She will grit her teeth and smile at the snobby and suspicious CFO if it means landing the contract. But she won’t put on a dress and definitely not heels.
Event planner Jane Beckett has big dreams for her small company and is bending over backward to accommodate demanding clients. Jane doesn’t have to like them. She doesn’t have to spend her free time with them. But she wants to tease the grumpy pencil-pushing executive who always seems to be in her way, muss up his hair and show him that there’s more to life than boardrooms and bottom lines. That is, when she doesn’t want to yell at him. Or punch him.
Liam Cross believes every woman has a hidden agenda, one that involves taking advantage of big hearted, clueless billionaires like his best friend and co-worker. He’s watching Jane and her sister to ensure that party-planning is all that’s going on. Even though she manages to steal his assistant, he likes what he sees in the smart-mouthed brunette, admires her stubborn independence, and wants to help her fledgling firm succeed despite his misapprehensions.
Paintballs, punches, and sparks fly when inflated egos and miscommunication threaten relationships between friends, family, and partners.
How was she supposed to know she needed to support herself?
That's what trust funds are for.
Self-described influencer, Delia Duncan has never worn the same outfit twice nor has she ever earned a paycheck.
She's a pampered princess who lives for shopping, organizing her wardrobe, taking selfies and attending parties ... until now.
Before her next birthday, she must become self-sufficient, or she will lose her trust fund completely.
Seeking shelter in a used bookstore, she meets Calvin Jimmy, an Indigenous ghostwriter overwhelmed by the impending closure of his family's long-standing business.
To Cal's chagrin, Delia's meddling leads to surprise sales and annoying introspection.
Guilt and shame engulf Delia when she learns the source of her family's fortune.
When is it too late to right a wrong?
They’re practically strangers, but they could be roommates.
What could possibly go wrong?
Clutching her MBA, Connie Ortega is set to take on Seattle’s non-profit world but still lives in her parents’ house. Still stares at the bedroom wallpaper she picked out when she was ten.
She leaps at the opportunity for a place of her own only to discover the two-bedroom apartment is promised to someone else. To Sid Fraser, the cute, quiet, Indigenous woodcarver whose infrequent smiles make her heart go pitter-pat.
They agree to share the apartment and partner up to manage the building when the owner goes on vacation.
Easy money, right?
They didn’t expect meddlesome old women hell-bent to set Sid up with their granddaughters.
They didn’t expect an ice storm to disrupt Thanksgiving plans.
They didn’t expect family traditions to fall by the wayside.
They didn’t expect to become more than just roommates.
They never thought moving out and moving on would be such a headache.