Typically, I’m not the kind of girl to spy on someone. Really. I’m not. So why, you ask, do I have my eye pressed to the wall of my living room, spying on him through my own private glory hole? Have you seen Beckett Jameson? \\Warning\\ If you read this in the presence of others, they may stare at you as you laugh, a lot. Glory Hole is intended for people with a sense of humor only.

You would think going to Las Vegas to celebrate your best friend’s wedding would be a great time. You’d be wrong. I’m the kind of girl who plays by the rules. Las Vegas is the place where rules go to die. I have a checklist for my life, an order in which the things on that list are supposed to happen. So far, all has gone according to plan. That is, until one fateful night when I meet him. My list wasn’t prepared for him. Frankly, neither was I. What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there. Rim Job is book two of a four book series. It is the mostly complete tale of a couple, but I wouldn't consider it a stand alone.\\Warning\\ If you read this in the presence of others, they may stare at you as you laugh, a lot. Rim Job is intended for mature audiences and people with a sense of humor only. It contains adult themes and situations which are expressed in a crude, hilarious way. 18+ Only Due To Adult Content

I’m not looking for a relationship. Seriously, I’m not. I’m perfectly content living my life, hanging with my girls, running my bakery and reading all the books. But maybe when I’m alone at night, I might secretly stalk a certain celebrity on social media. Maybe I leave a few completely inappropriate comments on his posts. Maybe. What happens when you meet the person you somewhat sexually harass on social media in person? “You know you want me. Just admit it @BigDix69”

Having a one-night stand with one of the world's biggest rock stars was never on my agenda. So, after it happened, I tucked it safely away with my best memories. One and done. Except it hasn’t been one and it isn’t so done. You’d think having a rock star for a booty call would be amazing. It is, except he’s a flirty man-whore who, apparently, I can’t say no to. He infuriates me with his devilish grin, sexy sweet talk, and whispers of something more. But I guess what makes me the maddest is that I’m beginning to have feelings for the handsome jerk. And that’s not the only problem. If you can’t trust a rock n roll man-whore with your heart, how can you trust him with a baby? \\Warning\\ If you read this in the presence of others, they may stare at you as you laugh, a lot. Madd Love is intended for people with a sense of humor only.