The Misha Bell Bundle

My new assignment at work: test out toys. Yup, that kind. But when the testing goes south, and I mean that literally, I’m forced to recruit the help of my new boss, the infamously reclusive and devastatingly sexy Vlad Chortsky, a.k.a. the Impaler. Testing toys with your scorching hot boss is still professional... right?

Who knew a puppy meet-cute could go so horribly wrong? One moment, we're strolling through Central Park, and the next, a mysterious, mouthwateringly hot stranger is demanding I get my Chihuahua tested for STDs. Since he turns out to be the key to getting my newest business venture funded, I guess I’ll do it. It has nothing to do with wanting to see him again...

In the cerulean, fantasy-inducing eyes of my new Russian boss, Alex Chortsky (a.k.a. the Devil), “project integration” means turning my life’s work into a high-tech "toy." Uh-huh, that kind. When committing corporate sabotage to save my project doesn’t go as planned, my job is on the line, and the only way out is to make a deal with the Devil himself.

A daredevil prince wants to pay me mega-bucks to train him to hold his breath underwater for ten minutes? Sign me up.

Except I’m a magician, not a stunt consultant. My record-beating dive without air was a trick. Of course, I can’t tell that to my gorgeous client. Not if I want to be able to pay my rent.

Falling for him is out of the question, and I fully intend to keep my distance.

That is, until he offers to train me in bed.

Codename: Blue

Mission: Classified

Max Stolyar may not know who I am, but I know who he is. That's why I infiltrate his secret poker game: to prove he’s a Russian spy and demonstrate to the CIA that I've got what it takes to be a femme fatale.

To earn my stripes, all I have to do is seduce “Max” and expose his true identity. It’s just a minor inconvenience that my target is sizzling hot and way too nice and protective...

Taking a job in the Sunshine State and moving in with my grandparents comes with one major con: a grumpy neighbor who is as hot as the lethal Florida sun. And like the sun, he’s bad for me.

I didn't expect to make out with him during a late-night swim at the beach.

And the last thing I expected was to run into him on my first day at my new job… where he’s my boss.

So, I broke into my crush’s dressing room and got busted in a... compromising position. In response he blackmailed me into agreeing to a fake green card marriage. Oops.

Next thing I know, we’re on a flight to Vegas to make our friends and family think we tied the knot after a crazy drunken night. Except… that’s exactly what happens.

Considering that he’s the most desirable ballet dancer in NYC and I’m a garage-dwelling secret blogger with a major sweet tooth, there’s no way this marriage could ever become real... right?

Honey Hyman (do NOT call her "hon") is all leather, piercings, and tattoos. And coupons. (Who doesn't love a good deal?)

Except some of those coupons are the fakes she created to help her elderly neighbors afford groceries from the uber-expensive Munch & Crunch supermarket.

It really isn't fair for her to go to jail. Or to be blackmailed into working for the Munch & Crunch CEO whom she's supposedly defrauded—a CEO who turns out to be none other than Gunther Ferguson, her high school crush who once ruined both her school record and her life.

When I'm late for a job interview and get stuck in an elevator with an annoyingly sexy, Ancient Rome-obsessed grump, the last thing I expect is for him to be the billionaire owner of the building. I also don't expect to almost kill him… accidentally, of course.

Sure, I don't get the plant care position I applied for, but I do receive an interesting offer.

Lucius needs to trick the public (and his grandma) into thinking he's in a relationship, and I need tuition money to get my botany degree. Our arrangement is mutually beneficial—that is, until I start catching feelings.

An opportunity to tell off the billionaire whose bank took my childhood home? Yes, please! The greedy, arrogant jerk thinks I’m here to interview for the job of his dog trainer (a.k.a. nanny), but he’s got a big storm coming.

Nothing will stop me from giving Bruce Roxford a piece of my mind—not even his adorable Chihuahua puppy, the insane amount of money he’s offering for the gig, or his gorgeous, deep blue eyes…

The combination, though? I’m in trouble.

He's a billionaire... and a rake.

Yes, I know it's not the 1800s. I'm just a bit obsessed with historical romance, that's all. And books in general, which is why I'm on my way to interview for my dream job at the library when Adrian Westfield's sheep-like hound knocks me over and into the mud. So I'm late, dirty, and completely flub my interview—only to get the offer of my life.

To win custody of his baby daughter, Adrian Westfield wants to make me his fake wife.

Ah, finally a vacation. My son is at summer camp. My worries are back in the city. Now I just get to sit back, relax, and... get into a heated argument with my Airbnb host? Speaking of heat, is the Florida sun getting to my head, or is it the drop-dead gorgeous man in front me?

My friends did say I need some Vitamin D...
But no amount of adventure-filled treasure hunting, steamy make-out sessions, or ocean-deep conversations can convince me that our beach affair could last. Especially once Evan learns my secret.

Unexpectedly becoming an heiress should've made all my problems go away, but instead, I have three new, huge ones: two giant tortoises and a lean, mean two-hundred-pound hockey player named Mason.

He's as hot as he is insufferable, and he would've made a fine Viking if he hadn't been born in the wrong century.

He wants to buy my hockey team, won't take no for an answer, and is willing to do anything to get his way… no matter how dirty he has to play.

On my first day as mascot for our local pro hockey team, I definitely didn’t expect to get pushed into a pool by the grouchiest, hottest player on the team. Nor could I have imagined that we’d get locked into an evacuated building together and share an angry kiss that would get caught on video. Or that said video would go viral, sending ticket sales for our games through the roof.

Now Michael Medvedev and I have to fake date for the sake of the team.

Too bad he hates the whole world, me included.