No one tames Stone Logan STONE
There was no secret to my romance novels…I played hard, and I wrote about it. The filthier the better. If you’d been in my bed, you’d starred in my stories.
My books are hot, so hot that women sent me their underwear. Husbands wrote to say they were getting laid every night. And again in the morning.
So what’s the problem?
The final book in my series was the problem. The material exposed more than usual. Just a little. My publisher wanted it rewritten. Lawyers were rattling their swords, threatening lawsuits. Even worse, my agent hired a girl to keep an eye on me. A babysitter. Katrina. An annoying, straight-laced personal assistant to make sure I stayed out of trouble.
But Katrina’s not like any girl I’d ever known and her sweet blush was the worst trouble ever.
To land my dream job, I needed to deliver Stone Logan’s last book.
His agent chose me knowing that I wouldn’t distract a guy whose bedpost was notched with socialites, actresses and underwear models.
But he looked at me like I was the cherry on top of a sexy sundae. He teased me and made me blush. And then he asked for a kiss. Just one. For research.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d be the next dirty story in Stone Logan’s book.
***This is a full-length standalone novel filled with shameless love, drama, scorching hot sex, and filthy language. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a definite HEA.