I didn’t do second dates. Not ever. Like never, ever. No judgment, no censure or self-loathing. I took what men were willing to give for one night and moved on. Except for Damon Wood. He was beyond hot and I definitely liked him. But I hadn’t had him. Because I knew if I did once would not be enough. Damon was a photographer by trade and since I was a former model, our paths had crossed plenty. He was professional, sexy as sin, and could have me in stitches at the exact wrong, or depending on the shot he was after, the exact right moment. So aside from his killer personality and gorgeous body, his photographs of me were my favorites. As in I cherished them. More than that, I dreamed about him—about Damon in my bed, against a wall, on the kitchen counter, the shower. And maybe . . . I dreamed about him in my life. As thus, I’d never dipped into the pool that was Damon Wood and never would. No way, no how, no— But then our paths crossed unexpectantly. Then I had a weak moment. Then he ended up naked in my bed. And then . . . he wouldn’t leave.

In order of priority, for Jayda Wright, her work comes first, she comes second, her best friend and family comes third and then her so-called boyfriend comes fourth. She didn't know she was losing her boyfriend at the expense of putting her job first. He finally broke up with her the day she got promoted as a partner in a reputable law firm. That night, Jayda made her way to a bar where she met Sebastian Miller, The multimillionaire with the worst personality but incredibly sexy. She had a one night stand with him, creating a bond that binds them forever!

My captor was as cold as ice one minute and hot as fuego, the next! Eduardo Lopez was the merciless heir of the cruel crime family who owned our land in our Cuban village. He took me from my family, while we were celebrating my eighteenth birthday. He didn’t let me have my last night with them in peace. He didn’t care. All he knew was one thing, I belonged to him, and he came to collect. It was all based on the rumor. The so-called legend. The first-born girl in my family was to be given to him. A debt that was started over a century ago. A debt which was started by one of my ancestors, who’d lost to his in a poker game. Eduardo was holding me captive, and he threw away the key. There was no being taken by a beast who would turn into a prince, and we would live happily ever after. It was all one big fat lie. He took the key to my freedom and buried it. Just like he would do with me if I didn’t obey him.