"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

She's a good girl gone bad. Penelope is desperate to leave this town and all the bad memories behind. She wants to run away, far from her alcoholic mother and her multiple unpleasant boyfriends. She'd always keep her head down, focusing on school and her part-time job. But when she finally snaps... she loses that tight control and goes down a dark rabbit hole. Now Penelope needs saving. Officer Cameron likes control. He's demanding. He's harsh. He rarely smiles. Except he's tough on the outside but soft on the inside. One late emergency call to a sleazy club leads him to Penelope and she falls right into his arms. The lonely, crying girl? She melts his heart. She just needs someone to hold her. And Cameron? He wants her and he's going to teach her how to be a good girl again. Except... she's too young. Both Penelope and Cameron are stuck in a vicious cycle. Right or wrong? Yes or no? "Touch me," she pleads. "I won't. I will never. I'll take care of you from far away, Penelope. But I will never touch you. Not like that, not how you want it," he confesses.

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.