JoJo The Bookaholic

       What do you get when you mix a bachelorette party, the queen of dating disasters, and a stripper so hot he was forged from the fires of hell? Screwed. You get screwed.... Cocky. Commanding. Powerful. Relentless. Those four words all summed up West Rykman perfectly. So did filthy, dirty, sexy, and addictive. He was supposed to be my one night stand...not my new marketing client. He was definitely not supposed to be back inside my pants, not that anybody told him that. I knew one thing: What West Rykman wanted, West Rykman got. And he wanted me. What happens in Vegas... might just make you stay.   Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon CA | Barnes & Noble | iBooks   Excerpt “You should have come and got me when that prick made you uncomfortable.” I turned to face him. “Are you seriously telling me off?” We paused as the traffic stopped, and he cut his gaze to me. “I couldn’t see you. I told...

        When unlucky in love Mia O'Halloran finds herself face to Sex God V-Lines with a chiseled, hot male stripper in possession of a package not even the postal service could lose, what happens in Vegas is definitely supposed to stay in Vegas. She doesn't expect to find Mr. Multiple Oh-Oh-Oh as her client—and hell, how is she supposed to pitch a marketing plan when she can remember how easily he briefed her g-spot on an orgasm... or five? West Rykman has one rule: you don't mix business with pleasure. They can look, but unless they're shoving a dollar inside his pants, they can't touch. He learned that lesson the hard way two years ago. He had no idea the flame-haired vixen with a penchant for hot, kinky sex and a mouth that would make a hooker cry would be the one to bend—and break—his rule. She's sworn off men after ten too many heartbreaks. He's determined he'll never lose it all for a woman again. She's pretty screwed. ...

      When unlucky in love Mia O'Halloran finds herself face to Sex God V-Lines with a chiseled, hot male stripper in possession of a package not even the postal service could lose, what happens in Vegas is definitely supposed to stay in Vegas. She doesn't expect to find Mr. Multiple Oh-Oh-Oh as her client—and hell, how is she supposed to pitch a marketing plan when she can remember how easily he briefed her g-spot on an orgasm... or five? West Rykman has one rule: you don't mix business with pleasure. They can look, but unless they're shoving a dollar inside his pants, they can't touch. He learned that lesson the hard way two years ago. He had no idea the flame-haired vixen with a penchant for hot, kinky sex and a mouth that would make a hooker cry would be the one to bend—and break—his rule. She's sworn off men after ten too many heartbreaks. He's determined he'll never lose it all for a woman again. She's pretty screwed. He...