There I used to be, minding my own business at Peachtree Books when this lunatic comes racing in the entranceway and knocks me into his arms. I would have got ripped him a new one, but he was kinda familiar, and sizzling. Like I-want-to-have-your-beautiful-babies-now warm.

Turns out he looks familiar because I stare at his gorgeous face on TV every week. Yup, Dalton Deangelo. In the oh-so-firm flesh.

I let him hideout from your press for some time, then I thought he’d be about his way, and I could breathe normally again..Read More approximately Stardust But zero. He found me interesting. He wanted to tag along to my cousin’s wedding ceremony with me. I couldn’t say no to that face . . . or those eye. Before the night time was through, he was saying sweet things, after that dirty things. Extremely dirty things.

I try to keep my eyes wide open. I’ve made terrible, stupid mistakes in the past. But Dalton Deangelo’s contact turns me to Jell-O.

I’m just a regular lady, and he’s rich and famous with no body fat. The guy has a butler! So, how come he chasing me? And why can’t I say no? And what is this sordid secret of his the reporters are trying to uncover?