Hot Brits Series

One Friday night, after a horrible day at work, Elena decides to cheer herself up with a one-night stand with a hot stranger. The guy who propositions her has a scorching bod and a sexy British accent. Cheered up? Check. Until Monday morning, when she walks into the office, and there he is. Her one-nighter is her boss's ex-husband, Chance Dixon.

I am cursed. One Friday night, after a horrible day at work, I decide to cheer myself up with a one-night stand with a hot stranger. The guy who propositions me has a scorching bod and a sexy British accent. Cheered up? Check. Until Monday morning, when I walk into the office, and there he is. My one-nighter is my boss's ex-husband. And her newest business partner.

She's off limits, but that's the hottest setup of all. I want a bit of fun, not a relationship, and I've come to New York to find that. When a mix-up forces me to share an apartment with a sexy little American, it sounds like my dream come true. Except Arden Clover Pesti is my almost sister-in-law's best friend, and she's a virgin. And slightly insane. I shouldn't touch her. But when she purrs that she loves my British accent and sashays around in her skimpy underwear.... Arden talks about auras and aliens and microwaves frying our brains.

How can a man who designs sex toys for a living be so awkward around women? My boss, Dane Dixon, is hot and British, a killer combination, but he can't look me in the eye and has never said more than five consecutive words to me. Until the day he calls me into his office and asks me to be his fake girlfriend. Um...what?

I'm burned out on love, work, and life. So when my sister suggests I spend two weeks at a Caribbean resort, I jump at the chance. My first day there, I meet him - a sexy, mysterious Brit who won't tell me his real name but who promises me one night of incredible pleasure. And whew, does he deliver. So maybe I do a little snooping. Maybe I even steal his wallet to find out his name. What? He won't tell me, and my scientist brain needs to know. But who is Richard Hunter?

I never meant to become the center of a scandal. But one disgruntled client started a rumor that I offer "special" massages at my spa. Now I need to get out of town for a while, so I go back to school to finish my long-overdue university degree - in America. My beautiful faculty advisor seems like the perfect distraction from my problems, but I really shouldn't flirt with her. Or try to kiss her. Or offer her a "special" massage....

I had a brilliant life, living in England where everyone knew me as just Ben, the massage therapist. Then my mother summoned me home, determined to marry me off. You see, I'm not just Ben. I'm Bennett Worthington Montague, crown prince of Mithoria, and my mother has arranged for every eligible aristocratic girl to compete to become my princess. Does anyone care what I want? When a mate offers to let me stay at his house in New Hampshire for Christmas while he's on holiday in Switzerland, I jump at the chance. But on my way there, I get lost. Then a sexy girl rescues me. 

Who am I? These days, even I'm not sure how to answer that question. After years of trying to avoid serious relationships, I finally found a woman who made me want to settle down—and promptly lost her. To my best friend. What's a viscount to do now? Very naughty things, naturally. But my skill at smooth-talking the ladies has gotten me tangled up in a scandal that threatens to destroy my family's reputation and our livelihood. My salvation comes in the form of a sexy American hired by my mother to polish up my public image. How? With a fake relationship, of course. 

Why is an American guy living in London? My sister got engaged to a Brit, so I ditched New York and moved here too. I never expected to meet a hot older woman who kicks my lust into overdrive. Diana Sangster is a powerful business tycoon who always gets what she wants. Now that I've signed on to serve as her bodyguard, I'll spend 24 hours a day with the sexiest woman I've ever met.

When an injury sidelined my career as a pro cricketer, my American mate Chelsea convinced me to take a coaching position at a girls' school. I never thought I'd love that job, but I do. So yeah, I owe Chelsea a lot. But we're still just friends.

My name is Kendall—only Kendall. No one knows my full name, and I will never share that information. For 17 years, I've worked for the Parrish family as their butler, a job that requires more than simply answering the door. I manage the household, maintaining order and propriety.