Spoiled. Conceited. Selfish. Heartless. I’ve been called all of those and more over the years. Growing up I had everything I could possibly want, and every imaginable luxury available at my fingertips. But after being shoved to the side with barely an afterthought, I learned to stand on my own two feet. When my dad died… I partied. When my heart was broken… I found as many willing bodies as I could, to try and move on. When my new and old life collide, all I can do is use my skills to make sure the group targeting the people I care about knows that they are far from untouchable. You think you know about the Harkwrights, the way we think and what drives us, I’m about to show you how wrong you are. Everyone thinks the Harkwright men are ruthless, you haven’t met the women yet. I may be a Harkwright in name, but I refuse to be one in nature. This is a why choose romance, which means the FMC will have more than two love interests without having to choose.