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

The office had gone quiet as night descended over Haven Harbor. Only the occasional clicking of Hazel's keyboard broke the silence as we worked through the mountain of financial records. I couldn't help stealing glances at her concentrated face, the way she bit her lower lip when focusing on a particularly complex spreadsheet.


"You're staring again," she said without looking up from her laptop.


I didn't bother denying it. "Can you blame me?"


A small smile played on her lips. "We should take a break. I'm going cross-eyed looking at these numbers."


"I was just thinking the same thing," I said, stretching my arms above my head. "Hungry?"


I stood from my chair and walked to the phone. "Chinese or Thai?"


"Surprise me," she replied, pushing her hair back from her face in a gesture that was becoming dangerously distracting.


An Irresistible Proposition