No Room For Rivals

By the time Ivy Ellison realizes she’s about to throttle her coworker, there are three cameras rolling and half a million people watching the livestream.

Ivy does not improvise. She color-codes. She forecasts. She has bled for every step up the corporate ladder, and this promotion is supposed to be the moment it all pays off. The only variable she didn’t account for is Cole Hartwell—her infuriatingly charming rival, all reckless grin and broad shoulders, who treats their shared project like a dare instead of a career-maker.

Their task: pull off a live-streamed eco-activism singles weekend at the Hotel Bellwether. Their secret weapon: Blaze Tate, a human energy drink with a massive following and not a single functioning impulse control. When Blaze hurls himself off a dock to splash around with sea lions, donations spike, views explode, and Cole shoots Ivy that I-told-you-so look that makes her want to both deck him and drag him into the nearest supply closet.

One chaotic influencer. One campaign that could define their futures. And, thanks to a booking glitch, one too-small hotel suite with one very solid, very shared bed.

Ivy has a long history of being the almost. The back-up plan. The safe option men settle for when they’re done chasing what they really want. She swore she’d never let her heart outrank her ambition again. But as late nights blur into early mornings and their sniping turns slow, electric, and unbearably tender, the promotion stops being the only prize on the table.

If Ivy walks away, she keeps the life she built alone. If she stays, she risks something far more dangerous than failure: letting Cole be the first person she doesn’t have to come second to.

No Room For Rivals is a standalone Hotel Bellwether romance packed with enemies-to-lovers friction, one-bed tension, competence kink, and a slow burn that finally, gloriously, catches fire. No need to read the series in order.