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

I paced my penthouse living room, unable to shake the image of Hazel Vance from my mind. Those fierce green eyes, that defiant tilt of her chin, her lips parted in anger. My body reacted instantly to the memory.


"Damn it," I muttered, pouring myself a scotch. Three fingers, neat.


I took a long sip, welcoming the burn down my throat. The intercom buzzed, announcing Damian's arrival. Perfect timing - I needed a distraction from my inappropriate thoughts about my assistant.


"You look like shit," Damian greeted cheerfully, walking in and heading straight for my bar cart.


"Thanks for the assessment," I replied dryly.


Damian poured himself a drink and settled into my leather armchair. "So, what's got you all worked up? Let me guess - the new assistant?"


I shot him a glare. "Is it that obvious?"


"Only to someone who's known you since you were ten." He grinned. "Plus, I saw how you looked at her today. Like you wanted to either fire her or fuck her."


Crossing the Line After Dark