My future used to look so promising. I graduated from high school at the top of my class and got into Princeton. But then I flunked out of the Ivy League school. Now I'm prancing around in a skimpy French maid outfit while waiting on sleazy rich guys at Parisian Dream. Ag, more like Parisian Nightmare. I don't think things could get any worse until I find myself waiting on Gerald Holland, my former best friend. And it turns out he's still a little—okay, very—salty about how I rejected him in high school. But though he acts like he hates me, he also acts like he still wants me... WORD COUNT: 7,300 Excerpt: He's treating me like a charity case. If I had a little more pride, I would tell him to take back his money. But I have a stupid amount of student loans to pay off for my one semester of college, so I keep the cash. "What do you do nowadays?" I ask. Gerald definitely had a glow-up after high school. He lost all of his baby fat and now looks like the stereotypical handsome rich guy from a romance novel. Chiseled cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a sleek blond haircut straight out of an expensive salon. His emerald-green eyes are the same though. "I design apps," he says. "I recently sold one to Google for a pretty penny." That explains the custom-tailored suit and Rolex. He grins. "Not bad for someone who had a 2.0 GPA in high school, eh?" "Not bad," I murmur. I should be glad for Gerald—and I am—but his success makes my failure all the more painful. In high school, people expected great things from me and expected nothing from Gerald. Yet I'm a Princeton dropout and he is a Rolex-wearing tech mogul. "I bet you regret rejecting me in high school." I glare at him. "Did you just come here to rub your success in my face?" "That's one reason. The other reason is I had a burning desire to see you in a sexy French maid outfit." He glances at my cleavage and legs, making me blush. "A wet dream come true."

Alpha Male Blast from the Past

The last thing I expected this Thanksgiving was to meet an alien prince. Because I have no life and no friends, I'm working a shift at the convenience store on Thanksgiving. I expect the day to be completely uneventful. Then a freaking UFO lands in the parking lot. Sani is a 7-foot-tall green man with 12-pack abs, and he's a prince from the planet Eler. Even crazier? He is in search of a mate because he needs to repopulate his kingdom. And he wants me to be his mate... ***Get ready for Thanksgiving with this sweet and sexy short story containing cavity-inducing instalove, a baffled heroine, a well-equipped alien prince, and a HEA! Part of Romance Books You Should Be Reading: The Holiday Collection, a collaboration between your favorite authors of paranormal and scifi romance!*** Excerpt: My eyes almost leap out of my head when Sani casually lies next to me. “Oh, are we sleeping together?” I ask. Surprised, he asks, “Does that make you uncomfortable? Should I sleep on the floor?” Willing myself to sound as cool as a cucumber, I say, “I’m fine.” He looks unconvinced. “I don’t mind sleeping on the floor. I’ve slept on more uncomfortable surfaces.” I shake my head. “I’m fine,” I say again, though having Sani’s tall and muscular body so close to mine is causing my heart to race. “Are you sure?” “I’m sure,” I say, though I’m totally not. He nods. “Okay.” For the next few minutes, we lie in silence. I try to go to sleep, but my every cell is so aware of Sani. I can feel his warmth and smell his scent, which is sweet and spicy. I wonder if it’s his natural scent or a cologne. Do people on his planet wear cologne? I watch him out of the corner of my eye. The more I look at him, the more handsome I find him. “Can’t sleep?” he asks. “Are you considered attractive on your planet?” I blurt out. Oh, for the love of God, why did I ask that? Luckily, he doesn’t seem offended by my question. “I guess so.” Then he asks me, “How about you?” “I’m pretty average.” I’m not ugly, but I’m not beautiful. On my best days, I might be called pretty cute. “Really? I would’ve thought you were well above average.” I suppress a giggle. If a human guy told me that my looks were “well above average,” I would’ve been like, “What the f**k?” But for some reason, when Sani tells me that, joy warms my insides. “Thank you.” “Do you find me attractive?” I stare at him, at all of his defined lines, smooth green skin, all-violet eyes, full dark blue lips. “Yes,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He strokes my cheek. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” I breathe, “I don’t mind.”

