My name is Callie Landry and I have done something that would make my mama roll in her grave and my grandmother beat me to a pulp with her cane.
I stepped out of the box I’ve been in. I went against every rule I have ever made and took a chance on the sexy stranger I saw across the ballroom at an event my company was catering.
Somehow-not somehow, I know how it all happened. I got blotto drunk and lost my senses-I ended up in bed with a stranger and threw the very last rule I had to the wind.
I slept with a man I don’t know, a man who does not know my name and never gave me his. One night of burning hot passion, one walk of shame later, one month of denial.
One morning of utter shock and horror.
I’ve been watching her and her little band of lunatics crash parties for the last three months and it’s driving me insane. They’re a bunch of crazy, a gang of hoodlums in heels and tight dresses and they’re more entertaining than a night at the opera.
She seems vaguely familiar, well, as familiar as a woman can be to a man such as myself.
One thing’s for sure, if I ever manage to get the little minx under me I’ll need an exit strategy and a will of steel because something tells me this one’s a keeper and if there’s one thing Jack Levins does not do, it’s play for keeps.
At least, I don’t think so until I discover that one drunken night could have won me a prize I can’t help but want to win back.