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 Hazel and Liam on the dance floor, so caught up in each other they might as well have been alone in the room. It was about damn time.


"Mission accomplished," Chloe said, clinking her glass against mine. "Those two just needed a little push."


"More like a shove off a cliff," I replied with a grin. "But it worked."


A flash of red caught my eye as a woman slid into the empty seat beside me. She had fiery copper hair cascading down her back in loose curls, bright green eyes, and a smile that sparked something immediate in my chest.


"Your friends are cute together," she said, nodding toward Liam and Hazel. "Though I'm guessing from your spying that this was some sort of setup?"


I laughed. "Guilty as charged. I'm Damian."


"Scarlett," she replied, offering her hand.


Instead of shaking it, I brought it to my lips. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman."


She rolled her eyes but didn't pull her hand away. "Does that line usually work for you?"


Charmed by a Spitfire