“Pussy-Whipped”: when a man loses his testicles to a woman. You can see it, right? A pair of saggy, hairy balls bouncing around the bottom of your new Louis Vuitton. I know, I know. It’s not the most alluring vision. But the man standing behind the cold, silver table in my vet’s office most certainly is. My vet tech, Jasper Crooks, is a chiseled demigod in a white lab coat who belongs on the cover of a romance novel and under the covers of my bed, and I should know. I’m Kitty Lane, an erotic author with a proclivity for smut, writing books that would give your granny a heart attack and pawpaw a boner, but it isn’t easy leading a dual life. My real name is Alexis Torrez, and I’m as virginal as they come. Jasper is the definition of a book boyfriend, but there’s more to him than meets the eye, and while Kitty Lane wants to purr for his muscled man meat, I want him to divulge his secrets without uncovering my own. Can I claw my way up the best-selling charts with Jasper as my muse, or am I doomed to unravel this ball of twine, tangling the both of us up in our secret web of lies?