Books in the Naughty at The Nouveau series

She's the new property manager. He's the new maintenance supervisor.They rub each other the wrong way-until they start to rub each other the right way.Oh. So. Very. Right.Landry:I've got news for this guy: I may be smaller than him but I'm not intimidated by him. Maybe he's intimidated by me. A lot of men can't handle having a woman for a boss, let alone a younger woman. That's his problem, not mine. I was hired to do a job and I intend to do it-just as soon as I can peel my eyes off his wide chest and those artistically tatted, exquisitely muscled arms. His hands . . . they're so big. All of him is big. And tall. And grumpy. And gorgeous. I'm fine. Everything's fine.Vaughn:There is no way she's old enough to be the manager. Not a chance she's had enough work experience to handle this job. Or even enough life experience! She's definitely pretty, but she's got an attitude-thinks she's bigger than she is, that's for sure. But she went from fiery to frightened quick when she saw that snake. And she came straight to me for protection. She's too young for me to be thinking the thoughts in my head about her. Entirely. Too. Young. And technically, my boss.Welcome home to The Nouveau: Luxury apartment living at its naughtiest.

She's the trusted leasing agent, taking some responsibilities off her manager's workload. He's the owner of the new landscaping company she's just hired. Sure, they had a situationship that ended abruptly, but that was years ago. Ancient history. It doesn't even matter anymore who ended it. So, will it matter who rekindles it?Carina: Of all the properties in this city, he had to walk into mine. No, not walk. Saunter. As if he has nothing else to do, nowhere else to be, just strolling through life--his and everyone else's. He hasn't changed a bit. If I'd known, he was owner of Rough Hands Landscaping, I'd have scratched that company off my list so fast. It's fine, though. It's not like I'm going to sit here the whole time replaying memories of his warm, rough hands touching every square inch my body. Pfft, please, I barely even remember. But that voice . . .Declan: When I asked my office manager who I was meeting with at The Nouveau and she told me the woman's name was Carina, I knew. And I told myself it would be fine. Maybe we'd both get a good laugh out of it. But being face-to-face with her after all this time is having unexpected effects. My brain knows how long it's been, but as far as my body is concerned, she could've just left my bed this morning. Every part of me spontaneously reminisces the sensations of every part of her, and if I don't get a grip on myself, I'm about to make quite the unprofessional impression. But those eyes . . .Welcome back for a second chance at naughty romance at The Nouveau.