Bøker av Olivia Hayle

Hiring my little sister's best friend as the new nanny for my kids? Big mistake. Isabel is fifteen years too young, too kind, and far too attractive for this to be anything but a problem. Nannying requires her to move in, living close enough to reach out and grab... Not that I would. I'm old enough to know better. She's a professional ballerina recovering from an injury, and I'm the CEO of a multibillion-dollar conglomerate. She needs a job. I need a nanny. It's a simple win-win. Wrong. It's sheer torture. Coming home late to find her curled up on the couch. To see her smile at me and ask how my day was. She's beautiful, and always around, and the thoughts I'm having soon turn inappropriate. But that life is behind me. My wife died years ago, and I can't handle another relationship. Can't handle the complications, the feelings, or the inevitable pain. Even if Isabel is a temptation too sweet to resist. Kissing her is addictive... and soon I can't keep my hands to myself or stay on my side of the penthouse. It's easy to forget things like age gaps and fears in the heat of passion. ¿But us together is a mistake... even if it quickly becomes my favorite one.

Marrying the man I hate is bad enough. But falling for him? That'll be the death of me.Gabriel Thompson and I are like oil and water. Our New York families control two of the nation's largest companies and the business rivalry is decades old. We've carried the torch ourselves since childhood. But then we bump into each other after a conference in Vegas. Drinks are involved, and he utters the three little words I can't resist. I dare you. The next morning we wake up hungover, late, and worst of all, married. It's a PR disaster. To save our reputations, we have to sell this marriage to the media and to our families. Go to parties. Move in together. Act in love. Neither of us have ever mentioned that one drunken night in college, when we crossed lines branded into us from birth. I'd assumed he'd forgotten and moved on. He hasn't, and he's determined to show what I've been missing. But Gabriel is too confident, too smug, and far too attractive for anything real. I can never let my guard down.With his ring on my finger, we're destined to be enemies forever. Til' death do us part... unless we kill each other first.

A paradise island. Two strangers. The attraction they never saw coming...When Eden dumped her cheating ex before the wedding, the last thing she expected was to go on their tropical honeymoon alone. But with no refunds possible, she packs her budget guidebook and broken heart, and sets off.She plans to relax on the beach, swim in the ocean, and drink cocktails until she feels like herself again... or falls over. Whichever comes first. What she's not expecting is the brusque, handsome stranger who sits down at her table on the first night.Philip Meyer is a grumpy workaholic, and so irritatingly cynical that it makes her forget she's grieving just to prove him wrong about the world. The two have nothing in common... except trying to forget who they've left behind.The luxury resort isn't too big, and fate soon pushes them together again. And again. Catamaran cruises and midnight swims give way to late night room service and whispered nothings. Maybe opposites really do attract.But every vacation has to end, even the very best ones... Can these two opposites make it last?

There was one rule. Don't fall in love with Grant Wood.And I broke it. God knows I didn't mean to! I only meant to push his buttons-to drive him as crazy as he drove me. He was the stone-faced CEO of my father's company and I was the spoiled daughter of his mentor. Those had been our roles for years. So what if we couldn't stand each other?When my father gave me an ultimatum, I was forced to swallow my pride and report to Grant himself. Intern extraordinaire at your service, sir. He clearly expected me to fail. Dressed in a clean-cut suit, sitting behind his desk, he took one look at me and dismissed me out of hand.Me. Ada Hathaway, a graduate of Yale and valedictorian of her class. Sure, he might be a self-made millionaire, but so what?The only good part is that he always seemed just as unnerved by me, and I loved it when his cold facade faltered. Arguing with Grant quickly became the best part of my day.But it was never meant to become anything more. He was as off-limits to me as I was to him.But our game went too far. What do we do now?

Julian Hunt is a legend. A tech billionaire and a playboy philanthropist.He's not someone you meet, not without a six-month wait. Except I did-and not in that sweet, meet-cute kind of way. I wish. No, I manage to run head-first into Julian Hunt in a nightclub. It's the spill-my-drink-over-his-suit kind of headfirst, the break-my-heel kind.But the arrogant bastard doesn't leave. No, he carries me to my car. He implies that I fell on purpose to catch his attention-how dare he!-and after I've chewed him out, he asks for my number.I don't expect to see him again. After all, lightning doesn't strike twice. Except it does, when Julian's involved. Because when I walk into a business negotiation the next day, who's sitting on the other side? Julian Hunt.He's wearing a smirk and a perfectly tailored suit, and he's not there to play. He dominates. I walk out of the negotiation having-somehow!-been offered my dream job. It's an offer far too good to refuse.But if there's one thing more intimidating than Julian Hunt at a nightclub, it's Julian Hunt as a boss. A persistent, dominant, sexy-as-hell boss.He might have decided that we'd be perfect together, but I won't be tempted by his broad shoulders and wicked tongue.Julian might be a hunter. But I refuse to become prey.