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With small colonies established on the moon and on Mars, the Prometheus Group struggles to increase the number of people living off Earth before widespread breakdown of civilization occurs in the Western world and catastrophic numbers try to escape, leading inevitably to overcrowding and conflict, which would likely see the colonies fail. A major war on Earth would mean the loss of the ability to resupply space colonies, so establishing independence is a priority.

I’m a baseball player with a habit of sleeping with the wrong women. I just never thought my best friend’s assistant would be one of them. Giving shy, inexperienced Naomi Silva the best orgasm of her life hadn’t been on my agenda. But fixing my own screwed up love life is. Unfortunately, my one night with Naomi has convinced her that I can be her bedroom guide - a dating guru to show her the ropes. I decide I’m game...as long as we keep our little arrangement a secret.

Baseball god Sevin Smith is no longer just the noisy bachelor living above me. Now he’s the MVP client I have to protect from a paternity scandal, and I’m not thrilled that my boss has me on the case. That’s fine. I can pretend and work with a man who’s become my enemy. But what I can’t pretend is not to be attracted to him - to not be falling for his sexy laugh and easy smile. And I definitely can’t pretend I’m not falling for the spunky eight-year-old kid that may or may not be his.

Sometimes life throws us curve balls. Jake Donovan was mine. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A birthday gift for my girlfriend Willow. He wasn't supposed to have this effect on me. But he did. He wasn't supposed to consume me. But he did. He wasn't supposed to touch me in places no other man had before. But he did. And I wanted him to do it again.

I own the runway. Until my nipple pops out of my dress during New York Fashion Week and it suddenly owns me. Being called a worthless gutter slut by a fuming designer is the least of my problems. My career is swirling around the toilet like the other models’ lunches. Until smoking hot Tate Decker steps in with a crazy idea about how his magazine can maybe salvage my livelihood.