Cassie-Ann L. Miller
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About Cassie-Ann L. Miller
Cassie-Ann L. Miller is an Amazon Top 10 bestselling author. She writes steamy contemporary romance with a dash of angst and a sprinkle of humor. And if her toddler weren't rebelling against his bedtime right now, she'd have a minute to write her author biography, too ;)
Find out more about her books on her website: thedirtysuburbs.com
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That marriage pact I made with my grumpy, off-limits best friend. That was totally a joke...Right?
It was a heat-of-the-moment agreement scribbled onto the back of a crinkled gas station receipt nine years ago.
"If neither of us are married by age 30, we'll marry each other."
Haha! So funny!
Cash moved to a city 500 miles away. Building his billion-dollar empire. Making a name for himself.
Me? I stayed in our gossipy hometown. Working a simple job. Living a simple life.
And we never discussed the marriage pact again.
But I just turned the big three-oh.
And Cash showed up at my door, in the middle of a freaking rainstorm.
Tall, muscled and soaking wet.
With a birthday cake in his hand and a daring smirk that says he means business.
Holy plot twist! Didn't see that coming!
Now the small town rumor mill is in overdrive.
Cash is dissolving my defences with those sexy half-smiles he saves just for me.
And my brain is exploding with what ifs...
What if we give this a shot?
What if we're crazy enough to try?
What if we're good together?
We've always been 'just friends'. We're experts at playing it safe.
But his skin on my skin leaves me reeling. His oh-so-fiery kisses melt my excuses.
I know our decade-plus friendship is on the line. But I'm aching to see Cash's wild side.
The Wild Side is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, friends-to-lovers small town romance. It is set in small town Iowa and is book one in the Wild Westbrooks Series.
I grip his muscular shoulders and tilt my head back, inviting his lips to my neck. "I...I'm not sure this is appropriate," I whisper, breathless.
After all, we're just friends. Nothing but friends.
"It isn't. Definitely not appropriate." His voice is gruff and low and just as breathless as mine. He inches closer and his warm mouth touches my ear. "Now the real question is, do you want me to stop?"
When I came back to Sin Valley, the mission was simple—avoid the ex-girlfriend who broke my heart. At all costs.
Too bad I just (accidentally) moved in next door to her. And her battery-operated boyfriend(s). Plural.
No matter how hard I try to steer clear of Desiree Grant, fate keeps tossing us together.
And, so far? It’s not going too well for me.
When our eyes lock across the crowded bar, I get all tongue-tied and make a damn fool of myself.
Next, we end up trapped in an elevator alone and my protector instincts switch on at the speed of light.
Then, a pink, glittery, vibrating package with her name on it shows up in my mailbox and—poof!— there goes my master plan to resist her.
Okay. Change of plans.
Now, I've got a new mission in mind—reminding my gorgeous ex-girlfriend that her battery-operated playthings could never compare to me.
Y'see, the truth is, I never stopped thinking about her. Never stopped wanting her. Never stopped loving her.
But things are different now.
She's a single mother with a demanding career and a little boy she's raising on her own.
I'm a former military man, struggling to find my place in the civilian world.
The life I'm trying to build is a threat to the life she's fighting to protect.
But I’d go to war for a second chance with the girl who was always supposed to be mine. This time, I'm determined to give her the happy-ever-after she deserves.
Now, the only question is, how do I get her to play along?
Pfft...And I thought this would be simple.
Playing Along is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, single mom and grumpy protector-next-door, small town second chance romance. (Wow—that was a mouthful!) It is set in Sin Valley, Iowa and is book 3 in the Playboys of Sin Valley Series. It is a standalone.
Falling for him is not okay.
Too bad I’m already up-to-my-eyeballs in love.
I always imagined myself with my very own Prince Charming. The kind of man in those fairytales I grew up reading.
And when Eli Kingston shows up in Crescent Harbor—grumpy, jaded and fresh out of jail—I know he's not the one for me.
So what if I find myself living under his roof as nanny to his adorable daughter?
I can resist his wide shoulders, his muscled forearms, the big d*ck energy pinging off him like electromagnetic waves.
Like I said, he's not the one.
