Cole Masten lleva años siendo el marido perfecto de Hollywood, pero, allí, los amores eternos solo duran en la pantalla, así que cuando su mujer le abandona, se convierte en el soltero dorado de la meca del cine. Que tengan cuidado...
I'd wanted to escape my life, the seedy strip club and the mountain of bills. I had seized the opportunity to live in a mansion, fill my days with country clubs and caviar, my nights with romance and sex.
But you can't have sex with your husband's best friend in front of him without consequences. Ripples in the pond. A subtle shifting of events and feelings and triggers that will eventually affect every core molecule of your marriage. Your friendships....
Would you tell your husband everything? . Every torrid thought? . Every twisted fantasy? . The forbidden images that slink into your mind in your most vulnerable moments? . I shouldn't have. I hesitated to. But I did. And my husband? He gave them...
You might be asking yourself why Im waving an inflatable penis in the air and screaming at the top of my lungs. If I took time to explain, Declan Moss would get hit by a bus.
I knew there were risks. Still, I played the game. When Dario Capece called, I answered. When he beckoned, I came. When he broke all my rules, I looked the other way.
Lui pensava di essere mio. Lui pensava di amarmi e che gli bastassi. Ma questo animale, questo dio del sesso che riusciva a farmi impazzire e a rubarmi il cuore nello stesso respiro, non sarebbe mai stato completamente mio. Era impossibile. Nessuno mai...
Sometimes it only takes a minute. A connection of eyes across a room, a quickened heartbeat, and everything changes. I was a cocktail waitress with a fondness for partying and meaningless sex. He owned half of Vegas, with the reputation to match...
Cole Masten. Abandoned by his superstar wife, Hollywood's Perfect Husband is now Hollywood's Sexiest Bachelor: partying hard and screwing even harder. Watch out Los Angeles, there's a new bad boy in town.
I was happy with my life. And who wouldn't be? Beautiful women, money, a job that I could sleep through and still make bank. But I was bored. And I never could walk away from a challenge. This challenge turned out to be brunette. Feisty. Just the way...
Chloe Madison. That's me. A former NYU princess who just fell from grace, right off my pampered Manhattan throne and onto the unforgiving steps of Nicole Brantley, socialite and queen bitch. Now, I walk her dog and mix her smoothies. Try to navigate...