The Dirty Suburbs Series by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

Keeland Masters...Growing up, he was the boy next door, my brother’s best friend, the guy who asked me to the prom...and then stood me up. He just vanished into thin air. Now that he’s back in town, he wants to come over to play. And I’m not talking hopscotch. But he’s hurt me once, so I’m sticking to my side of the fence no matter how good he looks pushing that lawnmower in all his tanned, toned shirtless glory.

Isla I'm paying alimony to my idiot ex-husband, my business hardly makes enough to keep the lights on and I'm literally holding my car together with duct tape. Scratch that, I'm holding my life together with duct tape. So I won't go on a date with the mysterious, new-in-town barista who makes my morning soy hazelnut lattee just the way I like it.. moreIsla I'm paying alimony to my idiot ex-husband, my business hardly makes enough to keep the lights on and I'm literally holding my car together with duct tape. Scratch that, I'm holding my life together with duct tape. So I won't go on a date with the mysterious, new-in-town barista who makes my morning soy hazelnut lattee just the way I like it...He'd better stop trying to hypnotize me with those honey eyes and those bulging shoulders that stretch the jersey of his coffee shop uniform, because I have enough on my plate and the last thing I need is yet another liability. Reuben The cinnamon-haired yoga chick who orders the soy hazelnut lattee every morning won't give me a shot. She thinks I'm just some college boy with student loans trying to get in her pants. Well, she's right about one thing. From the moment she first sauntered into this coffee shop with her long legs and her sad eyes, I've wanted to toss her onto the polished wooden counter and show her just how much of a man I am. There's so much more to me than meets the eye. I'm just trying to make her fall for me before my secrets make it to town. "Dirty Stranger" is book three in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois. less

Blakely My roommate found her happily-ever-after in the middle of our lease. Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad that she found her prince and they’re shacking up. I swear I am. But I've got rent to pay. So when my cousin offers to hook me up with a nerdy Silicon Valley programmer who spends his days writing code and watching Japanese anime cartoons, it seems like the perfect arrangement, especially for a timid, socially-awkward girl like me... moreBlakely My roommate found her happily-ever-after in the middle of our lease. Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad that she found her prince and they’re shacking up. I swear I am. But I've got rent to pay. So when my cousin offers to hook me up with a nerdy Silicon Valley programmer who spends his days writing code and watching Japanese anime cartoons, it seems like the perfect arrangement, especially for a timid, socially-awkward girl like me. But nobody warned me that said geeky programmer would be performing said boring activities while shirtless and dripping his libido-igniting pheromones all over my new sofa. A girl like me can't handle all that charm and charisma in such a small space. Every time he smiles, it feels like I’m on the verge of a medical emergency and these heart palpitations are really starting to worry me. He can't stay here. His effortlessly seductive energy is cutting minutes off of my life expectancy. This living arrangement definitely isn't going to work. Nicholas I've got angel investors lined up around the block to fund my next project. Too bad I'm burnt out and lacking inspiration. I spent years working 18-hour days to build technology that will make a mark on the world. But it's taken a toll on me. I'm desperate for a change of pace. So when a buddy mentions a low-key opportunity in a lazy little Illinois suburb, I jump on the offer. Now, I'm rooming with sweet, innocent Blakely. She’s got tempting curves, red curls and freckled skin that blushes every time I smile at her. But the girl is full of secrets…and she's got dirty, dirty mind. And now I've got a new project; corrupting that shy girl’s curvy little body. "Dirty Lover" is book five in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois. This is a 25,000-word novella. less