But seeing him turn to goo for his daughter? That's my weak spot, right there.
Watching him banter with his brothers? There goes another point in his favor.
Seeing him fight like hell to rebuild the life he lost when he got tossed into jail? I'm Team Eli all the way.
Soon, I discover that his kisses are magic. And when our bodies meet, it's almost too good to be true.
Now, I've got capital-F 'feelings' for my boss. Our love is unfolding like the storybook romance I've always dreamed of.
But here's the thing—Eli's not the only one with a secret. I've got a big, bad monster hiding out at the bottom of my panty drawer. (Not the battery-operated kind, unfortunately).
When he discovers that I’m not as innocent as I seem, will the pages of our fairytale go up in flames?
Mister Bossy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, single dad and nanny small town romance featuring a schmexy ex-convict daddy with a big, big heart under a big, big layer of concrete. It is set in small town Illinois and is the conclusion to the Bad Boys in Love series.
I'm done waiting. I'm moving on with my life...I'm having a baby.
I really need to get over Walker Kingston.
My lifelong infatuation with my best friend is sort of embarrassing. The tall, broody hunk of farmer has always been my fierce protector, my constant hero, my knight in flanneled armor.
But to him, I've never been more than a friend, the girl he saves from trouble in the middle of the night.
This whole damsel-in-distress thing is getting kind of old. I'm tired of being a burden on Walker. I'm ready to stand on my own feet.
I may never win his love but I'm ready to focus on the other things I want in my life.
And what I want most? A baby.
I've practically got one foot inside the sperm bank when the overprotective alpha intercepts my plan. Now he says he will father my child.
I'm trying to get over the guy. So letting him be my baby daddy is low-key dysfunctional.
But Walker insists it won't affect our friendship. Plus, he has all these amazing qualities that make his offer super hard to resist. He's strong and charming and fine as hell. And he's the only person I really trust.
Okay. Fine. Grab the specimen cup. Off to the fertility clinic we go.
Except nothing ever goes to plan.
Now I need rescuing--again. And Walker has made it his mission to take care of my every need--again.
And when the ever-grumpy cowboy introduces me to his soft, nurturing side, I'm a goner.
Well, damn. How the hell am I supposed to get over the man now?
Mister Baby Daddy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, arranged pregnancy, small town romance featuring a growly alpha with a huge savior complex and a strong distaste for turtlenecks. It is set in small town Illinois and is book 3 in the Bad Boys in Love series.
A full-length standalone. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.
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 latte 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.
The cinnamon-haired yoga chick who orders the soy hazelnut latte 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.
Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions...
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.
My new roommate? Oh, boy.
The last thing I want is to rent my spare bedroom to my ex-husband's best friend.
His six-foot-three, dimple-faced, alphahole best friend.
His injured-professional-football-player best friend.
But desperate times, desperate measures, y'know?
I can't afford to hold grudges. These heaping bills of mine won't pay themselves.
Keeping my distance from my new roommate should be simple enough. I mean, I can't stand Jude Kingston. Plus, as my ex's friend, he's so off-limits he's virtually radioactive.
In any case, Jude promises to stay out of my way. He's just a broken football hero in need of a quiet place to focus on healing his injured knee and saving his lifelong dream.
Um, not so much...
The man is infuriating. He spends his days parading that shirtless, muscle-bound body all around my house. He insists on involving himself in my private business. He has zero concept of personal space.
But he also has this boyish, unintentional charm. And this inconvenient way of repeatedly coming to my rescue.
Suddenly, lust is throbbing in every room of this house.
Lingering gazes over the dinner table...
Sweaty workout sessions on the living room floor...
Stolen kisses in the moonlit hallways...
I can't fight these soft feelings growing roots in my belly. Jude is a vine, slowly wrapping himself around my heart.
But when a piece of my past threatens his entire future, will our love even stand a chance?
Mister Baller is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, enemy roommates-to-lovers small town romance featuring a stubborn footballer with a sinful eight-pack, an insufferable ego and the food preferences of a toddler. It is set in small town Illinois and is book 2 in the Bad Boys in Love series.
A full-length (85 000-word) standalone. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.
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.
