RONNIE He's rude. He's crude. He's socially unacceptable. Jackson Tremaine gets under my skin as easily as he gets into my pants. He's the prince of late night television and he single-handedly ruins my life between commercial breaks. That's fine. Payback's a bitch, and she's named Ronnie Fitz. JACKSON Ronnie thinks she knows men, but she don't know Jack-jackshit, that is. The biggest problem with Ronnie Fitz? She's addictive. I had the best night of my life with her, and now she decides we can only be friends? Screw the friend-zone. It's the fuck-zone or no-zone with Jackson Tremaine.

For two years I held Vance Winters off... Right up until the day my fiance dumped me for his mistress and Vance kissed me senseless. Vance Winters was six feet of dangerously beautiful mayhem. Wicked blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and golden skin covered in tattoos. Trouble. I should have taken one look and run in the other direction. I should have told him to take his job offer and shove it up his tight, perfect ass. I should have done a lot of things. I won't lie. One touch of Vance's mouth to mine was better than all four years with my ex. I was tempted. So very tempted. Tempted, but not...

We said we could do casual. We swore we wouldn't fall in love. We lied.
Charlie I didn't buy my house just so I could stare at the guy next door. I swear. It's not my fault he mows the lawn with his shirt off. His tattooed muscles are an eye magnet. I can't look away. The first kiss is an accident. One taste and I have to have more. We were supposed to keep it casual. Neighbors with benefits. No big deal. When a client comes after me for turning him into the FBI, Lucas swears he'll keep me safe. I'm not supposed to fall in love with him. That's not the deal. I'm walking...