Carla

Solitude. That is all Leslie wants out of life with the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs, and her dog, Flamingo. Okay, and her best friends David and Molli. Oh, and the animal shelter but everything else doesn’t matter. That is all she needed to be happy in life. She doesn’t need a sexually-empowered man that makes her body frenzied and mind cloud with lust, no matter how bad she craves it. Until Kane Bridgeshaw comes into the picture, tattooed with raw sex-appeal, money, and he isn’t afraid to use it, if it means getting everything he wants-including Leslie.

Charles Bentley was always due to inherit his late father’s fortune, and he loved to boast about it. He was the typical son of privilege with more money than sense and an appetite for partying that was rarely satisfied - although he did try his hardest. But there’s one thing standing in his way of this fortune; a stipulation that states he must marry before his 25th birthday. With no plans of settling down but every intention of the getting the money, a plan forms in his head.

Romance is not in Wade Mason’s portfolio. This is tragic. It’s unfair that a man so maddeningly gorgeous - an architect with a deliciously squarish jaw, adorably dimpled chin, and the hottest black glasses that straddle the line between professional and provocative - rebukes all things love. I knew this well before I walked into his office. The man is a conundrum - a complicated steel wall of a puzzle. On the one hand, he brushes against me in the conference room with a broodiness that sets me on fire.