A sexy rockstar walking into your hotel room sounds like a dream come true.
When you’re in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was, it’s a freaking nightmare.
It gets worse. What I thought was my room . . . was actually his.
I’d just given last year’s hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy.
Now everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson’s hotel room. Nobody knows I’m that girl and it’s going to stay that way. It’s not like I’m going to run into him again, right?
Wrong.
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Walking into Jake’s bachelor party to see my professor motorboating a stripper?
Talk about Awkward.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t completely hot for the guy. I had been since I first walked into that feline anatomy class and saw him performing chest compressions on a Persian cat named Andrew. All I could think about was how I wanted to be the next creature to slither under those strong, masculine hands.
It was every woman’s dream, right? Finding a man who knew how to handle a pussy.
So, as I sat in that strip club and knocked back my third tequila, I started thinking . . . I should make a move on him.
When our eyes locked over the busty blonde stripper who was gyrating against me, and he smiled, it was all the encouragement I needed. I politely pushed her aside, stood up, and walked over to him and . . .
I’ve got no idea what happened next. I knew there was a reason I avoided drinking tequila.
Judging by the way he’s smirking at me as I walk into his class on Monday?
I’m not sure I want to know . . .
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Vodka should come with a warning:
Mixing with Karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote when you were fourteen, about the boy who broke your heart.
At least he didn’t see it.
Oh wait. He did.
I should’ve just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend’s wedding.
When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk tells me he’s hasn’t changed. He’s still the same arrogant asshole who made my childhood hell.
He insists on driving us home, and while he’s the last person I want to be around, he and I both know it’s a bad idea for Lily to be anywhere near that wedding.
I’m on the road trip from hell with my heartbroken cousin, and the one guy I can’t stand.
What was I thinking?
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Standing on the balcony, outside my boss’s apartment, wearing only my underwear?
Not how I expected to start my Saturday morning.
I guess I should’ve thought harder about going home with my sexy new gym instructor, especially since I had no idea the guy was married.
When he pushed me outside five seconds before his wife walked through the door, I jumped one balcony over. I thought it would be less embarrassing for a total stranger to find me than his wife.
That was a smart move.
So here I am, wearing next to nothing and freezing my ass off, staring through the living room window at my young, sexy, and very intimidating boss, Chase Winston.
I have two choices: I can sit here and try to think of another way out of this and risk dying of hypothermia. Or I can suck it up and knock on that window.
After a long, internal argument with myself, I choose option two.
Here goes nothing . . .
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They call him the Anaconda, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t because he likes snakes.
Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I’d spend hours watching from the safety of my bedroom window.
I saw lots of things I probably shouldn’t have. Sometimes I’d touch myself, imagining it were his hands roaming over my body instead of my own. I had just one mission-to find out if the rumors were true.
Then one day, he caught me watching him.
I was mortified. I was prepared to quit college, move to another country, and live the rest of my life saying, “Nick who?” But, apparently, life had other ideas.
Because Nick? Well, he isn’t just my neighbor . . . He’s also my father’s best friend. If I thought things were difficult before, they were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Oh, and those rumors? Holy fuck, were they true . . .
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I’m the girl who likes “the cock in the back hole.” At least, that’s what the dating profile my so-called friends set up for me claims. I’m also into BDSM, Furries, and “I’ll try anything twice.”
I have no idea the profile exists until the replies start rolling in. They range from funny, to downright creepy and everything in between. Just as I’m shutting down my email account for good, a new message pops up.
He’s funny and he’s the only one to suspect the profile is a joke, so I think what the hell? I reply.
When he suggests that we meet, I say yes. When I walk into that bar, he’s sitting at a table, facing the other way. He turns his head just enough for me to be able to make out his face . . .
Fuck. It’s Cameron Hunter, one of the rudest, most arrogant assholes I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. He’s also the son of one of the state’s most influential judges. The same judge who’s about to become my step-father . . .
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We’ve all been there.
One minute, you’re sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the next you’re lying in the back seat of your best friend’s car as she races you to the ER.
And not the closest one either.
No. You’re headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five minutes away is where you start your residency next week.
So there you are, lying in cubicle nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about to examine you isn’t young, sexy or male.
Of course he’s all three.
Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the single most embarrassing moment of my life.
Discovering he’s my brother’s new roommate is even worse.
Contains mature themes.