Isla Fox

Three years ago, Hazel Vance made a choice that changed everything. One night of passion with a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball left her with more than just memories—it left her with a son whose rare violet-blue eyes are a constant reminder of the father she'll never find.

Now a struggling single mother, Hazel desperately needs the executive assistant position at Sterling Group. The salary could finally give her two-year-old Leo the life he deserves. But her new boss, CEO Liam Sterling, is nothing like she expected.

Demanding, brilliant, and devastatingly handsome, Liam has a reputation for being impossible to work for. Most assistants don't last a week. When Hazel refuses to be intimidated by his cold demeanor and sharp tongue, something shifts between them. The attraction is immediate and electric, crackling through every professional interaction.

But it's his eyes that stop her cold. The same striking violet-blue shade that stares back at her every morning when she looks at her son.

As the tension between them builds and the lines between professional and personal begin to blur, Hazel finds herself caught between her desperate need for this job and her growing attraction to the one man who could destroy everything she's worked for.

She doesn't know that Liam has been searching for the mysterious woman from the masquerade ball ever since that night changed him forever. And he has no idea that the composed, fiery assistant who challenges him at every turn is the same woman who haunts his dreams.

When the truth finally comes to light, will it bring them together or tear apart the fragile new life Hazel has built for herself and her son?

The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

The Sterling Group buzzed with early morning activity as I arrived, still feeling vulnerable without underwear after yesterday's encounter. My torn panties were still in Liam Sterling's possession—a trophy from our heated battle on his office couch. The memory made my cheeks flush as I settled at my desk.


I looked up to find Owen Harris, Damian Knight's assistant, standing by my desk with a warm smile. His friendly demeanor was a welcome distraction from my current predicament.


"Morning, Owen," I replied, returning his smile. "You're in early."


"Same as you. Thought we could sync up on today's schedule before the bosses arrive."


Owen was tall, blond, and undeniably handsome with his boyish charm and kind blue eyes. Under different circumstances, I might have been interested, but my body still tingled from Liam's touch.


"Great idea," I said, pulling up my calendar. "Mr. Sterling has the budget meeting at nine and lunch with the board at noon."


The Boss's Heated Proposition