Lily I'm a little hormonal right now. Y’see, I found the ring at the bottom of his sock drawer, a modest diamond sitting on a thin, yellow gold band. But now 8 weeks later, it's gone. He returned it and my once-devoted boyfriend is having second thoughts. Did I mention that I'm pregnant? Anyway, I had to get out of the city and I had nowhere else to go. So, I jumped in my car and headed to Reyfield, Illinois. Now I'm working for a grumpy cowboy who sets my hormones into overdrive... moreLily I'm a little hormonal right now. Y’see, I found the ring at the bottom of his sock drawer, a modest diamond sitting on a thin, yellow gold band. But now 8 weeks later, it's gone. He returned it and my once-devoted boyfriend is having second thoughts. Did I mention that I'm pregnant? Anyway, I had to get out of the city and I had nowhere else to go. So, I jumped in my car and headed to Reyfield, Illinois. Now I'm working for a grumpy cowboy who sets my hormones into overdrive. Great. Just great. Jakob I like to keep to myself. Just me and my farm. So when a chatty city girl shows up in search of work, I'm hesitant to hire. But with her adorable blond ringlets and her pretty pink lips, I can't bring myself to say ‘no’. And did I mention that she's pregnant? Anyway, I’ve got to keep my head on straight and ignore the way she sends my libido into overdrive, all while keeping this farm from plunging into bankruptcy. Great. Just great. "Dirty Lover" is book six in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois. less

People assume that my marriage is over. They’re wrong. Daniel She kicked me out. She changed the locks. She had me served with those damn divorce papers. But if Grace Monroe-Trotten thinks she’s getting rid of me that easy, she’s mistaken. She doesn’t know the lengths I’d go to for her. I’m not giving up on my wife, on my son, on my marriage. I’ve changed. And a real man isn’t scared to jump through hoops (wearing ridiculous men's yoga pants) to prove it... morePeople assume that my marriage is over. They’re wrong. Daniel She kicked me out. She changed the locks. She had me served with those damn divorce papers. But if Grace Monroe-Trotten thinks she’s getting rid of me that easy, she’s mistaken. She doesn’t know the lengths I’d go to for her. I’m not giving up on my wife, on my son, on my marriage. I’ve changed. And a real man isn’t scared to jump through hoops (wearing ridiculous men's yoga pants) to prove it. One of us has to be the bigger person. I guess that’s gonna have to be me. Gracie I am so done with Daniel Trotten. He’s arrogant. He’s selfish. He’s hurt me too many times. I don’t care that he looks damn good jumping through hoops in those ridiculous men's yoga pants. Yes, he's still as sexy as the day I met him and my body still reacts to his in visceral ways but my heart can’t handle the blows anymore. I’m sick of crying myself to sleep. And I hate that dejected look on his face every time he comes to pick up our son for the weekend. We’ve both suffered long enough. It’s time to end this madness. One of us has to be the bad guy. I guess it’s gonna have to be me. Pre-order Dirty Forever, the much-anticipated conclusion to the Dirty Suburbs Series, today and find out if Grace and Daniel get their happily-ever-after. Hint: HEA guaranteed. And no cheating, promise. less

Roast the chestnuts. Spike the eggnog. Break out the ugly Christmas sweaters...Shoot me now. I'll be home for Christmas. Whether I like it or not. Reyfield, Illinois is the last place I want to be for the Holidays. Yet, here I am, headed that way in a car with my brother-in-law's drop-dead gorgeous, certifiably insane secretary. One look at her luscious body in that sexy elf costume and I want to drag her behind the Christmas tree and have my way with her... moreRoast the chestnuts. Spike the eggnog. Break out the ugly Christmas sweaters...Shoot me now. I'll be home for Christmas. Whether I like it or not. Reyfield, Illinois is the last place I want to be for the Holidays. Yet, here I am, headed that way in a car with my brother-in-law's drop-dead gorgeous, certifiably insane secretary. One look at her luscious body in that sexy elf costume and I want to drag her behind the Christmas tree and have my way with her. One taste of that feisty mouth under the mistletoe and now I'm a goner. This was supposed to be a quick trip to my hometown to fulfill my family duty during the Holidays but I'll be damned because with this girl in my arms, it's starting to feel like a detour toward forever. Dirty Christmas is a 20,000-word holiday novella in the Dirty Suburbs, a series of steamy romantic comedies set in small-town Illinois. Each story is a standalone. less