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The day you overhear your best friend say she’d like to have sex with you is a damn good day. Cris always takes care of me at work. What’s wrong with me taking care of one of her needs? Besides, it’d only be temporary. One breathless encounter later, I learn two things: First, we are compatible in ways that exceed our working relationship, and second, she’s chosen me to be her first. Most guys might balk at the responsibility. Not me. Put me in, coach.

We're 13 girls, captive to a man we rarely see. Obedience will become all we know - it is the only emotion we're permitted to feel. When we're bad, we're punished. When we're good, we're rewarded. Our scars run deep, yet we survive because we have to - because he teaches us to. All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are. He has us for a reason, but it's a reason we don't know. We haven't seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it.

Once upon a time, I met Talia Richards at a charity fundraiser, and my world stopped on a dime. When she proposed that I work with her on a project, I leapt at the chance. Months later, I’ve only seen her twice since that fateful night - twice. I’m dying. The day I cave in and fly out to visit her, I watch as she is unfairly fired by a pair of dimwits - one of whom is quickly acquainted with my fist. I sweep in and offer Talia a contract to work for me, as long as she doesn’t mind moving into the townhouse next door....

To Violet Foster, the past 10 years have been a continual replay of an ill-fated night in high school. Without warning, she went from Downriver’s sweetheart to unintentional adult film star, her most intimate moments shared with the world in 10-second loops. She's lost friends, been forced to change career plans, and had to stop dating because of that one indiscretion. The last thing she wants is to return to the scene of the crime, but with her grandma’s health failing, she doesn’t have a choice.

I never finish a project late. Ever. So, when sassy, stilettoed Vivian Vandemark swaggers in with a roll of red tape to shut down my construction site, you can imagine my reaction. Although, it involves a sledgehammer and perfectly good drywall, so maybe you can’t. She doesn’t look or act like any government employee I’ve met, and I’m determined to uncover her secrets. When I lean in, I lean in hard. But so does Vivian. Now that we’re incinerating the bedsheets, we’re in way over our heads. What started out as physical infatuation quickly morphs into more.