Series: Drifting Sinners & Wayward Angels #1
Being caught—literally—between her nerdy neighbor and the MMA fighter her agency managed wasn't as bad as Lyla might have expected. That is, if she'd ever expected to be in this situation.
Lyla Mason knows she'll have her hands full when her boss assigns her to babysit Callum Reed, MMA fighter and her PR agency's latest client. He is used to getting his way, and hotter than hell, both in the cage and in the bedroom, or on the floor, in the elevator.... Social media sites are rife with photos of him in compromising situations, and she's been tasked with cleaning up his image before he launches into the most important season of his career.
Game designer Adam Rhodes has been trying to figure out how to get in Lyla's pants ever since she moved in a year ago. His apartment shares a paper-thin wall with hers, and hearing her make use of her vibrator on a nearly nightly basis has his firm attention. Her rack and rockin' body is totally worth putting his PS4 controller down for. She'd totally freak out if she knew he'd hacked into her webcam so he could watch....
Callum Reed never expected to clean up his wicked ways, but his trainer insists he'll never get good sponsors if he keeps sexting to barfly hookups and having his junk turn up on the internet. He resisted the whole idea of letting a PR Agency dictate his "brand" until he catches sight of Lyla. She may hide behind her glasses and power suits, but she is a sex kitten just waiting to be set free.
When Lyla and her bosses decide Callum needs to lay low while they start the image makeover process, Cal rents the apartment across the hall from Lyla. Little did anyone know that a simple change of address would throw gasoline on a smoldering fire.
I've started a series of standalone novellas set in Las Vegas: Drifting Sinners & Wayward Angels. I gave it that title because Las Vegas is often referred to as Sin City, full of wicked lost souls. As far as I'm concerned, Wicked doesn't equal Evil. Many so-called sinners are people who are just out to have a good time. They live in the moment, for the moment. Their lives aren't perfect, but they're not trying to hurt anyone. They just want to feel good.
They are choosing to laugh with the sinners rather than cry with the saints. Who am I to say that's wrong?
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