It’s his fault for leaving his door open while he was getting changed. I've seen my stepbrothers gorgeous, ripped body before, and have been half in love with him since he moved into my house. He’s cocky and sexy and when he calls me princess I want to punch him in the mouth. But I’ve never seen a d*ck that big, and now that I have I can’t seem to think of anything else. I want him, but crossing the line could risk the happiness of our new home. Harrison would never make the first move, so I guess I’m going to have to find a way. And the masked Halloween party at his best friend’s house seems like too good an opportunity to pass up.

    When it comes to romance, I’m looking for something real, something that will last: the happily ever after. As a divorce attorney, he loves to tell me there’s no such thing. As a wedding planner, I choose to disagree. We disagree on almost everything, in fact. Everything except James Bond. The only time we really get along is when we’re watching 007 flicks together, and I’ll admit—he has rescued me from a disaster or five. So when one of the baton twirlers from his parade leaves a baby girl at his door with a note that says “I’ll come back for her” and he begs me for help, I can’t turn him down. But it’s a mistake. Because watching him with his daughter, I start to see another side of Nate, a side that has my breath coming faster, my body craving his, my heart longing for him to change his mind about love and tell me there’s a chance for us. I don’t want to be just another girl leaving his apartment in the morning. I want to be the one he asks to stay.

    But Sam? That’s playing with fire. A bad boy Rockstar with melting eyes and that dimpled cocky grin. I wasn’t going to say no. It was one long hot steamy night. My hands in his tousled hair, his lips so hungry on my skin… I broke it off the next day, but I haven’t forgotten. His wounded gaze still eats up my soul. And now he’s proposing marriage to save my ass. It’s just business, right? We won’t forget it’s pretend. Will we?

    Instead she meets the sexy front-man who agrees to give her access to his crew if she gives him access to her body.All Lock demands in return is three days of complete control over the Sunday School teacher. With a contract, because he’s been burned before. One misstep could send the band—and his tenuous sobriety—up in flames.Hailey and Lock push each other’s limits… Against the penthouse window. Backstage. In the limo and on the elevator. But as the contract counts down, neither are ready for the party to end.