A sexy, cocky, Australian named Chance was the last person I expected to run into on my cross-country drive. When my car broke down, we made a deal. Next thing I knew, we were traveling together, spending sexually-tense nights in hotels and taking unplanned detours.

Meeting a man in Vegas is easy. Finding one to settle down with? Not so much. When I relocated to Sin City for my job, I decided this was my fresh start to get away from old habits, including my penchant for dating the wrong type of guy. Namely, bad boys. So, I came up with an experiment to make me expand my dating horizons. I can only talk to men whose name begins with a certain letter of the alphabet. After I meet them, we hang out, and we might date for a short period of time, but if he’s not the one I move on to the next letter. It’s easy, and it leads me to meeting all kinds of new men until one night at the bar, a very sexy bartender discovers my little plan. The cocky bastard of a bartender is Nicolás Antonio Santiago, and he’s as gorgeous as his name. Enthusiastic, charming, and clever, Nic takes to my love life with interest and helps me with my pursuits. We become fast friends, and he whisks me on his wild adventures. His impulsive ways become addictive, and while I’ve been trying to stay away from bad boys, I find myself falling for one. As our relationship grows intense, I have to push my desires aside and stay the course. Nic doesn’t do love or relationships. Even if the sexual tension between us is palpable, I have an experiment to finish, and the next letter in my list is far from N. They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. My fear is when I leave, my heart will stay here too.

Temping sucks, especially when you have a shopping addiction.I started at Seemore Temps when my dreams were shattered and I needed something to pay the bills. At Seemore Temps they pride themselves on the three B's. Beauty, Brains, and Bounty. They supply the mostly male-driven businesses of Manhattan with able women that can do the job, and look good too. Needless to say, we're a popular Agency.Working for Mason Chase should have been easy. He was married, kind and a bit of a flirt, but pretty harmless. Not like James Murtaugh or the Shameless Bastard as I've come to call him. He's the ruthless, arrogant CEO of Renowned Investment Financial, and he's set his eyes on... me.He can have any woman he wants and will go to great lengths to have them. I need this job, but I want, Christ, what do I want? Do I give in? Let him conquer me like some Emperor? Or do I stay in my place and collect the paycheck? We shall see, either way, it's gonna be interesting.All good things must come to an end, right?Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

It was my time, a cross country drive heading home for my brother's wedding to figure out my life after college. Me, my dog named Goat, and the open road. That's all I wanted.He wasn't supposed to be part of it. My older brother's high school friend and my sister's ex. The cocky boy my eleven-year-old-self hated. The infamous Smith Blackburn.AKA Smug Bastard.The guy every girl wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be.The day after graduation, he left town and disappeared, losing contact with my family. But nine years later, he resurfaces and becomes a thorn in my side once again.After his motorcycle breaks down, my older siblings convince me to let him ride home with me. Kyle wants his old buddy at his wedding, and Kasey, still carrying a torch for him, wants nothing more than to see him again, convinced they are meant to be. It's the last thing in the world I want, but I learned long ago going up against the powerhouse twins is futile.After nine years, we've both grown up, but our mutual dislike lingers. Though I can't deny he is the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life. His piercing blue eyes, gorgeous rugged face, and muscular, tall figure belong on magazine covers. But he's still a smug bastard, and I'm still the annoying little "Baby K."Spending every minute together in a tiny camper van starts to twist the lines of hate, igniting feelings and passions I've never felt before, shoving me out of my safety bubble. Tension grows, and nights are filled with strain and forbidden desire. But I can feel him holding back. Cagey and cryptic, Smith's dark past hints at the surface.When it finds us, nothing could have prepared me for the truth-the secrets that flip everything upside down. I wasn't supposed to fall for him. He was never meant to be mine.

ASHTON BARCLAY, or as I like to call him, Mr. B. for Bossy, is fast becoming the bane of my existence.After running into him, literally, he's now popping up everywhere, and somehow managing to weave his way into my life.He's egotistical, smug, and so ridiculously good-looking it should be illegal-he's way too hot to handle. I don't do hot, those type of guys are more trouble than they're worth.Although, I'd secretly love to do him.We've kissed once-it was smokin', and led to me dry humping his leg in front of the entire club like a shameless hussy. Oh, and did I mention I deep throated his thumb within seconds of meeting him and I didn't even know his name.Apparently I have issues, big ones.He makes me do things I never imagined myself doing.He makes me feel things I'm not comfortable feeling.It just wouldn't work, even if I wanted it to. Between us we have more baggage than a carousel at LAX airport.He's everything I want, but can never have.Or so I thought.

Eden I'm organizing New York's biggest charity event of the year. But when the keynote speaker drops out, the success of my business hangs in the balance. There's one man who can help me. And no, I'm not above flying to the middle of nowhere to plead with the baseball legend in hiding. All I need is a yes. I didn't expect his hostility. I didn't expect a hurricane to trap me alone with him. And I didn't expect to find that he still owns my heart after all this time. Chase I left New York two years ago with my life and superstar career in shambles. All I want is solitude and peace to heal and start a new business, a new life, a new me. Then Eden shows up, asking for the impossible. If I could say yes, I would. She doesn't know the whole truth about my downfall. And I don't want her to know. To save us both, I will have to remind her I'm the bastard who hurts the ones he loves.

I met Bianca in an elevator. She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck. The beautiful raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed. She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she'd dubbed "Mister Moneybags"―her afternoon appointment.