“I want you on your hands and knees in the sand, right here, right now, and I don’t give a f*ck who’s watching.” There’s nothing Layla Hart loves more than a hot, dirty-talking guy taking control… in the pages of her manuscript. But after a devastating breakup, the bestselling romance author has lost her muse. Deadline looming, she’s hoping a week at her favorite Cali beach rental will get her juices flowing again. No distractions, no drama—nothing but the pounding surf, the salty ocean breeze… And Trick Harper, the infamous bad boy of punk rock, passed out in her bed. Naked. Hard. And—holy hell—HUGE. Random chicks climbing into his bed in the middle of the night? For rock star Patrick “Trick” Harper, that’s just part of the gig—usually. But this spring break, he’s taking a sabbatical from sex, holing up in a beachfront cottage to clear his head and finish his latest song. Only one thing can screw up his plans… A ball-busting, sexy-as-hell writer who leaves him aching to make her sing the high notes… preferably while he’s f*cking her senseless on the beach. With neither willing to relinquish the double-booked rental, the battle of the sexes is on. A no-strings fling with a well-endowed rock star might be just what Layla needs to get her writing groove back… but will the cocky bad boy rise to the occasion, or is this breezy seaside romance doomed to sink?