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I’m engaged to a monster. One who keeps me on a very short leash. I know my days are numbered before I can call this man my husband, but I don’t mind. Because I know I have to do this. I signed up for this. Until I meet Ledger Thorne. In the clandestine corners of our world, a forbidden bond blooms between us, fueled by a longing too dangerous to name. It’s completely sinful the way he stares at me. The way he breathes my name. The way he burns for me too. To want Ledger is dangerous. A danger I can’t have any part of.

He's a danger on and off the track. Danger Hudson has made a career out of doing things the hard way. The tabloids have nicknamed him the 'Bad Boy of Racing' and he proves them right at every turn. Wild parties. Fast women. And even faster cars. Until his manager finally slams the brakes and hatches an absurd plan to calm the press—pretend to be engaged to Monterey Grander, the drop-dead gorgeous daughter of the team's owner.

Devereaux Huxley has a problem his billions can’t fix…me. He's the owner of Club Greed, an adult club that caters to the fantasies of the rich and powerful, Devereaux’s the prime suspect when the girls employed at his club start turning up dead.

Ellis Atwood is the devil. Ok, maybe that’s too harsh. Ellis Atwood is ruining my life. First, he demolishes a perfectly good wedding trellis. Second, he destroys a gorgeous doggie wedding that I spent ages planning. (I kid you not.) Third, he makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and that is not ok. I prefer the cold and harsh way my fiancé makes me feel so much better. (Wait, that didn’t come out right.) Fourth, and there is a fourth, he gets me all wound up and flustered.

Picture this: I've got five brothers, and I'm the only girl. Standing out isn't easy. So, when I pitched my genius idea for jazzing up our family establishment, Atta Boy Brewery, you can bet he wasn't on board. Maybe he thinks I'm too much of a risk, or maybe he's just protecting his turf. The best friend? Griffin Cole, the hotshot chef and my brother's lifelong buddy. When I suggested turning a dusty storage room of the brewery into a party zone, I didn't expect Griffin to have my back. Suddenly, we're cooking up more than just great beer ideas together.

I've always lived by one major rule, don't fall for your best friend, and this is one rule I can't break. I'm supposed to write an article about a topic so scandalous, I can't even say it. Starts with B, followed by DSM. I know nothing about the lifestyle, so I'm committed to learning the ropes—pun intended. When my best guy friend offers his help, I happily accept. Paxton Atwood might be ridiculously handsome, but we're platonic and there will be rules to follow. #1 No kissing. #2 Keep our undies on. #3 No actual boinking!