Three hundred and thirteen days ago, Veronica Allen was a fierce and independent woman ready to kick life’s ass and take names. Fear wasn’t even in her vocabulary. Three hundred and twelve days ago, she was shattered like a china doll under a sledgehammer.
What a difference a day makes.
Clayton Briggs was building his perfect life. A successful business, check. Dream home, check. Dog named Roscoe P. Coltrane, check. The only thing missing was a woman with a “take no prisoners” attitude to share it with.
That last checkmark was proving elusive.
Could Clay’s dream life include a woman needing to rebuild herself first?
Could Ronnie lasso her fears with power tools and reclaim herself in the process?
There’s only one way to find out, and that’s to hack it.
When what you do under the covers lands between them.
What would you do if your weekend tryst turned your encounter into a best-selling novel and movie?
Well, if you’re Trevor Dickson, son of legendary porn stars and a former child actor, you audition for it, of course.
Ryder—Trevor’s go-to alias—helped him maintain a no attachments lifestyle. Not to mention, escape his parents’ infamy . . . and his own. A lifestyle he’d always enjoyed until he spent one amazing weekend with a woman who he wanted to know him as Trevor.
What better research for an erotic romance novel is there than a weekend of passion using fake names and no phone numbers?
Tangela Webber wanted to be the biggest thing to hit the book world since e-readers.
Tangie got more than she bargained for. Fame came swiftly, and her debut novel was being made into a movie. She knew her anonymity wouldn’t last forever. She just never expected it to end when her real-life muse walked in to read for the leading role.
Who better to play that part than the original Ryder Hard?