Dear Mr Chairman I Want To Have Your Baby

I have a crush on Mr. Lee, the chairman of the board at O'Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I clean. One night, I get a little tipsy and blurt out to him, "You're so freaking hot. I want to have your baby." FML. To my surprise, he ends up taking my words seriously... ***A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs. Warning: this story is full of over-the-top instalove! Enjoy!*** WORD COUNT: 4,500 Excerpt: "I'm sorry for inconveniencing you," I say. And I'm sorry for saying I want to have your baby. I'm too embarrassed to say the second apology out loud. "You're not an inconvenience." He touches my hair, causing electricity to go through my body. Should he be touching my hair like that? But I can't deny that a part of me likes him touching me. He nods at the food. "You should eat before your breakfast gets cold." For some reason, he stares at me as I eat. I'm tempted to ask him, What are you looking at? But I don't want to jeopardize my job any further, so I eat in silence. Fortunately, the food is delicious enough that I'm (mostly) able to ignore him. After I finish my orange juice, I let out a breath and tell him, "Um, I'm sorry about what I said last night. It was unprofessional, and I hope it won't affect my employment — " "I don't want you working anymore." I blink. "What?" "I don't want you cleaning the office anymore." Tears sting my eyes. I want to shout curses at him, but he is justified in firing me. I drank stolen champagne on company property. I'm considering going on my knees and begging him to reconsider his decision when he says: "I can't have the mother of my children be on her feet all day." Additional keywords: Asian heroine romance, Asian hero, diverse romance, steamy romance short stories

One day, my boyfriend Sam dumps me out of the blue. Heartbroken, I get drunk at a bar, and in my state of intoxication, I write an email to Sam's dad asking him if he'll help me get back at his son by letting me get under him. Even worse? Sam's dad is the CEO of O'Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I work... A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs! WORD COUNT: 8,700 Excerpt: My mouth turns dry when Mr. Marshall lowers his blinds and closes the door to his office. He gestures toward one of the red sofas. "Have a seat, Lina." I sit down. To my surprise, he sits down next to me–like, right next to me. My heart threatens to jump out of my chest as his cologne fills my nostrils. It smells like a forest with sweet, intoxicating fruit. My face turns as red as the sofa when he pulls out a hard copy of my email. "So my son broke up with you for some…" He narrows his eyes at the piece of paper. "'Blond big-boobed trollop.'" "Oh, no!" When he raises his eyebrows, I amend, "Well, he did break up with me and told me he's been cheating on me. But I don't know if he cheated on me with, um, a blond woman." Mr. Marshall frowns. "He's been cheating on you? I didn't think my son would do that to you." A bitter-sounding laugh escapes me. "Yeah, well, I didn't think he would do that to me either." My eyes study my hands as I twist them. "I'm sorry for sending you that email. I was, well, not in the best state of mind." A euphemism for really freaking wasted. "However, I know that's no excuse for such unprofessional behavior." When he doesn't say anything for a moment, I lift my gaze from my hands. There is an inscrutable expression on his face. Is he going to accept my apology and keep me employed? Or is he going to fire me and have me escorted off the property? He taps the piece of paper. "Did you mean what you wrote?" "Um, what?" He gets even closer to me. I catch my breath when his thigh brushes against mine. "Did you mean it when you said you'll do anything I want in bed?" Additional keywords: Asian heroine, interracial, older man younger woman, instalove, age difference

My boss Grant O’Connell, the CEO of O’Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, is sexy as sin. Too bad he’s also a tyrannical jerk. For the past year and a half, I’ve worked my ass off for him and obeyed his every command. But one day, out of the blue, he fires me. I later discover it’s because he found an unsent letter that I wrote to him – a letter that described all the dirty things I would like him to do to me… ***The first standalone book in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs.*** WORD COUNT: 6,200

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

3 sexy taboo paranormal short stories in one hot bundle! My Stepbrother is a Werewolf “Don’t be afraid, Lilah.” Okay, did someone dump LSD into that punch or is the wolf talking? And if the wolf is talking, how does it know my name? And why does its voice seem so familiar? “Don’t faint.” Why is the wolf telling me not to faint? Wouldn’t me fainting make it easier for the wolf to eat me? Then the wolf transforms into a man. But not just any man. My stepbrother stands in front of me. And he’s naked. Very naked. I faint. WORD COUNT: 3,300 I Saw My Stepfather Turn Into a Unicorn Huh? The unicorn knows my name? And it can talk? Also, its voice sounds a lot like my stepfather’s. For some reason, I feel the need to say this out loud: “Huh, you sound a lot like my stepdad.” “I am your stepdad.” I yelp when there’s a puff of glittering pink smoke. I yelp again when out of the smoke emerges my stepfather, who is very naked. WORD COUNT: 3,300 My Stepsister is a Fox (Literally) When a fox appears in front of me, I stop running. It’s just a fox, so I don’t know why I stopped when my stepsister is missing, but the color of its fur looks just like the red in Lan’s hair… “Lan?” I say. Then I want to bang my head against a tree for my stupidity. It’s a godd*mn fox, not Lan. I yelp when a cloud of red sparks appears. I yelp again when the cloud dissipates and I see my stepsister. Who’s very, extremely naked. My damn d*ck acts up again when my eyes travel up and down her bare curves. It takes all of my willpower to not put my hands on her perfect fair skin… WORD COUNT: 3,000

