Let's be honest, ladies. A good man is a lot like your dream car. You want a hot body, an engine that purrs, and superior performance under the hood...for the best joy ride of your life.
I'm at your service. Ready to go all night long, and I couldn't be happier living the one-night stand lifestyle. But then a wildly sexy brunette appears in my life and throws a wrench in all my plans.
She's fiery, she's talented, she's gorgeous, and I'd really like to know what makes her engine hum. Henley also happens to be my biggest rival, and now we're forced to work together every day on the most important project of my career. Spending all that time with her ought to be easy, but the trouble is I can't quite figure out if she wants to kick me in the lug nuts or beg me to give her a good, hard fuel injection. Until one night that question is answered on the hood of a sports car when she calls out my name three times. And we can't seem to put on the brakes.
If sleeping with the enemy is a bad idea, how much more dangerous would it be to fall in love with her?
JOY RIDE is a sexy standalone rom-com written from the guy's POV!
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Let me make a few things clear. I didn’t go to the wedding intending to dance with the best man, to dare him to show me a very sexy pic on his phone, or to accidentally kiss him in the hotel elevator after the reception ended.
But you know how it goes. Things just happen at weddings...
The next day, Crosby and I agree to put all those shenanigans behind us. The fun-loving, stupidly gorgeous, all-star baseball player might be my brother’s best friend, but he’s my friend too and has been for years, so it’s easy to move on, especially because I have a high-profile business to run.
But since he’s newly single and I’m always single, it turns out we both desperately need plus ones. We agree to “publicly date” over the next two weeks of galas, parties and events before his baseball season begins.
The only trouble is the more time I spend with Crosby, the more I keep imagining how much I want him to take my V-card.
And when I broach the possibility with Crosby, his answer surprises the hell out of me.