When
Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit
TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber.
Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in
years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber
uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get
out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more
chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.
Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?
Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?
Laurelin Paige is
the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy.
She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's
kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband
doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing
sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Mad Men and the Walking
Dead, or dreaming of Adam Levine.
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