Since my mom ditched me senior year six months after her wedding to chase her Hollywood dreams, I've been leeching off her now-deployed sergeant husband and his hot but cocky rock star son, Danny Zane. But now that I'm two months away from holding a P.R. degree and full-time employment at the company where I interned this past summer, I can finally stop being their baggage and get out on my own. With my freelance jobs being random and Danny's shelled-out money to me spent on a kid's cancer benefit, I'm yanked back home for my last spring break. Danny'll surely roadblock my intention to be a girl-gone-wild. He's just annoying like that.
While I'm home, his famous band Itchy Fringe is involved in a fatal DUI, and I'm just the chick to fix its shattered image. At least, that's what I believe until I learn I was only hired early as a remote consultant and made head of the band's re-imaging team because it's assumed I won't fraternize with the client, which is against company policy and grounds for termination.
Um, yeah. There's that tiny little detail. Sparks are just beginning to fly between Danny and me. Fiery, electrifying, girly-bits-zapping sparks. Sure, giving in to passion would obliterate both of our lives, but ... I don't know if I can stay away or keep my hands off. Not only is he sexy as hell with dirty talk that could tempt nuns, I think ... I think I might be falling in love with him.
*** USA Today Best Selling Author *** I'm a happily married sex fiend, who loves to write naughty stories that mix the sweetness of chocolate with the bite of leather. I like sensuality, kink, fruit, impressionistic art, spanking and beauty. I hate big bugs, freedom crushers, injustice, artificial orange and onions. Along with 27 other people in the world, I have never read 50 Shades of Grey.
Ah the heat of a forbidden romance. I loved this story. It kept me drawn in. The if, when, and who's just kept me enthralled the whole time, and the sexual tension is unbelievable. I am very eager to read more about the IF.