An Alien Prince for Thanksgiving

The last thing I expected this Thanksgiving was to find out that my college's (hot) star quarterback is a werewolf. After my mom tells me that she's going to Jamaica with her new boyfriend, I expect to spend Thanksgiving with me, myself, and I. Then I come across a freaking wolf on campus. Just as I think I'm about to die, the wolf transforms into Colin freaking Buchard, our school's very hot, very naked star quarterback. Then I faint... Get ready for Thanksgiving with this sweet and sexy short story containing cavity-inducing instalove, a sexy werewolf, and a happy ending! Excerpt: I shriek when a shirtless Colin strolls into the room. I relax a little when I notice that he's wearing jeans. In my memory/dream/acid-induced hallucination, he was naked. Pink creeps into my cheeks. "Is your head feeling okay?" he asks. When he sits next to me and caresses the back of my head, I freeze. He's so close to me. I can feel his warmth and smell him. He smells clean, like soap and laundry detergent. Not like the boys in my high school, who smelled like sweat and gym socks and dollar-store cologne. The ability to breathe escapes me as I look at his eyes. They're a gorgeous shade of blue, like the wolf in my memory/dream/acid-induced hallucination. "You're a…you're a…" My voice shakes. Werewolf. The word is stuck on the tip of my tongue. "Yes, I'm a werewolf," he says, very matter of fact. I blurt out, "Please don't kill me! I won't tell anyone about your secret! I promise!" He's amused. "I'm not going to hurt you. I mean, don't get me wrong, I would appreciate it if you didn't make a Facebook post announcing, 'Colin Buchard is a werewolf!' But I'm not going to threaten a cute little thing like you." Did Colin just call me cute? Admittedly, my inner high school nerd squeals. The hot jock just called me cute! "What's your name?" he asks. "Lucy Zhang?" I inwardly wince. I sound like I'm too dumb to know my own name. "Lucy Zhang," he repeats, his deep, warm voice like hot chocolate. I couldn't care less about football, but it's impossible to go to my college and not know about Colin Buchard. His dad is a wealthy businessman who is friends with Bill Gates, and rumor has it that the NFL is desperately trying to sign him. According to Jane, who does give a s**t about football, Colin has the talent to be the next Tom Brady. Lord, he is handsome. Those blue eyes, messy-in-a-good-way dark brown hair, cheekbones that could cut glass...

A Werewolf Jock for Thanksgiving

The moment the common-born magnate Derek Middleton lays his eyes on the beautiful Lady Athena Dashbourne, he knows he must have her. However, her father is the Earl of Friarwell, and the snobbish nobleman is determined to keep his daughter away from any member of the nouveau riche. Derek never met a challenge he could not conquer, and he is determined to make Athena his wife, even if it means compromising her... ***Warning: may contain historical inaccuracies and definitely contains an obsessed alpha male! If you can get with that, enjoy this sexy instalove short story!*** Excerpt: Because the earl was nowhere to be seen, she decided to escape the ballroom and go outside. Luckily, it was the middle of June, so the night air was warm. She took a deep breath. She hated always having to try to please her father. She hardly ever succeeded in her efforts. But unfortunately, she could not do as she pleased. Whether she liked it or not, she depended on her father. If he wished, he could throw her out onto the streets. If she wished to continue having a roof over her head and food in her belly, she had to play the dutiful daughter. “Shouldn’t you be dancing with scores of gentlemen inside?” Anxiety gripped her as she turned around and saw a dark-haired man looking at her. He was undoubtedly a handsome man with his unforgettable blue eyes and strong jawline, but he also frightened her. He stared at her like a wolf stared at a plump, defenseless pig. Like he wanted to devour her whole. Her first impulse was to run away. However, when she tried to take a step, he caught her arm, startling her. “What…what are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely audible. Not answering her question, he said, “I was joking. I don’t want you dancing with other gentlemen.” His tone sounded possessive, which bewildered her. This man was a stranger to her. So why was he looking at her as if he owned her?

