His eyes are a cobalt blue, sitting beneath short blond hair and above a finely chiseled, unshaven jaw. Under normal circumstances he'd be drop dead gorgeous, but the fact that he is calmly trying to negotiate a price for my ass makes him decidedly less so.

Chase Anderson. He’s rich, famous and travels the world to exotic locales on pretty much a monthly basis. He also has the casual arrogance of a man who is used to having everything go his way.

We couldn't be more different.

I barely had enough money to fly out here to Vegas with my boyfriend Harrison – a final, desperate bid to save our troubled relationship. It didn’t even take two days for it to fall apart anyway, in a very public and spectacular fashion.

And Chase wasn’t just there to witness it, he was an active participant. But now I’m stuck in a strange city, and he’s the only one around offering to help.

How can I trust a man I barely know? A man who tells lies for a living? All of my instincts tell me to run. Get away from him as fast as possible.

So why do I want to do the exact opposite?

Note: This is a stand-alone romance novel with an HEA ending. It contains sex and mature themes, and is intended for adults only.