I didn’t steal her money. I just refused to give it back. I built my empire on controL. My fists in the ring. My brothers at my back. And my rules that keep the vultures from circling. Then, Violet Reeves demands I return the money her father handed over after losing a bet. Trouble is, I’m not running a charity, so I tell her no... And gain an enemy in the process. All it takes is one exception and my business fails. However, the last thing I expect is to see Violet participate in an underground tournament in hopes of earning back her money. And the more she inserts herself into my world, the more I want to keep her here. Even if she hates me for it. Add in the new contender whose sights are set on Violet and my business? Yeah, we have a problem. Here’s the thing. I can handle my enemies, but when they want Violet? The one woman who hates me and can bring me to my knees? It could ruin me and everything my brothers and I have built on this campus. All I know is this. If Violet’s going to fall, it won’t be without me dragging the monsters down first. But at what cost?

Ford Harden just paid twelve thousand dollars for a date with me. Me. And I have no idea why. Ford is bad news. He handles the money for his family's underground gambling ring, and weaponizes his smirk on every girl who looks his way. Not that I'm paying attention. I'm just trying to pass math, keep my sourdough starter alive, figure out my "sort of" thing with a very nice firefighter, and stay out of Ford's orbit entirely. Easy, right? Except his brother is dating my best friend. And I showed up to a tutoring session and got a half-naked Ford instead. And I caught something in his eyes I wasn't supposed to see hidden beneath the smirk and the lime-green Jaguar. And I let my best friend talk me into a dating auction… which is for charity. Okay? Now, here I am. On a stage. In a slinky black dress. Watching the billionaire prince of Harden Heights raise his hand and outbid every guy in the room. Me. June Withers. The curvy, working-class girl-next-door who's best friends with his brother's girlfriend. Twelve thousand dollars. For one night. He's an experienced player. I'm in over my head. And the way he's looking at me isn't a dare anymore. It's a promise. The question isn't whether Ford Harden is trouble. The question is why a guy who's had everyone is suddenly only looking at me. And whether I'm reckless enough to find out.

Hawke & Lexie's book - coming soon!