Dr. Greydon West had it all … or at least that’s what everyone said.

The broody, single father of two was nothing like I’d imagined.

He was my boss … I was the nanny.

Hot-tempered and regimented, with spreadsheets for everything, he had me wondering why he’d ever had kids in the first place.

The word fun had no place in this man’s life.

And then one day I stumbled upon his secrets… the mystery behind his brusque behavior.

I began to notice things I hadn’t before.

That was when those sexy dreams started waking me up at night.

The lust that exploded within me was impossible to ignore.

And that kiss … I definitely should not have let that happen.

Nothing good could result from that.

If I wasn’t careful, everything, including my heart, would go up in flames.

I knew my rule of NO MORE MEN would get me in trouble. I just didn't know how much. Then again, who knew my new neighbor would turn out to be Manhattan's hottest veterinarian? And how was I to know my one hundred and fifty pound dog named Dick would end up needing his services. Ok, that didn't mean I needed his services too, but it ended up that way. It was only supposed to be a fling, a quickie, a one and done. Except one turned into two, then three, annnnd you get the picture. Before we knew it, he gave me a lot more than puppies and fairy tales. And my stupid rule? I should’ve stuck to it because more than my heart was now at risk.

From USA Today Bestselling Author, A.M. Hargrove, comes the 3rd stand alone book in the West Brothers Novels. These do not need to be read in any particular order. This is a full-length, enemies to lovers, slow burn, contemporary romance.

“This story engrossed me from page one. I was rooting for Pearson long before I should have because he’s so complicatedly endearing.” Jana Aston, NYT Bestselling Author

They say there’s a fine line between love and hate. Ours was a mile wide.

To put it bluntly, my life sucked.
When I finally got up the courage to divorce my abusive jerk of a husband, never did I imagine his prick of an attorney would buy the pack of lies he sold him.
Needless to say, they stripped me of everything, including my precious daughter.
So imagine my shock when that hot shot attorney’s name appeared on top of my list at the substance abuse center where I worked as a counselor.
Yes, MY LIST!
I completely lost my Zen.
Then rage sunk its claws into me, his chart flew across the room, and slammed into the wall.
How could this possibly be happening?
Karma couldn’t be this cruel.
How could I be an empathetic counselor to my worst enemy, bad boy Pearson West, who helped destroy my life?
Turned out, his arrogant behavior was more than offensive … except that the cocky bastard, with his startling blue-gray eyes, way too sexy mouth, and tight jeans, had me lusting after him.
Every. Single. Night.
I was going to have rise above my hatred to maintain my professionalism and help this enemy of mine, unless I strangled him with my bare hands first.
Surviving Pearson West could be the greatest challenge I ever faced.