SummerTime

Good girl Clairessa Hartwood thought she had everything—a perfect relationship and a dream job at Storm Innovations. But when she catches her boyfriend, Adrian Storm, cheating on her, her world crumbles. Heartbroken and out for revenge, Clairessa sheds her good girl image for one wild night at a private billionaire’s club. There, she meets Gabriel Storm—powerful, handsome, and twice her age. Despite thinking he’s out of reach, Clairessa seduces him, and they share a passionate night. The next morning, Clairessa starts her new job, only to discover that Gabriel isn’t just her boss—he’s also Adrian’s father. Despite the intense chemistry between them, Gabriel tries to keep things professional. But Clairessa, driven by heartbreak and a thirst for revenge, pushes forward. Gabriel finally gives in, and they begin a steamy, secret affair, even as Adrian tries to win Clairessa back. As Clairessa falls deeper for Gabriel, she wants more from him. But Gabriel, still haunted by past betrayals, refuses to commit and breaks things off. Hurt, Clairessa takes Adrian back, only to shock Gabriel when Adrian introduces her as his girlfriend. Caught in a passionate love triangle between father and son, Clairessa plays a dangerous game—one that threatens to come crashing down when the truth is revealed.

My dream man on campus might not be one guy, but three. I have a filthy fantasy. The all-star football player falling at my feet. I’m brought down to reality when I find life at NYU isn’t what I’ve always hoped. All the clubs I join are a bust. Not to mention my roommate turns out to be a bully. But then…I get a text. One so dirty it drives my mind and body wild. I have to respond. And as the texts get dirtier, I have to wonder…who is this guy? Or is it three guys? The messages change in tone depending on the time of day. First thing in the morning, they’re so hot they could turn steel into pools of molten metal. The ones in the afternoon are even better but just…different. And the texts in the evening are so d*mn dirty I can barely sleep without putting my hands between my thighs. I’m addicted and agree to meet this Casanova of the text world. But what if it is three guys? How could I ever manage all three of them at once?