Elle Nicoll

He’s New York’s coldest billionaire CEO. And I just accidentally became his daughter’s nanny. To be clear, I didn’t mean to become anyone’s nanny. There was a coffee shop. Some bunny-shaped foam art. And a serious case of mistaken identity. Now I’m working for Sullivan Beaufort. Grumpy. Guarded.

Denver Layne. A brooding, ex-special forces, six foot something wall of muscle who acts like having fun is a federal offense. He says he’s here to protect me. I say he’s here to ruin my life.

Whoever said money can’t buy happiness has never sold their worn stockings. Selling every pair to an anonymous buyer whilst working as a long-haul flight attendant means my lifelong dream is in reach. A home to call my own....

Some people go to Hollywood to chase their dream. My Hollywood dream is in seat 4A....

After my actions wreck my family, they send me to England, hoping the space will enable me to forgive myself and embrace life again. But the man I start working for is far from a savior.

They say, don't mix business with pleasure. I bet they never had to work with Griffin Parker. He headhunts me to manage the spa in his iconic New York hotel, the Songbird. It's a dream opportunity, but he's a nightmare in a designer suit. We clash spectacularly when he refuses to give up control....

There are men. Then there's Blake Anderson. He was my best friend—until I left. Ten years apart have turned him into a handsome, rugged, tattooed wall of muscle. He even has his own fan club following the success of his smash-hit TV survival show....

I’d never swipe right for Logan Rich. I’d rather swipe him off a tall building. Nothing gives me the ick more than the name Logan Rich. The billionaire dating app addict is my brother’s best friend. He’s also a selfish man-child who single-handedly tore my life apart when I was a teenager.

Reed Walker, notorious playboy, is running for New York mayor. He wants to deflect attention away from his less-than-wholesome image. The past has no place when you're trying to win the people's vote. So he propositions me: Pretend to be his girlfriend until election day....

He’s New York’s most eligible billionaire. And I’ve been hired to find him love. I’ve built a thriving business doing what I love—connecting soulmates. So, when a woman begs me to help her father, I’m on the first flight from London. My track record is flawless. Until I meet Sterling Beaufort.

I meet him when he admires my artwork at a hotel opening. He’s older, he's sophisticated, he's a gentleman. At least he is with his clothes on. Out of them…well, that’s a masterpiece in itself....