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What are you supposed to do when your best friend's little sister—a classic good girl—asks you to help her go bad? You should say no. You shouldn't pretend to date her so she can piss off her parents. You definitely shouldn't agree to take her virginity and show her all the experiences she's been missing out on. And you really shouldn't keep it a secret from her brother, the one who's your best friend and business partner.

On the surface, my new boyfriend is a stiff, buttoned-up architect. He plans every detail of his life while carefully maintaining the walls he’s built around his heart. But when the biggest project of his career pulls him away, Clay’s solution is both temporary and unconventional. It even comes with a name—Travis. This handsome stranger is sweet and thoughtful. He’s only meant to be a stand-in, to fulfill my needs under Clay’s watchful direction, yet these two men couldn’t be more different. The one thing they share? Well, I guess that would be me.

This tight end is at the top of his game. He's good with his hands, even better with his sexy mouth, and the best at making me forget my own name. His--ahem--stats are perfect. But I can't fall for him. He might be everything I want, all rolled into a glorious package of gridiron god, but there's one teeny-tiny problem. The vile, loathsome team I've spent my entire life hating--my beloved school's arch-rival? This guy is their star player.

No one knows how new members are selected to the board of Hale Banking and Holding. But there are rumors of a sordid rite of initiation. Whispers how one woman and nine men disappear into a boardroom. This time, that woman will be me. The Hale family owns everything - the eighth largest bank in the world, everyone in our town, even the mortgage on my parents’ mansion. And now Royce Hale wants to own me. He is charming. Seductive. Ruthless. But above all, he’s the prince of lies. My body may tighten with white-hot desire under his penetrating gaze, but I refuse to enjoy it.

I sell sex, sin, and pleasure, but it isn't just my business, it's my entire life. I get off on the power of controlling it all. She's the one woman I can't have. She threatens everything, and yet I can't stay away. There's a beautiful, sexual creature inside this timid girl that's desperate to claw its way out. I'm going to set it free, even if it brings my empire tumbling down.

Nothing says happy birthday like catching your husband in a compromising position with his boss. His male boss. Why, hello, midlife crisis. I’m starting over, but this time I’m doing it right. Or at least I’m doing what I want. Taking the day off from work to hang out poolside? Yup. Do I leave the swimsuit in my house? Sure. Does my very hot, 20-something pool boy happen to catch me naked? Oh, yeah, he does. And he likes what he sees…a lot. My best friend keeps telling me to have a fling and get back out there. But I’m not so sure she meant for me to do it with her son.

I am the woman men pay thousands of dollars to sleep with. I do what I love and what I'm so very good at. Then he walks in and drops $30,000. He wants to talk. And kiss. And take me home. In a single night, this man turns everything upside-down and has me breaking every rule I've lived by to keep men at a distance. I'm about to learn some lessons the hard way.

I would do anything for my dream job. Now I have to. In order to save my skin at the office, I'm forced to sell it at an exclusive and illegal blindfold club. He paid thousands of dollars for one night to own me, but when my blindfold comes off, I want more. More nights, more rules, and more from this unavailable and uncompromising man.

For years, he was a part of my life. I watched him rush to the hospital countless times, his beautiful surgeon hands racing to save lives. After all this time, I can’t escape the truth. I want Dr. Lowe. Lust chokes each moment we’re together. He promises to fulfill my fantasies - every dirty, naughty desire we can dream up. Only, I can’t have him. He’s confident. Experienced. Seductive. And he’s my ex-boyfriend’s father.

Colin Novak is the big man on campus. Huge—if the rumors are to be believed. Nearly every girl at Davidson University has had a ride on him...everyone, except me. Which is fine. This frat boy may be irritatingly hot, all carved muscle with a deceptively wholesome smile, but that’s irrelevant. He’s a Sig. When I catch his fraternity cheating at the Greek Week tournament, he denies it—causing our rivalry between houses to escalate. Colin and I may have started the mud fight, but it grows into an all-out war and ends with us expelled from our houses. Now I’m homeless, and it’s all his fault.

No man can own me. I negotiate sex for money at an illicit blindfold club, but my body is not for sale. I don't submit, and I don't surrender. Until I meet him. This beautiful artist's tattoo now covers the scar of the worst mistake of my life. Being with him could expose everything I've been hiding, and although there's so much at stake, I can't stop myself. The battle for control between us is too hot, too powerful to resist. With all my dirty secrets, what's going to happen when he forces me to come clean?

The Hale family is obsessed with status, power, and control. No problem is too big their money can’t solve. Royce Hale manipulated me into giving him everything. My virginity. My hand in marriage. My heart. And as soon as he got what he wanted, he callously sold me off for a cool $10 million. In the boardroom and the twisted game his family plays, he says the only rule is to win at all costs. Yesterday I learned a painful lesson not to trust the prince of Cape Hill. Today I’ll destroy his carefully laid plans and show him just how badly he’s already lost.

Five years ago, we’d been together and on fire, but the flames burned us both. Now she’s back in my life and is all my wildest fantasies in the flesh. I want her. The desire is too powerful to argue against, but I’m not interested in what we had. This is an arrangement about pleasure and finding out who we are behind closed doors. There won’t be talk of love or any sweet nothings whispered by either of us.

Once, the name Macalister Hale was uttered in the boardroom with respect. Now, it’s whispered in disgrace at cocktail parties hosted by Boston’s elite. Scandal nearly destroyed me, but the one thing larger than my infamy is my bank account, and I’ve learned money can solve anything. Well - almost anything.