Frustrated with the dating scene and way overdue for some satisfying sex, she takes a friend’s advice and hires Sabian, a deliciously sexy escort. He’s well worth the money, and the sheets haven’t even cooled off before she’s ready to call him again.The more time she spends with him, the more she realizes she and Sabian have more in common than she thought. She’s a single mom, he’s a prostitute, and when it comes to dating, they’re both damaged goods. To most potential mates, Jocelyn and Sabian are in a category akin to dented soup cans, but if the two of them can look past each other’s respective dents, they just might find something they’ve both been missing.But even if they do find that something, how on earth can she make a relationship work with a man who sleeps with other women for a living?This book was previously published.

    Prepared for two weeks of sun-drenched melancholy, she finds much more than nostalgia in the house where she used to spend her summers as a child.

    Because when I drink, my friend and I do stupid things. Like take a page out of my older brother Creighton’s playbook and post something completely asinine on the Internet. Waking up with a giant hangover to find my humiliating personal ad has gone viral is not my finest moment.Cue my look of shock when one of the movie industry's hottest new bad boys, Cavanaugh Westman, comes knocking at my door proving he has all the criteria I asked for in my ad. What I really need from him is an explanation for why he disappeared from my life without a word three years ago. What do I do now that he’s claiming he wants me again?