Naughty Girl

I was naughty—a bit of a tease and nothing more. At twenty-two, I was still a virgin; maybe it was fear that kept me chaste, fear of pregnancy and the unknown. Sure, I'd been in a heated situation with a few guys, but they pulled away when I revealed I'd never been with a man.

Was I going to remain just naughty until I was old and gray?

Then came Torenzo Liguori, a hard, domineering man. I never saw him smile, and there were no pleasantries about the man. But he had one extreme advantage: he was drop-dead gorgeous.

This book contains a grumpy, arrogant, possessive antihero, explicit sexual content, and profanity. If you're looking for a loveable hero, this is not the book for you. 18+