Samantha Trotten... I should have been her first kiss. I should have been her "first time". Instead, I ended up being the first jerk to break her heart. But a lot of things were outside of my control back then.
I've been to hell and back over the past few years. She doesn't even know the half of it.
Now, I'm back in town and I know I should keep my distance. But now that I've laid eyes on Sammie, all I want is a do-over...And I won't quit until I get it.
"Dirty Neighbor" is book one in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.
Note: "Dirty Neighbor" is a full-length (55000-word) story. No cheating. No cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed.
Bossy. Infuriating. Sexy as sin...I can't stand the man.
And he's waiting for me at the altar.
I'm up to my eyeballs in unpaid rent. So is half this town.
Cannon Kingston is the devilish, arrogant billionaire with the power to save us all. But he wants something in return...
My hand in marriage.
The terms of our twisted contract are simple. A month or two of dirty, dirty matrimony and he'll drop the eviction threats.
No biggie. I've got this...
Until he switches up the rules on me halfway through the deal.
First come the bed-breaking orgasms.
Then come the late nights, spilling secrets in the dark.
Now, he's after my heart.
But this is strictly business. Falling in love is a big, fat no-no. I'm not looking for a fairytale ending. I'm just trying to save myself and my town.
Cannon Kingston is a man who always gets what he wants. And now, I'm at the top of his wishlist.
I'm no spineless damsel, though. I can bring this king to his knees.
...Unless he steals my heart for ransom first.
Mister Billions is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, marriage of convenience small town romance featuring a billionaire with a sinful body, a cocky grin and a serious attitude problem. It is set in small town Illinois and is book 1 in the Bad Boys in Love series.
A full-length (80 000-word) standalone. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.
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.
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.
My family and friends think that I'm traipsing across Europe dominating one runway after the next and amassing a small fortune. But the truth is I'm in New York City, on stage at the auction, about to sell off my body to the highest bidder just to pay off the outrageous debt that I owe to my modeling agency.
I’m only 22 but apparently, I’m already past my prime. I’m scared and I’m humiliated. Still, I know that one month with a wealthy stranger will solve all my problems.
But the last person I expect to be placing bids on my (non-existent) virginity is Raphael Silver, my father's sexy and filthy rich best friend.
Raphael I miss the good old days when closing a business deal meant cracking open a bottle of aged scotch with a rich old bastard in the VIP section of an upscale Manhattan strip club.
But, this young, trust fund brat wants to take it up a notch. That's how I ended up at this ultra-exclusive sex club, watching idiot billionaires bid at a virginity auction.
This place is sleazy, even for me. I'm not the type of man who gets off on ‘paying for play’. Still, I'll go along with it just to get this new client.
But the last person I expect to see on that stage in a sparkly little outfit is Evangeline Brooks, my best friend’s way-too-young, way-too-tempting daughter.
I can't help but notice that she's all grown up but I'll be damned if I let one of these scumbags get their hands on her. I’ll do anything to protect her, even if it means buying her for myself.
Dirty Silver is book 7 in the Dirty Suburbs, a series of steamy romantic comedies set in small-town Illinois. Each story is a standalone.
I can't stand Clinton Alvarez.
My life was meticulously organized, painstakingly structured and impeccably sanitary...until he rolled into town with his bad manners, his short temper and his cocky smirk. Now, he's opened up his grungy barbershop right next door to my pristine cupcake shop, bringing along his clientele of sketchy, leather-loving motorcycle guys with broken noses.
He's infuriating. Having him around brings out the worst in me. All of a sudden, I'm acting on impulse. First, I'm flinging a handful of over-ripe raspberries at his back. Then, I'm screwing him on the countertop between the cash register and the cakepop display.
Waking up with a blanked-out memory on his threadbare sheets is unquestionably the low-point of my life. Except now, the only thing I hate more than Clinton himself is the fact that I'm starting to fall head over heels for him.
He has a secret that will rock the foundation of all the things I believe in. But it's foolish to jump to conclusions because, in some stories, it's not easy figuring out exactly who the bad guy is.
Bad Boy is a steamy, laugh-out-loud enemies-to-lovers romance set in small town Illinois. It is book 3 in the Blue Collar Bachelors series. It is a full-length, 60 000-word novel.