Bad Boy checklist: English accent, dirty imagination, and an even dirtier mouth. Sex whenever and wherever I can get it. V-card carrying co-stars beware!
I know what I’m doing when I invite A-list actor Dare Wilde to step into my life.
He’s the badass villain to my sweet ingénue.
I know how to play this role, even if it’s my first time.
The problem is he knows too, and he’s not sticking to the script.
Flicka Caine lands in my lap like a cherry bomb—fuse already lit.
She might taste like spun sugar, but there’s nothing sweet about the ache she causes.
The child star is all grown up.
I refuse to be her mistake, but I think she could well be mine.
This is a standalone novel, with no cliffhangers.