PRESIDENT PLAYBOY’. THAT’S WHAT THE MEDIA DUBBED HIM. AND HIS FINGER IS ON THE BUTTON.
I don’t go from being ‘Congressman Casanova’ to becoming ‘President Pleasure’ by being a nice guy. Use ’em and lose ’em is my strategy.
I’m a force of nature and you can bet your last dollar handling one woman should be easy. Even if Ashley is out of this world gorgeous. My directive is simple – keep my end of the bargain and don’t fall for the sexy, smart, and sassy angel of a woman who drives me crazy.
If I mess this up, I’ll be hunting for apartments because the voters are going to kick my right out of the White House and into the gutter. Why am I so sure? Because she’s my stepsister.
I should stay away from him. I should learn from the other women across the world who swooned and still swoon for the billionaire playboy with the body of a Greek God and smirk of a bad boy.
I know better than to fall for the tempting morsel that is Austin Bain like so many others before. I know I need to stay away from his gigantic…airplane. All I need to do is make a deal with the devil. Get a pardon for my client, and then get the hell out of there. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
And whatever else I do, I really have to stop wondering why my panties melt whenever I think him – more specifically, when I think of his hard body right next to mine. When I falter, I only need to remember…. He’s my stepbrother.
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