Note to self: When meeting a hot, flirty guy be sure to, ya know, get his name. It might be helpful if you want to see the guy again. Or, maybe try writing an anonymous s-e-x column about him and see if that gets his attention, starting it like this… Hello, Mister Sexy Pants. Let me tell you about my fantasies.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever done this. Written a racy message and sent it to—oops—the wrong person Yeah, me too. Except, I sent my latest Tales of a Naughty Virgin column detailing my fantasies about my hot, charming, thoroughly bangable next-door-neighbor to…MY ENTIRE COMPANY. Did I mention I’m a children’s book editor? Well, I was. \Facepalm\ At least the column goes viral, but I’m still the gal who gets fired for her not-safe-for-work thoughts about the so-called “Mister Sexy Pants.” Now I need a job stat, so I jump on the first opportunity. And I come face to face with my new boss. Mr. Sexy Pants himself. Item number one on my to-do list? Make sure my boss never finds out his alter ego…since all of New York knows I want Mister Sexy Pants to punch my virgin club card. Contents Include: A sexy and clever romp of an MF, dual-POV, mistaken identity romantic comedy, complete with dating mishaps, sizzling sexual tension, a hot nerd of a boss hero, a chaotically delightful heroine, an awkward incident with glitter, and a virgin’s NSFW to-do list.

What I should do as the new quarterback in Los Angeles: Win games. What I shouldn't do: Try to win over the sexy, sassy, fiery woman who works in the VP suite for the team. I don't always follow the good guy rules though, especially when I want to take her home. Again. Then up against the wall. Again. Then, out to breakfast the next morning. Maybe I can get away with sneaking over to her home for a few late-night plays. But then the team management blindsides me with this twist - she's now in charge of managing my reputation. Contents include: sex hacks, text snafus, bedroom dares, major league dirty talking, and twists you won't see coming in this sexy sports romance.

Fake real dating the one who got away? Sign me up… There’s just something about bad boys. Tattoos and leather jackets, am I right? Trouble is, my last boyfriend was a teensy bit too bad and now he’s in prison. Yikes. When my friends challenge me to take a dip in the good guy side of the dating pool, I see their dating bet and I raise it, looking up the guy I crushed on growing up. With a winning grin and heart of gold, Gabe Clements is now the star receiver for a pro football team. Except, the supposed good guy turns out to be nothing like I imagined. He’s better. He’s growly, possessive, smoldering. And he’s determined too. At the end of the night, he asks me to be his fake real girlfriend for the rest of the week. Sounds like my kind of dating challenge since he’s a good guy by day, and a very dirty man after dark. I’ll cure my bad boy blues in no time. Well, as long as I don’t fall for Gabe’s big heart too.