I've got it all-the beauty, the brains, the bank account.
Women hate me. Men want my Louboutins around their necks.
And I blame my father for everything. It's his fault I'm swarming through powerful men in suits while I'm stuck posing as a useless, jobless photo op.
Until he sends the perfect weapon my way: Lincoln Black. Mark my words, I plan to use him. In more ways than one.
What I don't expect coming my way is Jacob Storm, a beautiful, powerful, millionaire who sexed his way through Manhattan.
I spread my legs. My black heart however remains on lockdown.
You've been warned.