The Unofficial King of Smut crashed into my perfectly manicured life...
A lot can happen at a book convention, but for a sweet romance author like me, things remain fairly predictable. Just the way I like it. I had never heard of Gage Blackstone, but after two seconds in his presence, my mind was conjuring up scenes that wouldn’t make it into my sweet stories. He was wordly, gorgeous and his eyes held sinful promises I only hoped he would deliver on. My annoying inner vixen is begging to be set free, but it’s going to take a whole lot of charm, wit, and patience from Gage to convince me to hand over control. There’s also the matter of his "super-fan" standing in the way...how far will she go to keep us from going all the way?