Oops I Fell For The Billionaire Next Door
(2026)(A book in the Oops I Feel For The ... Next Door Romance series)
A novel by Deidre-Ann Anderson
A helicopter just landed next door to my fixer-upper.
I spent every dollar I had on this cabin, two acres, and the freedom to build my landscape design business without answering to anyone. The roof leaks. The hot water quits after eleven minutes. I love every warped inch of it.
Then Beckett Rhodes moves in next door with his espresso machine, his architect, and his jawline, and suddenly my peaceful mountain life has a six-foot-two problem.
He rerouted my water access. His crew starts at six a.m. And he sent me a gift basket with a note that says "Welcome to the neighbourhood" like he didn't move in after me.
I march over to fight. He opens the door shirtless and offers me coffee.
I should hate him.
I do hate him.
Right up until his generator dies and he shows up at my door in the rain looking like a lost golden retriever. Right up until he fixes my porch railing without being asked and pretends he didn't. Right up until he kisses me against my garden wall and I kiss him back like I've been waiting for it.
Beck Rhodes can buy anything he wants. But I'm not for sale, and the only currency I take is showing up and getting your hands dirty.
Lucky for him, the billionaire looks even better covered in mud.
Oops I Fell For The Billionaire Next Door features a billionaire who can't buy the one thing he wants, an independent heroine who'd rather fix her own roof than accept help, enemies to lovers, neighbors to more, forced proximity, he falls first and falls harder, size kink that will make you fan yourself, and a guaranteed happily ever after that proves love isn't something you can purchase — sometimes it just moves in next door. Connected to the Crimson Hollow universe. Steamy. Funny. No cliffhanger.
Genre: Young Adult Fiction
I spent every dollar I had on this cabin, two acres, and the freedom to build my landscape design business without answering to anyone. The roof leaks. The hot water quits after eleven minutes. I love every warped inch of it.
Then Beckett Rhodes moves in next door with his espresso machine, his architect, and his jawline, and suddenly my peaceful mountain life has a six-foot-two problem.
He rerouted my water access. His crew starts at six a.m. And he sent me a gift basket with a note that says "Welcome to the neighbourhood" like he didn't move in after me.
I march over to fight. He opens the door shirtless and offers me coffee.
I should hate him.
I do hate him.
Right up until his generator dies and he shows up at my door in the rain looking like a lost golden retriever. Right up until he fixes my porch railing without being asked and pretends he didn't. Right up until he kisses me against my garden wall and I kiss him back like I've been waiting for it.
Beck Rhodes can buy anything he wants. But I'm not for sale, and the only currency I take is showing up and getting your hands dirty.
Lucky for him, the billionaire looks even better covered in mud.
Oops I Fell For The Billionaire Next Door features a billionaire who can't buy the one thing he wants, an independent heroine who'd rather fix her own roof than accept help, enemies to lovers, neighbors to more, forced proximity, he falls first and falls harder, size kink that will make you fan yourself, and a guaranteed happily ever after that proves love isn't something you can purchase — sometimes it just moves in next door. Connected to the Crimson Hollow universe. Steamy. Funny. No cliffhanger.
Genre: Young Adult Fiction