What happens when the kink between the pages leads to heat between the sheets?All Blake Crawford wants is to pass his creative writing course, get his university degree and take over his dad’s ailing family business. What Amanda Newland wants is to graduate at the top of her class, as well as finally finish her novel and prove to her family that writing is a respectful career.

What Blake and Amanda don’t want is to be paired up with each other for their final project but that’s exactly what they both get when they’re forced to collaborate on a writing piece. Since Amanda thinks Blake is a pushy asshole (with a panty-melting smirk and British accent) and Blake thinks Amanda has a stick up her ass (though it’s brilliant ass), they fight tooth and nail until they discover they write well together. They also might find each other really attractive, but that’s neither here nor there.

When their writing project turns out to be a success, the two of them decide to start up a secret partnership together using a pen name, infiltrating the self-publishing market in the lucrative genre of erotica. Naturally, with so much heat and passion between the pages, it’s not long before their dirty words become a dirty reality. Sure, they still fight a lot but at least there’s make-up sex now.

But even as they start to fall hard for each other, will their burgeoning relationship survive if their scandalous secret is exposed or are happily-ever-afters just a work of fiction?

Born into blood, I was a mafia princess. Raised in hiding, I was a Californian sweetheart.

The day my father sold my thirteen year old body to pay off a five year old debt was the day my mother stole me in the dead of night. She protected me as she was supposed to.

My father may have been the king, but my mother was the queen.

The mafia blood was hers.

That was ten years ago. Now… the devil was on the loose.

Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso was my father’s right hand man and the boy I’d loved since I could tie my own shoelaces. He was always the most ruthless and the most deadly of all the children.

He’d thought I was dead until the day his assignment was given: Kill Adriana and Alexandria Romano. Kill the princess, and definitely kill the queen.

What he didn’t know was that the queen was dead, and the princess had taken her throne.

Blood didn’t lie. It smeared, distorted, stained. But it didn’t lie.

My father was going to learn the hard way that the empire he’d stolen belonged to me.

And so did Carlo ‘Hunter’ Rosso.

It started out like any other morning on the train.

 

Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle.

 

He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world.

 

Who did the stuck-up suit think he was…God?

 

Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it.

 

When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out.

 

I might have picked it up.

 

I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers.

 

I might have held onto the mystery man’s phone for days—until I finally conjured up the courage to return it.

 

When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me.

 

So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk’s office.

 

I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though.

 

I didn’t expect him to text back.

 

I didn’t expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.

 

I didn’t expect to fall for him—all before we even met.

 

The two of us couldn’t have been any more different.

 

Yet, you know what they say about opposites.

 

When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract—we consumed each other.

 

Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for where I’d wind up when the ride was over.

 

All good things must come to an end, right?

 

Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.