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

"You hung up on Liam Sterling? THE Liam Sterling?" Chloe's eyes widened as she leaned across our table at the café, nearly knocking over her latte. "And you're still employed?"


I buried my face in my hands. "For now. But he's arriving tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure I'll be fired on the spot."


After my disastrous phone call with my new boss, I'd desperately needed moral support. Chloe, being the amazing best friend she was, had rushed to meet me after work.


"Tell me everything again," she demanded, eyes sparkling with mischief.


I recounted the entire mortifying exchange while Chloe listened, her expression shifting from shock to amusement.


"So let me get this straight—you suggested chamomile tea to one of the most powerful men in the business world because he sounded tense?" She burst into laughter. "God, I love you."


An Unexpected Summons and a Wardrobe for War