The Bishop family meets their happily ever afters in this standalone duet box set
His Under Contract
I never thought I would end up a housekeeper scrubbing floors. It doesn't matter if the floors are in a million-plus dollar condo, in one of Chicago's most exclusive addresses. I'm still on my hands and knees for the most obnoxious a$$hole I've ever met. The jerk believes his own press as one of the biggest rainmakers in Chicago. Ethan Bishop is sought after in the boardroom and the bedroom. While even his sister thinks he's best taken in small doses, she offers me a job I can't refuse, not if I don't want to go back to my parents with my tail between my legs. I need this job, and it's not like it's forever, just until I'm not on the edge of poverty. Let him be the unrepentant manwhore who didn't do repeats. It's better for him not to be at home, so close that my stupid body goes nuts when I even think of him. It's better this way, because he could never want me. I'm a plus size not a size two model he's used to having. I'm safe, it doesn't matter how badly I want him, he doesn't want me.
Does he?
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His Sweetest Sin
I can't believe it. Christopher Baldwin, the baddest boy in baseball, wants me. Amelia Bishop…I was maybe a solid seven before an accident changed my life, leaving me fat, broken, and avoiding mirrors. If he hadn't said it with a stare hot enough to melt brain cells, I would never have believed him when he told me my curves are what he wants.
An arrogant a$$hole with tattoos, a diamond glinting in his ear, and a dirty mouth promising wicked things, Chris Baldwin is no boy. Chris is all man, and a lethally gorgeous one at that. With dimples flashing as he invites me to sin in a slow Southern drawl, I'm trying to remember I don't swoon, sin, or—wait, what? I forgot not to stare directly at his dimples, and those bright blue eyes aren't safe either. Sorry, as I was saying.
As appealing as the idea of sinning with Chris is, there is no doubt in my mind I would fail miserably at it, even under his expert tutelage. Chris has been on a steady diet of strippers, women who have all the right moves. Me, I have no moves at all. Chris is major league; I would get laughed out of little league.
I'm also his lawyer, at least until my brother, Ethan, comes back from vacation. Getting involved with clients is a huge no-no, no matter what primetime television might show. As gorgeous as he is, Chris isn't worth the possibility of hurting my career or losing the hard-earned respect of my boss and brother.
Only I can't deny he makes being bad sound so good. Once Ethan is back I'm no longer Chris's lawyer and it's open season on all my good intentions. Being with him is still dangerous, as his fame attracts all sorts of trouble. Who knows what complications could tear us apart?
