Ridge Franklin is 20, tan, shirtless and presently clipping my hedges. Did I mention built like a brick sh*thouse, hot as Hades and a total f*ck boy? If I had a soul left, I’d sell it to feel his rough hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about him, but Ridge is off limits to a woman like me. He’s too young, too terrifying and too intense. Ridge makes me feel things, things I’ve never felt before. Dirty things.
Ava Hartman is 35, beautiful, a rich old man’s trophy wife, and currently sipping her third mimosa before 11am. I see her watching me, from the window of her gilded cage, I feel the energy between us. Long legs, innocent brown eyes and with a body built for sin, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I know her secret, and I’m willing to use it in order to get what I want. Her, and her hot lush body, underneath mine. Again, and again and again.
I want her. I need her. I’m going to take her. In every way possible.
Michelle McLoughney is an Irish author and child prodigy. That’s a lie. As a child she pretended she was a prodigy, and also that her father was Ming the Merciless. Thus, a career in fiction was born, or, lying for a living. Whatever. Michelle writes books that have hot men and kick ass heroines. Also, books that have hot women and kick ass women. There’s a theme running here somewhere! Probably that hot kickass women should rule the world. Michelle likes cake and pie. In fact she has never met a cake that she didn’t like, first world problems. Please connect with Michelle in any way you’d like. She’s a Facebook regular and appreciates the feedback. And cake. Send cake.