I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me.

When Russ loses his third girlfriend in a row to his overly voracious need for getting down and dirty, he complains to his friends that a girl wouldn’t ever have this problem. Case in point: His friend Krystal, a lesbian who sleeps with dozens and dozens of hot dates. But since he’s not a girl, Krystal proposes an alternate solution: Why not go see a fortune teller and see if a little hypnosis can cure him of his appetites?

I'll be the first to admit that I live at extremes. After going 10 years locked in what felt like a dysfunctional marriage, I'm now decidedly boy-free. In nearly three years I've had no boyfriends, no flings, no dates, and no sex. For the sake of my dream career, the sacrifice has been easy. At least it was. Until he came along. Lukas Hendricks. He's rude, gorgeous, arrogant - a stone-carved wall of muscle and distraction. He's everything I know to avoid but there's no avoiding your next-door neighbor.

Poppy is nothing special. She was making ends meet and trying to enjoy life. But a strange necklace caught her eye at the thrift store. Now, three gorgeous men have stumbled into her life, and she's torn between being terrified and excited. That is, until they tell her she is the future queen of the Underworld. Not only that, but she needs to bond with her hellhounds - the three heads of Cerberus - and protect the Underworld from a goddess who wants it for herself.

Never trust a man who answers the front door wearing nothing more than a pair of low-cut jeans and a panty-melting smirk. That should've been my first sign. I write about guys just like him for a living - sexy and charming, yet reluctant to get into a serious relationship. His body screams sex appeal, but his condescending personality makes him a classic f--kboy. And I want nothing to do with that.

They throw around words and phrases: "Could be the greatest ever..." "Revolutionary sound..." I don't give a sh*t about anything but my music. It's my art. My escape. Until I run into a fiery redhead coming out of the bathroom of my favorite dive bar. Literally run into her. Both of us pressed against the wall. Her panting against my neck. Bristol's different - quick-witted and snarky, not the usual groupie. She doesn't care that every record label in the country wants to sign my band. She didn't even know who we were until tonight. But, she wants me. They all do.

Liss is leaving everything she knows behind for an adventure with sexy rock front man Joe Hawk. Life on the road is wild and intoxicating, a constant party that ends every night with laughter and passion. But when the plus sized beauty finds herself falling in love with Joe but out of love with his lifestyle, she has to decide who she wants to be and where that leaves her budding relationship. Under the bright light of fame a spark of love can glow or fade to nothingness.

When you've lived the reckless rock and roll lifestyle Rick Fars has it's no surprise to learn he's been there, done that, and in Rick's case he's most likely left his T-shirt behind on some woman's bedroom floor. As a wealthy playboy bachelor Rick's never been taken by any woman, but he's taken plenty and often. Outwardly, Rick is living the dream, however, appearances can be deceptive and behind closed doors Rick's life is far more complex than most would realize. When the past and the present collide, will Rick's future finally help him to know his own mind?

Wrong. Sinful. Taboo. I know I shouldn’t want him. I know I shouldn’t touch myself in the middle of the night as thoughts of him run through my mind. Thoughts of his kiss, his touch, his love. I’d spent years obsessing over the man I thought I couldn’t have. But as it turns out, he wants me too. And he wants me now.

Sweet, nerdy, lovable Keaton. She's my best friend and has been for years. Sure she likes numbers and math, and thinks doing other people's taxes is fun. And I like...none of that stuff. She reads novels I'll never understand, and yet we just click. There's no one I'd rather share breakfast burritos with or binge watch hours of Netflix with. She's my person. And so when she takes off her glasses and asks me to help her improve her skills in the bedroom, I barely have to think about it. Of course I'll help her. There's no one better for the job. But what happens when she's ready to take her new-found confidence and move on?