Patrice should be proud of graduating to the freshmen class of Lakewood High. She should be excited about the new friends she'll make, the older boys eager to ask her out, the parties she'll be invited to. But no, that's not the high school experience that awaits her. Not at all. Patrice is a nerd. Patrice has an instant arch enemy. Her name is Becky Worthington, and she's not only the prettiest girl in school with a way of getting everything she wants or could ever hope for, she's also the most relentless bully who ever existed.

When you think about how easy it is to lose keys, phones, sunglasses and your dignity on social media, you might figure it'd be a cinch for me to ditch my V Card. You'd be wrong. At 25, I run a successful business, live in a fantastic apartment, and have fabulous friends to go out with any night of the week. And yet I'm still a card-carrying member of a club I don't want to belong to anymore. Good thing I know just the man for the deflowering job - my brother’s business partner and best friend.

British ad exec Dylan Locke isn't looking for love. He isn't looking for fate. He's definitely not looking for Audrey Lind. She's pretty, far too young, and overly romantic - in short, exhausting. But when the girl, young enough to be his daughter, literally lands in his lap and asks for his expertise, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. In her body, in her innocence, in her philosophy. In the kind of kismet that starts with kisses. But Audrey isn't looking for love either - she's looking for lessons, and she's certain Dylan knows everything she needs to learn. 

I've been trying to get over one man. I didn't think I'd get under five. Little did I know that these men were much more than recluses. And each one is more gorgeous than the last. Plus, they're willing to share. I don't care what people think, because I have what I want. Finally. The twins are identical in every way.... Their brother is dominant. The eldest is strong with a secret soft heart, while the youngest is very giving exactly where it counts. And I know I can handle them all.  

I can summon any woman with a look. They want me, but there's only one I crave. Vanessa. I shouldn't have let her slip away. She answers the door wearing next to nothing. I can't tear my eyes away from her. A short silk kimono skims her thighs. The delicate robe falls open. She's teasing me. Lace panties and a push-up bra lifts her breasts like an offering. I haven't seen her in years. I've never seen her like this. I never knew that under her clothes she had the body of a goddess.