Compromising the Earl's Daughter

Scarlett knows she shouldn't be coming home at almost two in the morning. Her new (and inconveniently drop-dead gorgeous) guardians Benjamin and Max are strict as hell and would not approve of her breaking her curfew. And they definitely would not approve of her skimpy little outfit. Lucky for her, her guardians are going to show her an unusual method of discipline... Warning: this short story is dirty. Enjoy ;) WORD COUNT: 2,400

Caught by the Men of the House

He wants more than just my cookies. The ramblings of dead philosophers put me to sleep. What doesn't put me to sleep? My very alive, very sexy Intro to Philosophy professor. I have a major crush on Professor Newhart, but of course I don't expect it to go anywhere. Because a relationship between a student and a professor? That would be so inappropriate. And I doubt that plain old me would ever catch the eye of the sexy professor. But then he tries my cookies at a bake sale. And soon after, he's determined to also have me for dessert. WORD COUNT: 5,700 Excerpt: My heart nearly leaps out of my chest when I see Professor Newhart standing next to me. He's wearing a light blue button-down that reveals an oh-so-tempting bit of his chest, and I have to remind myself not to drool. He's so close to me that I can smell his sweet and spicy cologne, a scent that makes me want to lean toward him and breathe him in. "Are you 21?" he asks. Oh s**t. My lust quickly evaporates at his question. "Um…" He smirks. "You should be glad that I'm not a cop." My cheeks redden. "Are you going to report me?" "That depends." My stomach drops. "On what?" "Are you going to report me for this?" Making me gasp, he kisses my shoulder, then licks my bare skin. Okay, so he was flirting with me at the bake sale. Heat courses through my veins. "What are you doing? We're in public!" A mischievous smile appears on his face. "Is that your only objection to me kissing you?" "You're my professor," I hiss, my eyes darting around the bar. No one seemed to notice us, thank God. "So? I want you, and I'm fairly certain you want me too." He lowers his head, trying to kiss me again, but I push him away before his lips can touch me. "Someone can see us." A part of me wants to say to hell with the consequences and let him freaking take me right here, right now, but fortunately, my saner side wins out. However, his saner side has definitely lost to his crazy lust-driven side, for he grabs my hand and says, "Then let's go somewhere more private." Oh, I am in trouble. I should rip my hand from his. That would be the appropriate, the right thing to do. But Lord, I want to do the inappropriate and wrong thing.

Her Cookies: A Student and Teacher Insta-love Story

Surprising me, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the dining room. The contact causes my pulse to flutter. A voice in my head hisses, Oh my God, you can't develop a crush on your ex-boyfriend's dad. Despite the voice, I find myself sneaking glances at Mr. Fleming. Gabe inherited his good looks, and I'm looking right at the source. Both father and son have dark blond waves of luscious hair, bright hazel eyes, and effortlessly fit bodies that look damn fine in designer clothes. WORD COUNT: 3,700 A sexy short story about a young woman and her boyfriend's dad!

Trapped in the Storm With My Boyfriend’s Dad: An Age Gap Romance

Something electric courses through me when he caresses my knuckles. I force myself to clear my throat. “It’s getting late. I should get going.” “You should stay the night.” Though I don’t want to go home, I say, “Oh, thanks for the offer, but–” “Allow me to correct myself. You are staying the night.” In a softer voice, he adds, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the anxious look in your eyes whenever you mention home.” He’s a lot more observant than his son. I say without any real conviction, “I wouldn’t want to impose…” He says dryly, “I have five unused guest rooms. You wouldn’t be imposing.” To avoid something messy, I should insist on going home. Instead, I let my ex-boyfriend’s dad take my hand, and we go up his long white staircase. Does some part of me love mess? I’m beginning to think the answer is yes. WORD COUNT: 6,900 A sexy short story about a young woman and her ex-boyfriend’s dad! Additional keywords: interracial romance, older man younger woman, instalove, steamy short romance stories

Prom Night with My Boyfriend’s Dad: An Age Gap Romance

He's my captor. I'm his prisoner. I stole from him. So he decided to steal me... WORD COUNT: 9,700 A sexy instalove short story featuring an obsessed alpha male and his captive! Additional keywords: Asian heroine, interracial

