A Taste For Trouble

Rose Murphy writes steamy romance novels for a living, and every hero she imagines just happens to look like Dominic Carlisle…the grumpy, gorgeous, billionaire who happens to be her godmother’s son.
Dom is a six-foot-something, devastatingly handsome CEO with a jawline that could cut glass, a freakishly tidy house, and the emotional range of a teaspoon.
Meanwhile, Rose is five feet of glitter, chaos, and dangerously big feelings…the kind that can turn even the most polished penthouse upside down. And she’s not alone. Her feral black cat, Sweetpea, has a strict “no men allowed” policy, which Dom is...

Rose Murphy writes steamy romance novels for a living, and every hero she imagines just happens to look like Dominic Carlisle…the grumpy, gorgeous, billionaire who happens to be her godmother’s son.
Dom is a six-foot-something, devastatingly handsome CEO with a jawline that could cut glass, a freakishly tidy house, and the emotional range of a teaspoon.
Meanwhile, Rose is five feet of glitter, chaos, and dangerously big feelings…the kind that can turn even the most polished penthouse upside down. And she’s not alone. Her feral black cat, Sweetpea, has a strict “no men allowed” policy, which Dom is about to test…repeatedly.
He thinks she’s a nuisance. She thinks he’s her muse. And neither of them is prepared for the meddling of Maplewood’s sharp-tongued, old-money grandmothers, who’ve secretly decided these two belong together.
When Rose needs help, Dom steps in like the reluctant billionaire hero he is. Soon, Rose is living in his apartment, and raiding his kitchen at midnight, while Sweetpea hisses at him from every countertop. Together, they are slowly unraveling the orderly walls he’s spent a lifetime building.
He thinks she’s too chaotic. She thinks he’s too uptight. And the tension simmering between them says they’re just one stolen kiss away from combusting.