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 watched Liam's fingers trace patterns on my thigh, his eyes dark with desire. Something shifted inside me. Tonight, I wouldn't be the passive recipient of his pleasure.


"Not so fast," I whispered, catching his wrist.


Confusion flickered across his handsome face. "Hazel?"


I smiled slowly, deliberately. "My turn."


Before he could respond, I unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over the center console. My fingers found his belt buckle, working it open with newfound confidence.


"What are you doing?" His voice was husky, strained.


"Taking what I want." I met his eyes as I lowered his zipper. "Any objections?"


Liam's pupils dilated, his breathing quickened. "None whatsoever."


I freed him from the confines of his boxer briefs, wrapping my fingers around his length. He was already hard, hot against my palm. The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating.


"You're not the only one who's missed things," I murmured, lowering my head.


Stealing His Breath