She’s off limits and I follow the rules—normally. In my line of work, rules keep you alive. They are not to be broken. For anything. Or anyone. But I’m barely keeping my head above water with my sexy new rookie. She’s out of bounds. My mentor’s daughter. Everything I shouldn’t want. But I need her. I’ll teach her how to follow the rules on the job. In bed? I’ll show her how good it feels to break them. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

Romance is a waste of time and energy. I’m not going deep with anyone. Let’s keep things on the shallow end of the pool. Where it’s easy to get out when I’m ready. Besides, my focus is on bigger things. Things that actually matter. Like changing the world. Until I need a sexy fake date to round out my image. Ridiculous as it is, it’s my only option. Something about me being aloof and arrogant. What? Me? No… But my date is more than a role to fill. She’s everything I’ve avoided in life so I don’t settle down. And she’s trouble. She’s keeping a secret from me that could ...

What happens in Vegas goes viral in Vegas. Wait… Being the only child of America’s wealthiest man is painful at times. But it only gets worse when your name changes in the middle of the night thanks to a drunken lovefest turned marriage. It started with a fight with a pretty pink cocktail and ended with a not-so-pretty pink plastic ring on my finger. And he was a perfect stranger. A very hot stranger, but that’s quite irrelevant now. Oddly enough, an annulment isn’t in the cards for us. You see, in order for my drunken mistake not to affect the lives of thousands of innocent ...

And my new intern is perfect for the job, though pretending to have a relationship with her might be a little taboo. Good thing I'm in charge. Being a self-made billionaire, I haven't spent much time looking for love. None actually. Lucky for me, it's fallen right into my lap. This pretty American girl has zero sense of direction, but a good heart and a sexy smile. I've always been smitten by a woman that needs rescuing, or so it seems. Something tells me that she might be more than I bargained for.

Best part about just one night? You can be whoever you want. But so can they. She was my mystery girl. Until she wasn’t. Turns out I wasn’t the only one who lied about who I was that night in Paris. Now I see the real her. And she needs help. I’m willing to give her more than that. Working together is just what I need. Her curves are the best part of my day. My night, too. But nothing this good is easy. When someone threatens to burn us down, I’m left wondering. Was one night in Paris all it was supposed to be?