“Don’t tell my besties this juicy I don't know him at all. It’s like Yves Remy has no past. He refuses to tell me where he’s from. My friends Lex, Thor, and Vive think he’s just been released from prison. Determined to find out just who this orgasm-inducing, hung, inked, muscled bad boy with the deep French accent who makes my insides melt into liquid buttah is, I’m doing my own sleuthing. Ives makes all of my erotic fantasies come true. First, it was in the way he kissed me—intense frenching. Then it was how he took ownership over my body and laid claim to every inch of my virginal flesh as he dominated me into the kinkiest submission scenarios imaginable. I love a man who takes control and knows what he wants. Who doesn’t? But this is cray-cray. I don’t know him at all. The Manhattanites suspect Yves is the thief who broke into my dorm room a few months ago and stole my diaries. Uh-huh. I bet he’s been reading them too. How else would he know to do all the things that drive me wild?” –Poppy White, college junior, talk show host, and Steeler's fan.