The Virgin Playbook

Begging my brother’s best friend—aka NHL superstar, Ian Fox—to help me ditch my V Card wasn’t part of my “make it big in NYC” plans.

But after years of being “cute little Evie,” I’m tired of waiting for Mr. Right. I’m ready for Mr. Right Now and Ian is everything I’ve ever wanted in a first time. He’s kind, funny, confident, and has a legendary...stick.

Seriously, his stick has its own page of search results, complete with gray sweatpants shots hot enough to make even a clueless virgin drool.

And yes, my brother will murder us if he finds out, but we’re both grownups.

We can keep a secret. We have to since I just landed an art therapy job working with his troubled team.

All we’re doing is a little practice. (Or...ehem...big practice.)

Too bad my heart didn’t get the memo.

My best friend’s older brother excels at many things—being a bossy grump, a jerk, and...this hopeless virgin's fake fiancé?

I need a guy who understands that this is all pretend, and who better than a man who can't stand me—and vice versa? Besides, Derrick is the kind of cocky, confident, successful dude bro my gram will adore.

We'll convince my ailing grandmother I’m not going to die alone, Derrick will honor that favor he owes me, and we'll part ways as enemies with NO benefits.

It’s a rock-solid plan...until it isn’t.

Turns out I may have made a slight miscalculation.

Now Derrick is charming my family, sweeping me off my feet, and making me want crazy things.

Suddenly, I think I might actually want him to be my first and maybe...my only?

Yeah, I’m screwed.

So bleeping screwed.

Last night I made out with a gorgeous woman who made me feel things I haven’t felt in years. Today I learned she’s the new executive chef at my restaurant. AKA my new boss.

Yep, that’s the hot mess I’m in at the moment.

Dating a co-worker is asking for trouble. And while I might be up for the risk, Natalie has her own set of complications. She’s a single mom focused on helping her little girl adjust to life in the big city.

And I respect that. I do.

I try my best to resist....

But the more time I spend with her--and her incredible daughter--the more I think this could be something worth fighting for.

Especially after we spend another night together, then another and another...

But will she ever let me into her life?

Or is this seduction doomed from the start?.