His Gorgeous Prisoner: A Captive Romance

My jaw drops when I see Austin Love stand up with his paddle raised high in the air. I haven't seen him for three years, and I sure as hell didn't expect to see him here. The auctioneer lets out a whistle. "Can I get 1.1 million dollars? Going once, going twice, and sold!" When Austin stares at me with his gray eyes, I feel like shuddering. With his silky black hair, arresting eyes, and perfect bone structure, he definitely qualifies as handsome. But he's also intimidating. In high school, I felt a vague anxiety around him, like he would punish me if I did the slightest thing wrong. I remember Dad whispering to me, "That's Mr. Love. He's the CEO of my company." I'm going to lose my v*rginity to my dad's boss. WORD COUNT: 3,600 Bought by My Dad's Boss is a naughty short story about a young woman and her dad's sexy boss! Additional keywords: Asian heroine, interracial romance, first time romance, older man younger woman, instalove, obsessed alpha male

Bought by My Dad's Boss: An Age Gap Romance

Making me catch my breath, the man turns me around. But instead of looking up into the face of a cop, I see Fred's father. Though I've never met Fred's dad or even seen a picture of him, I know without a doubt that this man is my boyfriend's father. He has Fred's hazel eyes, strong jawline, and thick dark brown hair. A foolish little voice in the back of my mind whispers, Wow, Fred's dad is hotter than him. Fred isn't bad-looking, but he's a 22-year-old boy while his father is a man. If Fred wore a black suit, he would look like a kid playing dress-up. But Mr. Cain is wearing a black suit now, and the black fabric fits every part of his body nicely. Very, very nicely. "I'm asking you again," Mr. Cain says. "Who the hell are you?" WORD COUNT: 3,600 A sexy short story about a young woman and her boyfriend's handsome dad! Additional keywords: Asian heroine romance, interracial romance, older man younger woman, age difference, instalove, obsessed alpha male

Caught by My Boyfriend's Dad: An Age Gap Romance

I'm in desperate need of James Butler's help. There's one issue—he's my ex. The last time I saw him, I told him, "I never want to see your crazy a** again." But he is one of the best lawyers in town, and I know he can help with my poor dad's lawsuit problem. To my surprise, when I go to James, he is willing to help me. I offer him money in exchange, but he doesn't want cash. Instead, he wants me. Specifically, he wants me in his bed... ***The third standalone book in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs.*** WORD COUNT: 5,800 Excerpt: James stands up and grabs my arm. "Just tell me what you need. You wouldn't have come to me if you had other options." The jerk is right. "My dad's getting sued," I say. "As you know, we don't have much money. I contacted you because I hoped you would be his lawyer. Obviously, we can't afford to pay you at your regular rates, but we can give you some money and we'll throw in free dry cleaning for the rest of your life. If you want me to go on my knees and beg, I'll do it and whatever else you want me to do." To my relief, he doesn't laugh in my face and say, "Absolutely not. Get the hell out of my office." His green eyes look into mine. "You'll do whatever I want you to do?" I nod. "Anything." "Tell you what," he says. "I'll help your dad for free." I exhale. "Thank you. But let us give you some money—" "I make six figures a year. I don't need your money." "What do you want then?" A heavy ball of dread forms in my stomach. Is he going to make me do something humiliating like clean his apartment in a skimpy French maid costume? My ex wouldn't be above that. He draws me to him till our bodies are a mere inch away from touching. "I want you in my bed." I narrow my eyes. "Jesus, you're a slime-ball." "Well, I am a corporate lawyer."

Dear Mr. Counsel, I Need You

I narrow my eyes at him, attempting to ignore the butterflies popping up in my stomach. Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve had a crush on Mr. Dean. He’s gorgeous with his perfectly styled chestnut hair, five o’clock shadow on his defined jawline, and mesmerizing dark eyes. I’ve had countless dreams featuring him. Which makes it so awkward that he’s my best friend’s dad. He glowers at me. What did I do? Surprising me, he growls, “That outfit is too godd**n short.” I flush, instinctively pulling at the hem of my skirt. My French maid outfit is more revealing than what I normally wear. WORD COUNT: 2,900 A naughty short story about a young woman and her best friend’s dad! Additional keywords: older man younger woman, age difference, interracial romance, Asian heroine