Warning: this collection contains 5 sexy age gap instalove romance short stories featuring young women and their determined alpha males! Includes An Offer from My Dad's Creditor, Knocked Up by the Tycoon, Caught by the College President, Wanted by My Fake Boyfriend's Dad, and An Offer from the CEO! An Offer from My Dad's Creditor "Lucky for you and your parents, I'm benevolent enough to offer an alternative method of payment," he says. From the lust in his gray gaze, I have a pretty good idea what the "alternative method of payment" is, but I ask anyway, "What do you want, Mr. Ricci?" "I want you to carry my child." His words make me lightheaded. Today was not a good day to skip dinner. "Um, what?" I ask, my legs trembling with the struggle to stay upright. Maybe I heard him wrong. No such luck. "I want you to carry my child, Paisley." Knocked Up by the Tycoon My breath stops for a moment. Is that…? I shake my head before I can finish the thought. Pregnancy has to be making me hear things. Because there's no way– "Alexa, look at me." My eyes bulge out of their sockets when a big familiar hand grabs my small one. Okay, I don't think my pregnancy brain can make that up. My imagination is not that vivid. I turn around, and my breath halts for yet another moment. Standing in front of me is Dallas Takahashi, my ex-boyfriend. And the father of the baby growing inside me. Caught by the College President I suck in a breath when my college president wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. "I…I have a boyfriend," I say, my voice coming out annoyingly breathy. He chuckles. "Oh, yes, your boyfriend, who seems like a real prize." He tugs at my blanket, exposing my bare shoulder. When he lowers his head and presses his mouth to my shoulder, I become breathless. Wanted by My Fake Boyfriend's Dad At the sight of Mike's father, I have to actively keep my jaw off the ground. One thing my friend neglected to tell me–his father is sexy. Mike's not a bad-looking guy either, but he got his golden hair and hazel eyes from his mother. Mr. Currant, on the other hand, has dark chocolate waves and intense gray eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome–just my type. An Offer from the CEO His face becomes serious. "I know your family has a lot of debt, Charity." I stiffen. Does a CEO normally concern himself with the financial troubles of a lowly office assistant? "There are your mother's unpaid hospital bills, your father's unwise loan to his brother, your own brother's gambling…" My grip tightens on my bottled water. How does he know all of that? "I'll take care of that debt," Adam says. I catch my breath. Chance Enterprises is a multi-billion dollar company, so I know he has the means to pay off my family's mountain of debt. "Why would you do that?" I ask. Then I remember that Mr. Chance is known for his philanthropy. Does he see me as a pitiful charity case? Is that why he has been so nice to me? "Because I want something in exchange." "What do you…?" I get my answer when he strokes the hem of my black pencil skirt.

Warning: this collection contains 5 sexy age gap instalove romance short stories featuring young women and their determined alpha males! Includes Caught by My Professor, Working for My Dad's Best Friend, Waiting on My Dad's Former Friend, Trapped in the Storm With My Boyfriend's Dad, and Claimed by the Mountain Man. Caught by My Professor My professor stares at my hand. Like an idiot, I'm still holding the answer key. A corner of his mouth curves up. "Were you planning to cheat on the upcoming exam?" I drop the answer key like the paper has the ability to give me a second-degree burn. "I, um, well, I..." God, I might as well tattoo, Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater, on my forehead. "Is there any way you could not tell anyone about this?" I ask. Probably a futile question. To my surprise, he says, "I'm willing to keep this a secret, but..." I widen my eyes when he plays with a lock of my hair. Is a professor allowed to do that? "You might not like my proposal." A wicked smile appears on his face. "Or you might like it very much." Working for My Dad's Best Friend Dad's friend may be a rich jerk who spends obscene sums of money on vases and is twice my age, but I can't deny that I find him attractive with his messy auburn hair, those dark blue eyes, and the five o'clock shadow on his defined jawline. If he weren't close buddies with Baba and I were far less acquainted with his personality, I might have hooked up with him. Okay, I would have definitely hooked up with him. Waiting on My Dad's Former Friend He asks, "Aren't you going to ask me why I fell out with your father?" Though I'm curious, I reply, "That's between you and my dad." "We fell out over you." I blink. "Over me? Why?" "Your father asked me to help him with some of his debts. I told him I would give him money…on one condition." Dad had–or has–debts? This is news to me. My father is an obsessive couponer and refuses to buy any clothes that don't come off the clearance rack. "Why would that end your friendship?" I ask. "Because the 'one condition' was having you." Trapped in the Storm With My Boyfriend's Dad 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. Claimed by the Mountain Man "I need to get out of here," I whisper. But how? My horrible sense of direction is what landed me here in the first place, and if I attempted venturing into the woods again, I might actually get eaten by a bear. "Hello." I nearly fall off the bed. "Careful," he growls, catching me before I hit the floor. My pulse jumps. I was right about the stranger's size. He is huge. His arms are like muscular tree trunks, and I swear he must be 7 feet tall. He's also super hot, something I did not expect. I'm typically not into bearded guys, but that black beard really suits his chiseled face and brings out his green eyes.

