Arlene J. Tuck

Hedge fund titan Marcus Carelli knows how to get what he wants, and he’s never wanted anything as much as he does Emma. The cat-loving redhead may have walked out of his life, but he's not about to let her go. Bookstore clerk Emma Walsh has had her heart broken by the ruthless billionaire once, and she's not about to forget it. Marcus can chase her down all he likes, but winning her back is another story.

My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards. We met at a wedding. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction. I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me. We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.

I'd say I'm down on my luck, but that's an understatement. I'm flat on my ass. Homeless, hungry, and in hiding with my little sister at the age of 21, I've never been so desperate. I've hit rock bottom when I get an offer I can't refuse. Sell my body to save my sister? There's nothing I won't do to keep her safe. I make the rules, and I'm not afraid to defend myself if this rich guy crosses the line. But once I see beneath his cold, calculating façade, the lines aren't so clear anymore.

By the age of 30, I had suffered more tragedies in my life than anyone should ever have to experience. Even though I ran and owned a multi-billion-dollar enterprise that I saved from bankruptcy, had more money than I could spend, and lived in a high-rise penthouse on Fifth Avenue, my life was still desolate and empty. I closed off my heart and myself to everyone. This was my life until a woman named Zoey Benson crossed my path. For the first time in over five years, I felt something. A feeling that I had long buried deep inside me. A feeling I never wanted to experience again.

I've been named LA's sexiest and most eligible bachelor. I'm filthy rich, live in a house on the beach, drive a fast sports car, and I do a job I love. My hobbies include partying and beautiful women. A lot of beautiful women. They adore me because I'm charming and fun, until I walk away, leaving them crying on the floor and begging me to stay. I can have any woman I want with the snap of my fingers, except for one - an incredibly beautiful woman named Kinsley Davis. She isn't affected by me in the least. In fact, she wants nothing to do with me, and I can't figure out why.