Wanted by My Best Friend’s Dad: An Age Gap Romance

Mr. Smith is a major DILF. He has thick dark brown hair with only a hint of gray, smoldering green eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass. Also, he works out regularly, and it shows. And he's single. Not that I would ever hook up with my best friend's dad because that would violate every single girl code in existence. But it's okay to have a naughty dream once in a while, right? WORD COUNT: 3,000

Caught by Mr. Smith: A Best Friend's Dad Story

5 sexy romantic short stories in one bundle! Includes Claimed on Halloween, An Alien Prince for Thanksgiving, A Werewolf Jock for Thanksgiving, An Alien Prince for Christmas, and His Enchanting Princess. CLAIMED ON HALLOWEEN Audrey Yamamoto needs to get a life. This Halloween, her only plans are watching Hocus Pocus for the 30th time--alone. However, when she walks home from work, a car heads straight toward her, and she's sure her mundane existence is about to come to an end. But a beautiful stranger saves her just in the nick of time. Even crazier? The beautiful stranger is a vampire, and he wants to claim her for his mate... AN ALIEN PRINCE FOR THANKSGIVING The last thing I expected this Thanksgiving was to meet an alien prince. Because I have no life and no friends, I'm working a shift at the convenience store on Thanksgiving. I expect the day to be completely uneventful. Then a freaking UFO lands in the parking lot. Sani is a 7-foot-tall green man with 12-pack abs, and he's a prince from the planet Eler. Even crazier? He is in search of a mate because he needs to repopulate his kingdom. And he wants me to be his mate... A WEREWOLF JOCK FOR THANKSGIVING The last thing I expected this Thanksgiving was to find out that my college's (hot) star quarterback is a werewolf. After my mom tells me that she's going to Jamaica with her new boyfriend, I expect to spend Thanksgiving with me, myself, and I. Then I come across a freaking wolf on campus. Just as I think I'm about to die, the wolf transforms into Colin freaking Buchard, our school's very hot, very naked star quarterback. Then I faint... AN ALIEN PRINCE FOR CHRISTMAS My Christmas miracle came in the form of a sexy alien. This holiday season, I have little reason to be merry. Thanks to my defective heart, I only have a few months left to live. Just when I think things can't get any worse, I'm abducted by a (sexy) alien. But my abduction might turn out to be a blessing in disguise. He says his planet has medicine that could cure me. Then he tells me that he needs to repopulate his planet and asks me if I can help with that... HIS ENCHANTING PRINCESS Anthony Tanaka is just drinking his coffee when a beautiful princess falls on his lap. Like, literally. Her name is Lisassa, and she has freaking chipmunks following her and doing her bidding. She says she's looking for her prince. Anthony is no prince, but he is determined to claim the princess for himself all the same... ***A sexy fairytale featuring an obsessed alpha male, a lovely princess, and sugary sweet instalove!***

A Romance Collection

Enchanted by You

He shakes his head. “You’re going to stay at my place tonight.” I gape at him. “Um, what?” Maybe I heard him wrong. He repeats, enunciating every word, “You’re. Going. To. Stay. At. My. Place. Tonight.” My pulse races as I ask, “Why?” “You might still be a security risk.” WORD COUNT: 3,700 A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome security guard! Additional keywords: Asian heroine, older man younger woman, instalove, steamy short stories

Security Risk: An Age Gap Romance

Lila Lawrence – beautiful, innocent, desperate. Chase Eastwick – sexy, arrogant, possessive. Let the chase begin… All Lila Lawrence wants is a chill junior year at college. Unfortunately, the ridiculously wealthy Chase Eastwick threatens her wish. Although he possesses criminally good looks, Lila wants nothing to do with the creep who is unwilling to take no for an answer and refuses to understand the concept of personal space. But Chase soon becomes the only person she can turn to for help. However, his help comes with strings attached… WORD COUNT: 18,000 The standalone second book in the INDECENT PROPOSALS series! A sexy new adult contemporary romance novella with a hot alpha male, a beautiful virgin, and insta-love! You’ve been warned 😉

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