I have battled my controlling family and won. I finally have what I want most-the wickedly sinful billionaire Henry Wolf, committed to me and within arm's reach most nights. If only it could stay that way.
Because now I find myself caught between two titans vying for the Wolf empire, worth enough to make any moral man lethal. And Henry's brother is immoral to the bone.
What will Henry do to save what he loves?
And will I fall into that category?
Contains mature themes.
I am not the naïve, innocent girl everyone expects me to be. Not anymore.
Henry has ignited a fire, and I will do anything-defy everyone-to keep him in my life.
But the question now is, does he feel the same way about me?
Contains mature themes.
Henry Wolf is a deliciously wicked, sinfully handsome man who has done a very bad thing.
Potentially.
Worse, he owns me now-every inch of my body and a sizeable chunk of my stupid, naïve heart.
And he's made it clear that if I want to keep my job and stay in Alaska, I'm stuck catering to his every whim and wish-both in the hotel and in his bedroom-while I wait for the potential fiery media circus ring that will no doubt drag my reputation into the gutter along with his, should his past discretions surface.
I will not surrender to his demands, not when I have dirt to hold over his head. If I have the guts to blackmail him, that is. Something warns me that going through with it will have disastrous consequences for my heart.
Contains mature themes.
I ran from home to escape heartbreak, only to deliver myself into the hands of a wolf.
Henry Wolf, that is. Heir to a luxury hotel chain, infamous playboy, arrogant bastard . . . and my new boss.
Why he wants me, Abbi Mitchell-a girl who lacks experience on every front that would matter to him-as his personal assistant, I cannot fathom, especially when I keep messing up in the most spectacular way.
Did I already mention he's a bastard? A beautiful, moody one, who's quick to demand, slow to apologize. And toying with me every chance he gets. Testing me. Screwing with my head in a way that makes my body crave him.
He knows it, and he doesn't hide the fact that he enjoys doing it.
He says he doesn't want me for more than my mediocre computer skills and color-coding flair. He says he's not willing to risk losing his empire for a tangle in the sheets with 'the help.' But I'm beginning to think that's a big, dirty lie.
Contains mature themes.
