Tequila, you failed me. You left me in a terrible haze, and I can’t find my god damn wallet. Or my left shoe. How the hell does one lose their shoe? I have no f\*cking clue. All I know is that my night started out with one thing in mind…to have a little fun. The problem with that? I can’t remember a damn thing, except one. Morgan’s soft and needy moans. It’s a sound I will never forget, and just thinking about it makes my heart race and my pulse quicken. And I want to hear it over and over again…I crave it. But Morgan’s a mystery. The harder I try, the more she resists. There’s one thing she doesn’t know about me though…I’m not one to give up. I’ll play her game. I’ll let her think she’s won. But in the end, I will have her. Because all I need is Just One Chance to prove she’s meant for me…

I’m the jokester, the one who pulls the best pranks. I’m the guy the frat brothers avoid for fear of what they’ll wake up to face the next day. But now, the joke’s on me. Literally on me! In BIG. BOLD. BLACK LETTERS! A tattoo…of another guy’s name. I was branded, and no one else can know. The problem is I don't know how it got there. Who the hell is Blake? Worst of all, why the f\*ck did I have a guy’s name tattooed on my wrist to begin with? What could have possessed me? I’ve done a lot of things, tortured a lot of my brothers, and I’ve loved every single minute of it. I guess it’s payback. The only things I remember are…dark hair, smelling of sweet honey, and maybe something floral, soft hands, and the sweetest laugh. So tell me, how can I get from a memory like that to waking up in the back yard beside the pool, with a f\*ucking tattoo? Of a dude’s name? Oh, Tequila, what have you done now?

I should have known this would happen... Nothing about my fraternity was ever simple. Parties, tequila – tons of tequila – and wild souvenirs from our kind of crazy. Never, and I do mean never, did I expect my brother’s girl to target me in a midnight prank. A prank that backfired and left me squealing in pain. Have you ever seen those shows, the ones that say the “dirty deed” sent you to the ER? Well, I went to the ER, and yes, my manhood was involved. Let me just say I gained absolutely no pleasure from it. Unless, of course, you consider that sweet nurse who treated me. The problem? She hated me…and I had no idea why, but I wasn’t willing to let her walk away until I figured it out. Emelie was feisty, and I’d never felt the type of excitement I did after spending only five seconds in her line of fire. I was gonna enjoy this...way more than I should, and I knew it. She saw, she conquered, and I was defeated. All it took was just one touch, and oh, what a ride it was.

What do you get when you mix Tequila with a house full of rowdy Fraternity brothers who have no boundaries? A cucumber, a pink thong, and a bottle of lube. Oh yeah, and super glue. There is always super glue…Parties, drinking, and plenty of mornings where you can’t remember what you did the night before...that was my life. Yet, there was one memory that lingered in my mind. Ten minutes in the woods with Palmer that got too intense to ignore. But ten minutes with her wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.She’s a force, one that swept in unexpectantly, knocked me on my ass and left me with an intense craving. Palmer tried to fight it with every fiber in her being, but I could see the desire in her eyes. That curiosity that lived inside of her, wondering what it would be like if she just gave in...again.I had to convince her that our time together wasn’t a mistake. That she wants me as much as I want her. We share a connection, a bond, that has changed me in ways I never expected. She saved me. And to think…It all started with Just One Kiss.

The quiet one. Yep, that was me. The brother that rarely said anything and instead, stood back and observed. That is until too much tequila and very little thought had me swinging my junk around in the middle of a crowded college party. Hell, I even wore tassels in areas tassels should never be placed. Let’s just say, the hashtag #dicksaswinging will follow me around forever. You may have heard it a time or two already. In my defense, things like that happened all the time because I lived in more of a zoo than an actual fraternity house. It just never happened to me. Suffice to say, I learned my lesson. Seeing Ruby amidst all the chaos was certainly unexpected and it stopped everything around me. The room suddenly went quiet and everyone else disappeared. She stood out—the timid way she worried her hands and the way she looked around, almost as if she was ready to run away. As I got to know her, I realized she was nothing like the girls I normally dated. She was quiet, innocent, and sweet. She was the complete opposite of me and if I was a better man, I would walk away. But I’m not and I can’t. And to think, all it took was Just One Glance and everything changed.