You’d be wrong. I’m the kind of girl who plays by the rules. Las Vegas is the place where rules go to die.I have a check list for my life, an order for which the things on that list are supposed to happen. So far, all has gone according to plan. That is until one fateful night when I meet him. My list wasn’t prepared for him. Frankly, neither was my slutty vagina. What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.

    Beautiful apartment. Handsome high school sweetheart. Impending wedding.Only her fiance doesn't love her anymore. He disappears into work, leaving her alone with her emptiness.Until Luke. The brooding lawyer needs a beautiful distraction. Soft lips against his chest, hard nails against his back, Alyssa groaning his name.He doesn't care that she belongs to someone else. He's going to claim her anyway.

     Oh, stop it. Don’t cringe. No one under the age of 80 clutches their pearls. You might as well get used to it, because for the next six weeks, you’re going to hear that word a lot. And you’re going to say it a lot. Go ahead, try it out on your tongue. F*ck. F***ck. Ok, good. Now where were we? If you enrolled yourself in this program then you are wholly aware that you’re a lousy lay. Good for you. Admitting it is half the battle. For those of you that have been sent here by your husband or significant other, dry your tears and get over it. You’ve been given a gift, ladies. The gift of mind-blowing, wall-climbing, multiple-orgasm-inducing sex. You have the opportunity to f*ck like a porn star. And I guarantee, you will when I’m done with you. And who am I? Well, for the next six weeks, I will be your lover, your teacher, your best friend, and your worst enemy. Your every-f*cking-thing. I’m the one who is going to save your relationship and your sex life. I am Justice Drake. And I turn housewives into whores. Now…who’s first?

    For a long time, I thought of that kiss, the kiss that unraveled everything, the kiss that changed the course of history, as a split second decision. But there was nothing split second about an obsession. And while she might have been impetuous and wild, there sure as hell wasn't anything split second about Rebecca . . . the girl I called Rebel.Rebel Love is a standalone romance.