From a New York Times Bestseller comes a sexy romantic comedy featuring a virgin who's had five (failed) one-night stands and all the hilarious hijinks that ensue when One-Night Stand #5 moves in next door... I'm a twenty-two year-old virgin who's had five one-night stands. How's that possible? Easy. I've never gone all the way. I just chicken out and bail. Thank God, I've always selected men I'll never run across again... ...until that sexy-as-sin Matt from last weekend moves in next door... ...then shows up as a new in-house counsel at Sweet Darlings Inc. where I work. Oh...crap. But it was dark in the hotel room. If I put on a boring office outfit and Clark Kent glasses, he won't recognize me... Right?

A sweet and sexy standalone romantic comedy! The Romans had carpe diem; I have carpe David. You know what's frustrating about the love of my life? He thinks he's in love with someone else...and has been dating her for five years! I know, right? Then they suddenly break up. And he and I are on the same business trip. My chance to convince him we're meant to be! Except when I go to his suite in my sexiest lingerie and with my sexiest toys, David's gone. Instead, there's some guy who thinks I'm the evening's professional entertainment. As if! Walking out of the room should've been the end of it... ...until that man, Luke, shows up again, ostensibly to return something I left behind. (A sex toy...a very very dirty one...) ...and refuses to go away because we apparently have "chemistry." And okay, he's admittedly hot, but there's more to a relationship than chemistry, right...? What have I done to deserve this?

I'm a good girl. I work hard, follow the rules, and only want a future with Mr. Right, complete with a white picket fence, 1.5 children and a dog. What do I have instead? A "Dear Jane" email from my ex, who CCd it to my best friends and their fiancés. My friends realizing that I've never had an orgasm is the cherry on the train-wreck cake of my love life. So my new plan? Find a nice guy who can give me an orgasm before my best friend's wedding. Enter CJ. Not only is he tall, rich and scorching hot, but he's super smart. He makes me tingle in places I've never tingled before. He checks all my boxes but one—commitment. He thinks that's what you do when you run out of women, which in his universe is NEVER. But he wants me and won't take no for an answer. He pops up as best man at my friend's wedding, at my office, in my home. He's sending me flowers, chocolates, coffee beans, you name it. Plus he kisses like he invented the action. It's like he knows all my weaknesses and is launching a siege. Then my life implodes, and I learn that being good is overrated. Can the wild player handle this former good girl?