Mason Family Series

The Mason Family Series is a heartwarming series featuring strong alpha males and the heroines that bring them to their knees. With both heart and heat, the Mason family enjoys fan-favorite tropes such as office romance, enemies to lovers, second chance, millionaire heroes, and more.

Blaire Gibson knows better than to have one-night stands. She prides herself on her decision-making skills. It’s the one asset that has never let her down. But even the best thinkers have weaknesses. Hers is a delicious business mogul with a quick tongue. Unfortunately for her, that tongue is good for more than just talking.

Coy Mason is a jerk. If there is one truth that Bellamy Davenport knows, it’s that. Well, that and the fact she didn’t mean to hurt him. Physically. Coy can’t be hurt emotionally because he doesn’t have a heart. Coy is not just the small-town, literal boy next door. He’s a heartbreaking, womanizing, mischief-making (and delicious) man and was all of those things well before he became a hot-shot country music sensation. He’s a dream standing in her doorway with no shirt, messy hair, and a “Do you wanna?” grin. But he’s also a nightmare for her heart, and she knows it.

“How did you get in here?” That’s not what you want to hear when you’re staring into the sea-green eyes of the hottest man you’ve ever seen. Yet I suppose it’s a fair question, considering I’m an uninvited stranger standing in Boone Mason’s kitchen. If you think that’s bad—just wait. It gets worse. This charming and wealthy playboy, who can’t pay his bills on time or find his way to the grocery store (but we all have flaws, right?), is sweet. Confident. Playful. He’s almost perfect. And, to make matters worse … He’s smitten with me.

The Mason Family Series is a heartwarming series featuring strong alpha males and the heroines that bring them to their knees. With both heart and heat, the Mason family enjoys fan-favorite tropes such as office romance, enemies to lovers, second chance, millionaire heroes, and more.

“I had to sneeze.” I should’ve taken her insurance information and driven off like any reasonable CEO with places to be would. She crashed into my car, for heaven’s sake. Because she had to sneeze. What did I do? I didn’t get in my car and drive away if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope. I stuck around. I could suggest I stayed because she needed help, but the truth? She was really, really hot.

Romance is not in Wade Mason’s portfolio. This is tragic. It’s unfair that a man so maddeningly gorgeous—an architect with a deliciously squarish jaw, adorably dimpled chin, and the hottest black glasses that straddle the line between professional and provocative—rebukes all things love. I knew this well before I walked into his office.