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

"Chloe, I swear if you ask me to move that couch one more time, I'm walking out of this apartment," I laughed, collapsing dramatically onto said couch.


Chloe's eyes sparkled with excitement as she surveyed Noah's nearly-finished apartment. "I just want everything to be perfect for when he gets back tomorrow!"


I watched my best friend bounce around the living room, adjusting throw pillows for the fifth time. Her enthusiasm was contagious. After weeks of Noah being away on business, Chloe was practically vibrating with anticipation.


"It already looks amazing," I assured her, gesturing around the stylishly decorated space. We'd spent all morning unpacking boxes, arranging furniture, and hanging artwork. "Noah will love it."


"You think so?" Chloe bit her lip, suddenly uncertain.


"I know so." I stood up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "But what you're forgetting is that Noah won't care about the apartment. He just wants to see you."


A Perfect Day, An Unwanted Encounter