Autorentext

I’m Rosa, a contemporary romance author based in the UK.

I love crafting stories about strong, sassy heroines who aren’t afraid to speak their minds. These fierce ladies are paired with alpha heroes who are as rugged as they are emotionally guarded.

I have a weakness for specific tropes, such as billionaire alphas with egos the size of their bank accounts, age gap romances that show love defies age, workplace romances that give "office politics" a whole new meaning, enemies-to-lovers stories that make you want to lock the characters in a room until they sort out their feelings, and grumpy-meets-sunshine matchups proving that even the most brooding of men can melt with the right woman by their side.

When I’m not lost in my writing world, you can find me roaming the countryside with my own Happily-Ever-After guy (who refuses to read my books, likely worried he’ll see himself in them, or even worse, not see himself at all) looking for a great hike with a pub at the end.

Klappentext

A modern Cinderella story for lovers of contemporary romance, with a down-to-earth heroine who catches the eye of a wealthy and seemingly unattainable CEO, leading to unexpected complications.

Danny Walker, my big brother’s arrogant, powerful, handsome, and completely unobtainable best friend.

He’s a ruthless tech tycoon, and I take calls from angry clients who can’t reset their passwords.

He lives in a London mansion with holiday homes worldwide, and I rent a room in a flat-share with my best friend and mice.

Our worlds couldn’t be further apart.

Falling for him is not an option.

Eight years ago, I made the mistake of flirting with him only to be rejected…hard.

To this day, he won’t acknowledge me as anything more than his best friend’s silly little sister. Which is fine because I can’t stand to be around that emotionless CEO.

Regardless of him being the hottest man I’ve ever met.

Now I find out he’s bought the company I work for, making him my boss’s boss’s boss.

And he wants to get rid of me.

Danny Walker is not a man to be messed with.

But perhaps there’s more behind his cold, detached stares than I thought.

Stone-faced ruthless CEOs don’t fall for scatty girls like me. Or do they?