[MATURE CONTENT] I pushed her up against the wall making her squeal in delight. It had, by now become my favorite sound. "No, Lucas we really shouldn't keep doing this!" she managed hoarsely. "You say that every time." "I know bu-" I cut her off slamming my lips into hers once again enjoying the sweet taste of her cherry lip balm. I sucked on her bottom lip moving to her neck, sucking and kissing the soft light brown skin leaving bright red hickeys. "Luke... Don't!" she shuttered. "Mmm," I chuckled "I like when you say my name like that." Lucas James moves into the city to pursue his dream career as a journalist but is instead given the job as a paper organizer at a small publishing company. Distressed, he goes to his friends' small nightclub where he accidentally spills a drink on K'aori Joyner, a young woman with a secret identity.

Dove Selene has never had it easy! How many jobs did she have to do without quitting? Finally, she meets a Caleb, who recruits girls and trains them as models for bigger agencies. She vowed to work her butt off to get hired by a bigger agency, preferably "Cross fashion world Inc (CFW Inc)" agency! Angelo Cross knew talent when he saw one. Falling head first for talent! He was one to know not to mix business with pleasure. It was supposed to be just training classes. But when classes turn to something more, Angelo is unsure. One look at Dove, and you could tell she was a mess!

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.