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I can't stop thinking about that prick. Caulter Sterling is a prick. A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick. The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity. I hate him. He's slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy. Except for me. I'm the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl. And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever. I lost my V-card to the devil himself. It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit…

Prince Albert is a royal prick.

He’s the most famous one on the planet – wealthy, gorgeous, and a notorious playboy. He’s also the most conceited, insufferable, arrogant man I’ve ever met.

Did I mention he’s a freaking prince? An actual, real life Prince Not-So-Charming.

He’s tattooed and pierced, too. Prince Albert has a Prince Albert piercing. That's right – he's pierced you-know-where. Allegedly. I’ve never seen it.

My mother is marrying a king. Being a princess is every girl’s fantasy, right?

Except that means Albie is my new stepbrother.

Oh, and one more thing -- I accidentally married him.

We’re keeping the biggest secret on the planet.

Ever heard the fairy tale about the Princess and her stepbrother?

Yeah, I didn’t think so.

I’m royally screwed.

I'm marrying a dirty, arrogant prick...and I'm having his baby.

Caulter Sterling is the tattooed, pierced bad boy I used to hate. Now, he's cockier and filthier than ever.

And now that I'm knocked up, this bad boy can't keep his hands off me.

It's going to be a very dirty wedding.

What could possibly go wrong when you combine a crazy ex, a celebrity mother, paparazzi, and a runaway ring-bearing monkey?

Did I mention the bride in labor?

I'm totally screwed.

College is back in session – and this hot professor wants to teach the virgin preacher's daughter everything.

Purity Taylor is angelic - chaste and untouched, exactly the way her preacher daddy raised her.

I should know. Her father used to be my friend.

I moved away and became a college professor. Today, Purity walks into my office.

One look, and I have to possess her.

But one touch, and I'd lose everything.

Purity is barely legal, still so innocent... and, Heaven help me, nothing I want to do to her is pure.

* * *

Gabriel Ryan is older, more experienced, and worldly. He's possessive and demanding, dark and brooding.

He's also my professor, my father's ex-friend… and the Devil in disguise.

He wants more than more than my body, more than my virginity.

He wants everything.

Being with Gabriel would be so very wrong … but, Heaven help me, I might want to be owned by the Devil himself.

College football’s most notorious tight end wants to show her that everything’s bigger in Texas.


Cassie


I can’t stand jocks. And I don’t know the first thing about football.


So it’s just my luck that the tutoring job I take to get me through graduate school involves making sure a dumb jock passes his classes.


Now, I’m babysitting Colton King, a spoiled arrogant player who’s as famous for his bedroom antics as he is for his football skills.


The tight end with the filthy mouth tells me he’ll show me that everything’s bigger in Texas.


And heaven help me, I just might be considering it.


* * *


Colton


My life is one big party, and that’s never going to change.


Not even if my coach finds me a nerdy tutor he thinks will keep me in line.

Miss Goody Two Shoes is uptight, high-strung, and unimpressed by the fact that I’m a campus legend.


Even worse, the hot little tutor is as pure as the driven snow.


Debauching her and making her mine is the ultimate challenge. And I always rise to the occasion.

Max

I protect royals – I don't screw them.

I definitely don't screw spoiled, rich, out-of-control brats like Princess Alexandra. She's a walking disaster, a whirlwind of public scandal and bad behavior.

She's smart-mouthed, argumentative, and doesn't do a damned thing I say.

And the idea of throwing her over my shoulder like a caveman makes my blood run hot.

She's the ultimate in forbidden – bodyguards don't touch princesses. I could lose everything.

But this is one princess I'll bring to her knees.


Alex

My bodyguard is a royal a**.

He's ridiculously arrogant, completely insufferable, and always plays by the rules.
B-o-r-i-n-g. I definitely don't do boring.

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's someone telling me what to do.

Yet the idea of him turning me over his knee makes me wet.

Princesses don't hook up with their bodyguards – it's the ultimate transgression.

And they definitely don't fall in love.

The President’s daughter. Two professional athletes. One giant scandal. They'll show her that two bad boys are better than one. 

I can't stand arrogant bad boys - especially not when they're my loud, obnoxious new next-door neighbors. Not even when they come in muscled, tattooed, too-hot-for-their-own-good packages. 
I'm a good girl - successful, responsible, and smart. I have to be - the eyes of the nation are on me. 
I'm the daughter of the President of the United States. 
Dating a filthy, cocky, possessive football player would be the ultimate scandal. 
Falling in love with TWO arrogant athletes in the middle of my father's re-election campaign? 
That would be another thing entirely. I’m twice as screwed.


Hendrix "Cannon" Cole is a major D*ck. That's D*ck with a capital D.

He's nicknamed "Cannon" because of the weapon between his legs.

He's damaged, dirty, and demanding. A sexy-as-f*ck ex-Marine.

My stepbrother.

I used to hate him. Then I loved him. Then I hated him again.

Our history is complicated. But my family thinks he's the perfect solution to my problem. A scandal has thrown me into the limelight, and I'll be screwed if I don't stay on the straight and narrow. Now, Hendrix's new job is making sure I behave.

What I didn't count on was being stuck spending every waking moment with him.

The heat between us is explosive. But if he fires that cannon, we'll both get burned.

I call him “Tool” because he’s a dick.

Gaige O’Neal is nicknamed “Tool” because of what he’s packing. Rumor is, he’s well equipped.

I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had the pleasure.

He’s a cocky, entitled, insufferable a**hole who’s as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races.

He’s also my stepbrother. Lucky me.

It’s been four years since I’ve seen him. Four years since he’s made me so frustrated I could scream. Four years since he’s given me that look, the one that makes me instantly wet.

So it’s just f**ing fitting that the first time I see him in four years, he’s buried beneath three scantily clad blondes.

Now I’m stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasn’t affected the use of his tool.

The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just can’t help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he's working with.