Layla Bradbury has long accepted her title as Queen of the Friendzone—long may she reign—but what she lacks in sex appeal she more than makes up for in wine, sarcasm and bad decisions.

 

Ethan Martin is a walking bad decision, and one Layla has made before. Sinfully good looking, indecently rich and a notorious womaniser, she should be putting as much distance between them as possible, not getting naked on a beach with him.

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When video footage surfaces of Ethan and Layla’s X-rated tryst, he shrugs it off as just another Tuesday, but for her it’s the beginning of the end. The end of her career, the end of her social life, the end of… everything. Or is it?

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When Ethan proposes a mutually beneficial solution to bolster his reputation and help restore hers, she can’t say she isn’t tempted. After all, who doesn’t dream of marrying a billionaire, right? *hint... this girl*

 

But when that solution also involves decorating Ethan’s latest venture—a private island resort for the ridiculously rich and kinky—she can’t decide if getting in bed with him really is in her best interest after all, or if she’s making another deliciously bad decision…

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