Jackson Cooper is your usual player, the charming heartbreaker, lover of the chase, indifferent to love and relationships. Except in this story, he's gay. And a little kinky. But otherwise, the textbook player who drops flings the moment they get too close, even if it means being a little cruel. Then one day he meets his match in Mr. Sawyer, the king of finance on the West Coast, wealth embodied, a cool, collected, and cold-hearted heartthrob who has Jackson questioning every part of himself and who he thought he was.
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Excerpt:
Mr. Sawyer breathes in sharply. He glances at the roses and chocolate. "I don't do romance." Jackson touches the hand on his chest, fingertips dancing lightly across the tendons, the slim wrist, the soft, sensitive undersides. Mr. Sawyer's eyes, stormy blue, lock onto his.
"This isn't romance, Mr. Sawyer. This is seduction."
"One and the same."
Jackson leans forward and brings his lips to Mr. Sawyer's neck. He hears a muffled noise and leans back until his mouth reaches Mr. Sawyer's ear, very proud of the light flush on his neck.
"Not in the slightest."
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Or:
Jackson Cooper thinks he's got everything figured out, and Weston Sawyer proves him otherwise.
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Warnings & Disclaimers inside.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you want to tear off my clothes."
"And what if I do?"
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Kingsley didn't believe in love. All he wanted was a single night with his incredibly hot boss, Lorenzo, that he had spent a year lusting over. When Lorenzo starts reciprocating Kingsley's advances, the man believes his fantasy will finally come true. But the corporate world isn't forgiving, and there are many roadblocks on the way. Read how their lives get complicated as things start getting steamy.
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[marked mature for sexual content]