Jack: Las Vegas Bad Boys

JACK On stage, I f*cking kill it. I'm Jack Harris, a world-class DJ, with a hundred million dollar offer on the table. I never have to ask for what I want. I get it, anywhere, anytime, anyone. After breaking up with my on-again, off-again girlfriend, I seize an opportunity when I see it. Sweet Tess, sitting there all alone, is ready to get swept off her feet. If only for just one night. I don't expect the paparazzi to show up the next morning, and I don't expect Tess to have secrets that make her run from the press. But d*mn, I want to protect that girl. I need to protect that girl. And I won't let anyone stand in my way. TESS Look, I know it's foolish to imagine Jack Harris ever falling for a cocktail waitress like me-but I can't help it ... that bad boy is hot. When he offers me a night I'll never forget, I'm all in. This is my wildest dream come true. One look at his naked body and I know he is going to deliver. And he does, over and over again. But after, when he cradles me in his arms, holds me tightly and kisses me softly, I know that we could be something more than a one-night stand. Except I'm not the innocent girl Jack thinks I am. I have secrets, blood on my hands, and I will do anything to keep my past buried. But it's catching up to me faster than I can run. P.S: Early reviews claim that JACK is the best book boyfriend of the Las Vegas Bad Boys. Do you agree? xo, frankie