Her undisgused seduction knew no bounds. His untamable lust craved to possess her. It was dark, seductive and unsettlingly illict. It was a clandestine affair... #1 Seductively Explicit series

Mandy's seductive plan takes a turn for the worse when a complete stranger, the pretentious and God-like Brandon Gage, walks in on her wearing nothing but a trench coat and high heels. After her last long relationship ended with her betrayed, Mandy is looking for someone comfortable and "perfect," AKA Jake, the boy she has always been in love with. Sadly, fate has other plans. As an attempt to get Jake to finally see her as a woman (his nickname for her being "Man"), Mandy accidentally seduces the wrong guy when his roommate walks in on her instead. Her error becomes Brandon's new challenge. Brandon starts appearing everywhere, distracting her from plans to win over Jake. When she mistakenly announces in a lecture hall that she would love to straddle (meaning "strangle") him, his efforts double. After a sports injury, Brandon becomes her patient at the university health clinic where she works. Brandon flirts and teases, as Mandy's physical therapy job requires her to massage his muscles. Eventually, he develops OSMWSSJAFFM: "Operation seduce Mandy while she seduces Jake and falls for me." Brandon learns, however, that pretending makes him want her more. For Mandy, an art major who lives (and literally paints only) in black and white, a boy like Brandon who adds color to her life and makes her lose control, is dangerous. Especially when his muscular build is like something from an erotic fairytale. Can modest Mandy really fall for a guy who, whenever she bites her lip, threatens to lick it better? Can she overcome her trust issues from her abandoning father and cheating ex, and learn to let him in?

Oh my... That voice and that laugh. Those tattoos. Those muscles. Every single square inch of that man is pure, unadulterated perfection. Screw his reputation. I don't care that the local news has labeled him a "vicious criminal." The entire town may be afraid of him, but I'm not. I've known bad people in my life, my mom being the worst. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that's true, Rooter's soul is good and pure. I don't care what anyone says. I want him. Bad. And my wish comes true. After Rooter saves me from a pair of dangerous thugs, we embark on a passionate romance. But I quickly learn that while Rooter isn't quite as evil as everyone believes he is, he also isn't quite as perfect as I thought him to be either. He's as infuriating as he is sweet and as secretive as he is sexy. Worst of all is his crazy ex-friend-with-benefits who won't go away. Then comes an accusation of a brutal crime. Can our fledgling love survive? ***This story contains adult language and themes.*** ***Please note, this is NOT, I repeat NOT, the final edited version of the story. There may be mistakes with spelling and grammar. Please forgive me if and when you find them. I am saving the final edit for print publication (hopefully)***

This isn't a deep book about first loves or self-discovery. If you want a book like that, I'd be happy to recommend one, but I don't have that kind of story to tell. Instead my story is about rash decisions and finding out that your dream guy is bad in bed. It's the story of when I finally went skinny dipping, and how my life was never the same again. Oh, and it's also the story of my freshman year of college and realizing Mr. Right might have been there all along.