Kenzie Reed

Running away from a disaster of a divorce? Starting my life over from scratch? My friends and family have ideas. "Open an artists’ colony on a beautiful coastal island," they said. "It’ll be fun," they said. They haven’t met Sawyer Hendricks, the gorgeous, growly celebrity chef who claims...

He thinks he can make me quit...I think I can drive him crazy. We've got 8 weeks to find out who's right. When it comes to sexy oil baron Grant Kingsley, you can leave out the drilling jokes—I’ve heard them all before. The question is, how did I, mayor of a tiny island on the Forgotten Coast...

Considerate. Loves dogs. Walks old ladies across the street. Loves me no matter what I look like. We all have a list of our dream man’s ideal qualities - even if it’s just in our head. And okay, mine might be written in swirly script, laminated, and used as a bookmark for my favorite Jane...

The contract says I have to get fake-married to a Witlocke. It doesn't say which Witlocke. Apparently, any stuck-up jerk whose last name begins with W and ends with E will do. Oops, was that my out loud voice? Enter my nemesis, sinfully sexy tech mogul Donovan. We’ve been mortal enemies...

We’ve all heard about the public image consultant brought in to fix the bad boy’s image. That’s not me. Nope, quite the opposite. I’ve been hired - well, blackmailed is more like it - to be a bad influence on grumpy, gorgeous, humor-deprived billionaire Elliott Bradford. He’s just...

You can take the girl out of the South, but you can't take the South out of the girl. That's why Crash McClanahan is all wrong for me. The sexy, growly biker is just a big walking "nope". Not going to happen. Never in a million years. Sure, his kisses are sweeter than iced tea in July. But I'm...

Working for Chase Lancaster was supposed to catapult my marketing career. Instead, I'm trapped in personal-assistant hell. His hobbies include barking orders, torpedoing my advertising campaigns, and reducing the office staff to tears. On a good day, he acts like I’m invisible. On a bad day, I...

That grin should come with a warning label: "Addictive. May cause dizziness, heart palpitations, dampened underwear, and a lifetime of regret." I’ve got plenty of reasons to hate Sebastian Monroe, the sexy lead singer of Heat Lightning: 1.) He doesn’t remember our soul-scorching kiss 10...