Philip Soulden is one of the wealthiest men in England. However, he is common-born, a fact that brings no small measure of annoyance to his fiancée Caroline Wynn's father, the snobbish (but poor) Viscount of Cambridgeshire. Even if Caroline were a commoner like Philip, she would still be far too good for him. Of course, that doesn't make him any less determined to make her his wife. When Caroline learns about the truth of her birth, his plans to wed her are put in jeopardy. However, Lady Wynn will discover that Philip always gets what he wants, and what he wants is her… Claiming Lady Wynn is a sexy short story that may contain historical inaccuracies but definitely contains an obsessed alpha male and a happy ending! If you can get with that, enjoy! WORD COUNT: 4,500

Warning: this collection contains 3 historical(ly inaccurate) romance stories featuring alpha males, compromised ladies, and instalove! Enjoy 😉 Compromising the Earl’s Daughter 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… Claiming Lady Wynn Philip Soulden is one of the wealthiest men in England. However, he is common-born, a fact that brings no small measure of annoyance to his fiancée Caroline Wynn’s father, the snobbish (but poor) Viscount of Cambridgeshire. Even if Caroline were a commoner like Philip, she would still be far too good for him. Of course, that doesn’t make him any less determined to make her his wife. When Caroline learns about the truth of her birth, his plans to wed her are put in jeopardy. However, Lady Wynn will discover that Philip always gets what he wants, and what he wants is her… Bad Habits: A MMF Romance Persephone Danbury doesn’t mind being a nun at St. Camilla’s Convent. Sure, it can be dull, but it’s better than being in London with her harsh father, and she has her dear friend Mary beside her. However, after a night swim that leads to an encounter with the wickedly handsome Marcus Elham, the Duke of Charlotteshire, her life ceases to be dull. And she soon finds herself sought after by not only the duke, but also his friend Thomas Ellison, a devilishly attractive tycoon… Additional keywords: steamy romance, ménage romance, bisexual romance

Persephone Danbury doesn't mind being a nun at St. Camilla's Convent. Sure, it can be dull, but it's better than being in London with her harsh father, and she has her dear friend Mary beside her. However, after a night swim that leads to an encounter with the wickedly handsome Marcus Elham, the Duke of Charlotteshire, her life ceases to be dull. And she soon finds herself sought after by not only the duke, but also his friend Thomas Ellison, a devilishly attractive tycoon... Bad Habits is a MMF romance that may contain historical inaccuracies and definitely contains two obsessed alpha males! If you can get with that, enjoy this sexy story that's chock-full of OTT instalove! WORD COUNT: 12,000 EXCERPT: Though she instantly hated the stranger, she couldn't help noting how handsome he was. Golden hair, bright hazel eyes, the facial structure of a Greek god. He wore fine, expensive clothes that marked him as a member of the nobility. He seemed familiar. Had she seen him at a ball last season? Her face lost all remaining color as she realized his identity. He was Marcus Elham, the Duke of Charlotteshire. Unlike her father, he was extremely wealthy — and extremely powerful. "Can you speak, fair maiden, or are you mute?" he asked. She wished she could throw a stone at his head. "I can speak." He smiled. "So fair maiden who can speak, do you or do you not want your clothes back?" She clenched her teeth. "I do want my clothes back, so if you could hand them to me, I would be much obliged." Ignoring her, he mused, "A habit. So you're from the convent…" "Excellent deduction," she muttered. "Was that a sarcastic remark? I thought that nuns weren't allowed to be sarcastic." She wanted to snort. Some of the nuns at St. Camilla's Convent were definitely sarcastic, especially Sister Grace, who loved to give Persephone a hard time for her "extraordinarily poor arithmetic skills." "May I have my clothes back?" she asked, near the edge of desperation. "That depends…" Frustration brewed in her. "Depends on what?" He lowered his head, grabbing her chin. "If you're willing to give me a kiss." Before she could push him away or slap him, he put his mouth on hers. She caught her breath. She had kissed a few boys before, but the kisses had always been chaste; they might as well have been pecks from her grandmother. This kiss from the duke, however, was anything but chaste. He thrust his tongue between her lips, threatening to completely consume her. And for some reason, she liked — no, loved — it. Additional keywords: bisexual heroine, bisexual hero, obsessed alpha male