Homefront: The Sheridans

Since graduating from college, I've been juggling two jobs while fostering abandoned dogs, with my sights set on opening a rescue kennel. I'll do whatever it takes to succeed, even if it means fighting back my cravings for the man who's been fueling my fantasies since I got my first taste of him in a hotel elevator. This guy is too full of secrets. Dark ones, hidden behind his ice blue eyes. Secrets of his Special Ops past and of a billionaire family that employs half our town. He won't let me into his world, and it's for the best.

There's a hot billionaire in the carpool line that has every mom putting on her lipstick before she drops her kid off to school. Me included. But I can't be tempted by a body hewn from granite or eyes that could melt the polar ice caps...because that hot billionaire is also my boss, Ryan Sheridan.

FUBAR. The day my life fell apart, I was introduced to this term. It's comforting to know there's one word that completely defines my life. Go ahead. Look it up. And right next to the term, you might see a picture of me as the example, sweltering in a forty-pound princess gown in front of my castle beside a kiddie coaster . . . and flanked by the sexiest piece of man candy that ever walked this earth: Dylan Sheridan. The same Dylan Sheridan who's an Olympic medalist turned MMA fighter turned billionaire entrepreneur.