Elise Faber

Jean-Michel Dubois is the owner of the professional hockey team, the Oakland Eagles, and established the world-renowned Oak Ridge Vineyards. And...he's fallen for me. Me. The boring woman who spends her time studying, baking cookies, and nannying for an adorable little girl.

She’s completely wrong for me. But I’m still going to claim her as my own. Faye St. James has only ever been my shy, reclusive next-door neighbor. Until her house burns down and I find out that it’s not just her home that catches fire. Underneath all that shy is a woman who’s smart and...

I signed the contract. I just didn't expect her to show up ten years later, ready to cash it in.

I'm not looking for forever. My gorgeous, billionaire neighbor has decided otherwise. I've been burned by enough bad ex-boyfriends to know that love isn't in the cards for me. I work hard, keep my head down, and avoid all romantic attachments like the plague. The only trouble? The infuriating...

The man had seemed so innocent in the bar - okay, not innocent, per say. He’d been hot, hard, and possessed a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. He’d also skipped out of town fast, leaving me woefully unsatisfied....

She hates me . . . I'm going to make her fall in love with me anyway. As captain of the SoCal Vipers, the last couple of seasons haven't been going well. My stats are slipping, and I'm at risk of being traded. So, I'm not in the mood for a case of mistaken identity with the woman playing bouncer...

Elise Faber presents Book 3 in the Oak Ridge Vineyards series. Contains mature themes...

Sera used to believe in happily ever afters. Well, she still believed in them. Just not for her. For Seraphina Delgado, finding a man who loved her for who she was inside, rather than simply appreciating her outward appearance, had proved to be impossible....

Brit has the chance to make history by being the first female goalie to play for an NHL team, the San Francisco Gold. So, when she is introduced to Stefan, the Gold's captain, she is determinedly not interested....

Kelsey Scott has never wanted anything more serious than a hookup. Work triumphs all, men are simply trainable orgasm machines, and her friends and family are everything....

The first sign of trouble was the rough, masculine voice. The second was the Scottish accent. God, Cecelia loved Scottish accents. The last was the scent - his scent - familiar and uniquely Colin....

It began with a cock. Of the rooster variety. It ended with a groomsman toppling into the wedding cake. Heidi hadn’t meant to be a bad bridesmaid. She loved her best friend and the man Kate was marrying. Who she didn’t love? The groom’s brother....

Mike Stewart is a bad boy. Sleeping around. Boozing. Fighting with teammates. Name a bad behavior and he’s done it - done it so well, in fact, that he almost tanked his career as a starting defense man for the NHL’s San Francisco Gold....

Kate McLeod was desperate. Her younger sister was having her first baby, her younger brother was recently married, and Christmas was coming. And in the McLeod household, Christmas was everything....

Hookups weren’t for her. Rachel knew that. She was a good girl - sigh - she’d always been a good girl. Except when it came to him. She’d met the "him" in question in a bar, of all places....

I had it all. Two beautiful children. A gainfully employed husband. A successful food blog. The only thing missing from my life was...heat.....

Heather O’Keith is the biggest, baddest female CEO around. She’s known for being tough as nails, fair to a fault, and a shark when it comes to securing contracts for her business, RoboTech. She’s also lonely....

The white dress. The diamond ring. The full church. The...missing groom. Molly Miller had become a cliché when Jackson Davis left her at the altar, but she’d crawled back from the heartbreak and embarrassment and was living her dream of running a successful eatery in San Francisco....

He was too young for her. A decade too young. Rebecca Stravokraus was the top publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart and capable, and could spin a story like a spider spins its web. But there was one thing she couldn’t do. L.O.V.E....

Stef blamed the dating app. She saw his picture—his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love. In a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right. Then in the morning, she saw that he’d swiped right, too....